Does This Baby

Feminist is a word I'm finally comfortable identifying myself with. In my 20's I thought feminism was a movement that meant hating men, women against cooking and being better, tougher, or stronger than men. I didn't want to associate myself with a word that seemed so full of hate and hypocrity. Thank goodness for being in my 30's. Thank goodness for the internet and having unlimited access to feminist views that are varied and full of love. Thank goodness for feminist stay at home moms, feminist lawyers, feminist fashion bloggers and Feminist Emma Watson.  https://www.google.ca/amp/s/yourstory.com/2017/04/emma-watson-contemporary-feminism/amp/ Now I know that being a feminist simply means standing for equality. And whether male or female being a person that is active in creating equal opportunities for women.  As a mother raising two daughters, as a manager and mentor to younger women in my office and network, as a sister to an incredible woman, as a fri...

I'm at the ferry terminal going home. My mom came with me to help out. They're adorable but it's definitely been a busy last six months.

Before the babies, heck even before the hubby, I knew when I had kids I wanted to live in the same city as my parents. But life happens. I moved to Vancouver for school, got married, fell into a great job, and bought a house. We've settled nicely into our life on the mainland. Elle starts kindergarden in the fall. I go back to work in November, and already have child care for Rosie in place. Every couple of years hubby and I consider the move back to Victoria. Lately, it's been a hot topic. I've been staying at my parents place for the past week. As I type, Elle is outside with my parents sun bathing in the backyard. There's laugher, and chasing, and hide and seek. And I'm kind of sad that we're going home tomorrow.

I delivered our second daughter Rosalie 3 weeks ago, on November 7th. She was 3 days overdue. Not a huge deal in hindsight, but at the time it was 3 days too long. I had an acupuncture induction session the day before she was born to get things moving. I guess it worked. She came fast, and furious. My first contraction was at 8:45am. I pushed her out at 12:45pm. There wasn't much time for drugs, great for baby, but not for mama. The labour was painful, but the whole time I kept thinking thank god I won't be pregnant  anymore.  This is the list of things I will not miss about being pregnant. Waking up to pee three times a night. Strangers looking at me and saying, "You're ready to pop, eh?". Strangers telling me I was going to have a boy because of how high I was carrying baby. Irregular bowel movements (like I need anything extra taking up space in my belly.) Finding a new stretch mark on my stomach. Having Braxton Hicks, and realizing that the car is p...

It's been a crazy few months. I have pregnancy brain, and haven't been able to focus much these days. Also, my almost 4 year old is incredibly demanding and really doesn't care if I get time to blog. That's the partial truth... I've actually turned into a Pinterest whore. Any free time I get on the computer I'm looking up the latest food, and home design Pins. It's sick, but I justify it by all the recipes I've made since joining Pinterest . I often forget why I started blogging. I keep thinking that it doesn't really matter I'm not posting since no one is reading this. Then I realize I started blogging for me. To record milestones, to remember funny stories, and to practice my writing skills. One day I will figure out how to link my blog to my instagram account. But until then, here are some pictures from the last few months. 23 Weeks Pregnant Vacation on the Sunshine Coast, BC Me and my mom in the refugee camp in Thailand. ...

Last Friday we found out that our next baby is a girl. There was a moment of, "OK fine, it’s not a boy. We're not going have that perfect little nuclear family", but it was quickly replaced by, "Sweet all our baby stuff is girlie anyways". Wow sisters. Is there anything more beautiful in life than the relationship between two sisters? I have a sister. My mom is one of  6 sisters, and now my daughter will have a sister. I love my sister. She will never  understand how much I love her. She rolls her eyes at me most of the time, because she thinks I’m mean to her, but really it’s tough love. I’m the older one, so I have an innate duty to take care of her, no matter what. I’m tough on her because she deserves to have her shit together, and I’m the only one that can force that on her. At the end of the day, she still has to love me. My mom, and Auntie Chanthon have a similar relationship, though I'd say my mom, the younger sister is the mean one. Or maybe...

Hubby and I decided a while back, that 2012 was the year we were going to concentrate on adding to our family. My birthday was in January and I didn't want to limit my wine intake, so we decided to start in February. We got pregnant in February. It's a shock, and such a blessing that it happened for us right away. We wanted to wait to tell everyone until the 3 month mark, but by 6 weeks I was already showing. Remember my 30 for 30 challenge that I quit? I was getting so big I couldn't do up my pants or skirts. So I'm having baby due November 4th. The pregnancy has been hard, colds, flu, nausea, a bladder infection and just plain tiredness. My second pregnancy is way harder then my first. Of course, recently I realized that the first time I didn't have a 3 year old to chase after. Now I'm finally starting to feel good. My only problem now is how can anybody be cuter than this?