Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Office Life

Since I haven't ever worked in an office except for four months in university, these last few months have been interesting.

A few items to note:

  • I'm lucky to work in such a beautiful building.  It's very light, there are lots of windows, every floor has a little kitchen, there is a Starbucks, a Sunterra Market and a gym in the building, and it's full of friendly people.
  • There are ALWAYS treats.  It's either someone's birthday, some kind of campaign, someone went on a trip and brought back chocolate, or it's been easter.  Regardless, there is always something sweet around.  Luckily I can only eat about 30% of treats, otherwise my baby bump would be an all over fat fest.
  • I don't like non apple computers.
  • I need to pee a LOT.  I never would have noticed at home or on the plane, but since I have to lock my computer and get up from my desk to go, I feel like I go all the time.
  • I'm lucky to have a pretty nice team of co-workers.  I haven't found office politics to be an issue.
  • My butt hurts from sitting all day.
  • I don't like having to dress nicely every day.  Actually, it's more that I don't have enough nice clothing that fits to dress nicely and not wear the same three outfits over and over.  Oye.
  • The Jays wear a lot of make-up for men.  Oh wait, that's a noteworthy point from America's Next Top Model, not office life.
  • I hate driving to and from work every day.  It's the worst.
And there you have it. My thoughts from the office after three months!  Is your office life like mine?

Thursday, April 14, 2011

The joys of photographs

Lots of people post belly pictures on facebook when they're pregnant.  I'm not too sure that's exactly my style.  I generally don't post pictures of myself un-shirted at the best of times, so when I'm continuously getting fatter, it doesn't seem any more appealing.

BUT, I have decided to take belly pictures.  I feel like it's a way to remember the journey into motherhood. (I think that's the cheesiest sentence I've ever written.)  I'm also trying to keep a little journal that I will eventually give my child, just like my parents did, but I'm finding it a little tough.  I don't know what to call myself, and the one time I wrote "your mum", I felt like I was talking about my own mother, not me.  I also have a hard time knowing exactly what to write, and I don't want to be too cheesy like my dad was! (He's just so emotional!)  I just blather on like an idiot for a page or two and hope for the best, really.

Back to the belly pictures.  They are WAY harder to take than you might think.  First, taking them after a haircut you hate is terrible.  Exhibit A:
Bangs belly pic (5 weeks)


Taking them when there are two people laughing at you, and one of them is saying "stop sucking in!" isn't much fun either.  Exhibit B:
I'm NOT SUCKING IN! (10.5 weeks?)


Taking them yourself is pretty much impossible.  Exhibit C:  (ps: HELLO baby bump!  Nice of you to make an appearance!)
DIY belly Pic (13.5 weeks)


Having someone take one of you with you iPhone at a race seemed to work ok!  (And this was one day after the previous picture.  Maybe the all black had it's slimming effect on me!)  Exhibit D:  
Too bad I'm not facing the other way!  (13.5 weeks)



The next impossible thing is having your loved one take a picture after you've been crying over nothing.  (For example, why isn't there any more cereal?!?!?!??!.  It happens more often than I'd like to admit).  Also, telling him that he's terrible at taking pictures and then pretending to smile doesn't work well either.  Exhibit E:  
I think I'm thinking "kill me you now!  (14.5 weeks)



Then, taking one right after a workout really just isn't flattering, if you can call any picture where you pull up your shirt and stick out your belly flattering.  Also, can you believe this is three days after the first one?  I think I may have just eaten, but still, I feel like I'm growing every hour!!!!  Back to the pictures.  Exhibit F:
I need more concealer.  (15 weeks)


Common themes?  Pimples.  Oh god, the pimples.  Also, I hate taking belly pics.  Hopefully we can get this down to a science before the baby comes.  Otherwise, it will be an album of pictures I would like to burn.  Oh, and now I'm sharing them with the internet.

Oh, and I will definitely take an "after" picture of my tattoo.  I REALLLLLLLY hope it's still pretty leaves and not giant blob leaves.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Soooooo......

So lots has happened in my life recently.

I stopped liking Reece's Peanut Butter Cups or anything related to them, which is a tragedy.

My love for strawberry milkshakes has been rekindled.

My running pace has dropped like a hot potato.

And I'm pregnant.

Woah.

I'm pretty excited, scared, nervous, and all the other feelings that go along with having another human growing in you.  Speaking of feelings, there are lots of them, all the time.

Luckily I wasn't sick at all during the first three months, just very tired all the time.  I also drastically reduced my caffeine intake (from two a day to less than one a week), but since reaching the second trimester, I've allowed myself one small one a day or so.

I'm still running, but not quite as much as before.  I'm keeping under a certain heart rate (as directed by my doctor) so my pace is dictated by it.  I ran "the baby's first race" last Sunday and it was very hard to keep it casual and not "race".  We had fun, but it was a struggle to cross the finish line a good 11 minutes slower than I did last year at the same race.

Baby's first 10 km!

I'm also not flying anymore, instead I'm working in the office for a great team that puts on events.  Unfortunately, my job isn't as glamourous as event planning, and more about printing labels and stuffing envelopes.  BUT, I get to be safe and sound and get a good night's sleep in my own bed every night.  I'm thankful that I get to put my semi-risky job on hold and get to do other duties and still get paid!

What else?  I'm having a hard time finding maternity clothes that don't make me look like a doily.  I'm also consumed with the decision of whether to buy an infant car seat or a convertible car seat, don't ask me why.  I'm also avoiding thinking about transforming my second bedroom aka the place where we store EVERYTHING into a baby's room.  I can't even think of where to begin.

So that's that!