Reckless Abandonment... for 47 hours anyways.

I escaped.

I had to come back, but I escaped for a little over 47 hours.

Thanks to my lovely sister-in-law and her bachelorette's pad, I got a much needed break from my daily domestic routine. I left after supper on Friday night, enjoying a three hour kareoke session, and arrived at 9ish. We chatted and then I got to go to bed with no anticipation of being woke in the middle of the night with whining about lost woolies or bedwetting incidents. Ahhhhh. Blissful, uninterrupted rest with no end in sight... until my husband and children had an urge to call at 7:30am for no reason in particular.

We spent the rest day scrapping, watching DVD's and eating junk food until the wee hours of the morning. Really! My sister-in-law, A, has been taken recently with the television series 24, urged me to watch the first couple of episodes of season 1 with a guarantee that I would be hooked - "Beware the hooks..Aaarrrrr" Mr. Crabbs aka Spongebob. Well, with my addictive personality I should have known better! We watched one, then two.... and so on (she has season one and two on DVD) until ahhhh about 2:30 in the morning. I can't remember staying up that late for other then sickly children related reasons, in a long time. Our rationalization for this wanton disregard for our sleep patterns was that we didn't HAVE to get up until whenever the next day! Ahhh, the long forgotten thrill of spontaniety and recklessness! AHHHHHHHHH! We turned the ringers off when we finally retired to foil my husband's evil plans! .... and then proceeded to sleep until noon!

I felt sooooo bad! It felt soooooo good.

I am now totally pre-occupied by 24. I have the first season with me and am going to watch the rest with my husband, who is now, I can safely say "hooked" as well. I'll probably have to drive back for season two before the end of the week! I forgot my glasses, which without I cannot see, at A's house... but I remebered the box set of 24. Priorities, eh?

A lives in the country and Boy, do I miss it. The minute I got out of the car at her house the frog's were singing loudy in the rain. *pout* There are no frogs where we live. I was brushing my teeth and listening to what I thought was the sound of rushing traffic on the rain soaked roads.... but it was the sound of the wind rushing through the pines behind her house. I hate that the city is taking over my senses. I found myself looking out the window a lot. It was nice not to look out into someone's kitchen window or backyard. I miss trees. I am soooo not a city girl. I always used to think I was quite versatile in my living preferences but .... NO.

One thing is for sure, A I will be back when mommydom proves to be too much once again.

Tweet Tweet Tweet... Rockin Robin.

I am desperately looking for bits of twine and twig... or otherwise known as nesting. This is the crazy time of pregnancy that the spirit of Martha Stewart and June Cleaver suddenly inhabits your blooming body and convinces you that you need to re-organize your linen closet and your button collection.

I have been sewing and knitting and cleaning and planning and it has to last for the next three years 'cause once Princess Poopypants arrives, I will be unable to accomplish much of anything outside of choosing to shower or eat a granola bar in my free time...

Don't get me wrong I love the prospect of a new butter-bug in our lives, I'm just postive that I will utter at some point, "When did I ever have time to (insert any extra-cirricular activity here)?" Please, please Oh Mommy Goddess, let me still have time to do some fun stuff...

Well, I have ultrasound pics but have been unable, in my placenta-brain state, to remember how to run my scanner. I shall have to wait until my technologically superior husband can find time to help me post them... although I've been showing everyone within a 12 mile radius the real deal - even if they aren't that interested!

I also would have posted some regular pics as well, but due to the fact that our oldest has taken up photography with our digital as of late - I have not downloaded the 73 pictures of her Barbie house because it would crash our computer.

I took Philippe with me to get the notorious guitar from the repair shop the other day. This is the same repair shop when I exchanged a heated debate with the owner about his CRAPPY guitars and CRAPPY service as well - the Hormone Hun rides again! Philippe was with me last time too and witnessed the whole affair taking place.... " Where is my Mommy and what crazy lady ate her??" Anyways, upon our arrival the other day, he takes one look at said owner and inquires in a not so quite voice - "Is that the guy you got into a fight with Mama??"

hee hee hee *snort* shhhhhhhhhhhhh.

It is getting to that age where you have to watch what you say and do around these two.

Congrats!!

It's a Girl for the Gadoury's!

Well. another girl.

Yup. All went well at the ultrasound yesterday. It was really nice actually. When I had them for my two previous offspring, the only monitor was the one the technician was working with. This particular clinic had a TV screen mounted on the wall so you could watch the whole exam if you wanted too. And what lovesick Mama wouldn't be mesmerised by the sweet babe swimming around for 10 min. - BabyTV... all baby all the time. Although it was a bit unnerving though because she was moving around quite a bit in fits and starts. She was actually moving SO much that the tech. commented on it a couple of times. She was having trouble taking the measurements because baby girl Gadoury wouldn't sit still .... this does not bode well for the future.

I didn't get the 3-D picture this time. I have to be re-checked because wouldn't, ya know it, my placenta (lovely) is in the wrong spot. Nothing to worry about yet, I'm told. As the baby grows it will probably shift into the correct spot - but they will have to take another ultrasound later on and then the baby will be fatter and prettier to look at than maybe at the moment. (she may still be quite scrawny and not ready for her close-up). So until then no 3-D pics to see.

Yeah, girlie knitting is in the future and flowery crib quilts too. I would have been happy with another little guy too... awwwww. I think I would have been melancholy a bit either way because this is it. It is. It really is.

yeah yeah yeah....

OK OK OK.

I will take time from my hormone induced hysteria to update my freakin blog. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that you all care whether I do or not. If the computer was upstairs and not in the dungeon of no windows, thus no natural light, of the basement... it would be more enticing. I have had my Canadian standard of limited daylight hours this year and am desperate for the long days of summer to arrive. BUTT, if we moved the said computer upstairs, there might not be much of a computer left. Maybe my demon-seed children would kindly refurbish it for me with glue and glitter when I'm putting another load of their laundry in the dryer...

ahhh, the chaos continues, the phone is now ringing and I am downstairs in the dungeon. There is no way without a wrinkle in the space-time continuim that I will haul my pregnant arse up the stairs fast enough to answer in time... so , why bother - it's probably a telemarketer anyways!

Kate cut her hair yesterday, Tuesday my neighbour and I found our children in their underwearin a closet... alone (Philippe and Caitlyn), Wednesday suspects (same as aforementioned) covered neighbour bathroom in toothpaste, I got into a fight with the guitar repair man on Thursday and on Friday my lovely children, who were supposed to be playing the yard while I finished a quick phone call, ended up at the neighbour's house... yeah. Yes, that's
L-e-s-l-i-e for my Mother-of-the-Year Award!

I went to spend my birthday bucks on Maternity clothes the other day. Of course, Enter girl -who-swallowed-a-basketball and her cute Pregnant self. I felt like shoving her skinny ass into the strapless spring dresses that only Pregnant Barbie could wear - cause her arse doesn't expand with her belly as well! I've never been what you would describe as, well, petite - even when I was a dish, but pregnancy doesn't really help my condition.

I miss prescription drugs.

I also miss a strong drink on occassion.

Ultrasound is on monday, yeah. Pink or blue knitting... I'll keep y'all on the up and up.

*sigh*