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Saturday, March 24, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
one month
One month of waiting and all you get is this tiny blog post of an update into the most intense month of our lives. It is all I can do for now, bear with me, there is still a lot going on for us!
Gavin Mathieu B. born on February 14th, 2012
3:34pm, 51 cm, 3.57kg (7lbs, 14 oz)
Brothers
Our new island home
So good to have my arms full of this...
Alex and I make a yummy meal with a fresh catch from the local market
Pool Time!
Monday, February 13, 2012
still waiting
Today was a day we meant to spend organizing and packing stuff up, but instead we had other things that took up our time. One of those things was going to the hospital for some monitoring as suggested by the doctor. Nothing was wrong or concerning to us, it was just a check-up. Everything still looks perfect, his heart is beating normally, and he's moving well. I'm dialated only 1.5cm, so I'm definitely not in labor yet. During the monitoring, I had a small contraction, but didn't even feel it. Alex is supposed to start his new job by next Monday, so we are getting a little stressed that he will end up leaving before us. sigh.
This morning we had to go down to the seafront, which was alive with waves because of a cyclone passing through the day before. We barely got any rain from it, just some big gusts of wind, really. It is supposed to hit Madagascar really hard.
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| Luc is mid-throw here. |
Thursday, February 9, 2012
pregnancy update - are we there yet?
I still look like this...
we thought he might want to join us on the night of the full moon,
but instead he just played soccer in my belly
Hope he'll get here soon!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
not finished, but looking so much better
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pushing
I pushed myself too much yesterday. Luc woke up in the middle of the night because his diaper exploded (yuck!) and the bed had a big wet spot on it. This was around 4am. I tried for an hour to fall back to sleep, but it never happened. I got up, waited for it to be daylight, and then started to work in the garden. For 2 and half hours! I cleared out all the plants you see growing on the wall in front of the house and under the stairs here. Then, I weeded out the flower beds along the driveway.
The day before yesterday, we arranged with my neighbor for her to come help me with some hard-to-reach cleaning around the house. She is a saint! Really, her name is Reine, which in French means "queen". She's one of those rare people that doesn't mind cleaning and was more than happy to help me out since she herself didn't have cleaning help when she was 9 months pregnant. Reine has a son my age and a daughter in middle school, and she can really keep up a pace when it comes to scrubbing. She arrived and immediately attacked the bathtub; something I've been putting off for a while now. While it wasn't totally gross, there was still a stubborn ring around it. Her secret? Laundry detergent (powder). Next she moved to the kitchen and washed all the windows. Wow! We can see out of them again! She shared her secret for them too; prewash with vinegar and warm water, then use your window cleaning product. Meanwhile, I used the vaccum all around, washed a few bedroom windows, and occasionally stopped to make sure Luc was OK. It's amazing how much more cleaning can get done between two people. I was motivated by her incredible energy. She kept telling me, "it's OK, sit down, you need to guard your "force" for the labor you'll be in soon!" She stayed for 3 and a half hours and finished up by washing all the floors; again, vinegar was her secret ingredient.
I could hardly keep my eyes open at this point and my back felt completely broken. I knew it was too late for me, that I would spend the rest of the day regretting all the work I did. I took a 2 hour nap when Luc did, but still spent the evening with a significant amount of back pain. It is not until today that I can look around the house and enjoy how much cleaner it feels. I vow to do nothing today. It is hard to find that balance where I feel as though I'm being really productive, but not pushing myself too much. Yesterday I was at one extreme, and today I will recouperate.
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| Alex has almost finished painting the top trim of the house and the wall where I cleared out the plants. He's also attacking the walls on each side of the driveway. This house will look brand new! |
The day before yesterday, we arranged with my neighbor for her to come help me with some hard-to-reach cleaning around the house. She is a saint! Really, her name is Reine, which in French means "queen". She's one of those rare people that doesn't mind cleaning and was more than happy to help me out since she herself didn't have cleaning help when she was 9 months pregnant. Reine has a son my age and a daughter in middle school, and she can really keep up a pace when it comes to scrubbing. She arrived and immediately attacked the bathtub; something I've been putting off for a while now. While it wasn't totally gross, there was still a stubborn ring around it. Her secret? Laundry detergent (powder). Next she moved to the kitchen and washed all the windows. Wow! We can see out of them again! She shared her secret for them too; prewash with vinegar and warm water, then use your window cleaning product. Meanwhile, I used the vaccum all around, washed a few bedroom windows, and occasionally stopped to make sure Luc was OK. It's amazing how much more cleaning can get done between two people. I was motivated by her incredible energy. She kept telling me, "it's OK, sit down, you need to guard your "force" for the labor you'll be in soon!" She stayed for 3 and a half hours and finished up by washing all the floors; again, vinegar was her secret ingredient.
I could hardly keep my eyes open at this point and my back felt completely broken. I knew it was too late for me, that I would spend the rest of the day regretting all the work I did. I took a 2 hour nap when Luc did, but still spent the evening with a significant amount of back pain. It is not until today that I can look around the house and enjoy how much cleaner it feels. I vow to do nothing today. It is hard to find that balance where I feel as though I'm being really productive, but not pushing myself too much. Yesterday I was at one extreme, and today I will recouperate.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
changes
When I think about the mental effect this move is having on our family, I get a little concerned for Luc. He knows about Baby #2, we've read books, watched movies and talked about the topic a lot with him. Now we've started to tell him about how we're moving. And not taking Kitty with us. And Papa might be away after his brother arrives. Yikes. That's a lot for a 3 year old to handle. In the past month he's started to pee in the toilet, but we haven't tried to switch him over to underwear full time because we think that he's got enough on his plate for now.
But he's doing well, amazingly well. We take care to keep him on a routine, knowing that will help him feel secure to know what's coming next. His imagination these days has really impressed me. He makes tunnels out of blankets for his cars. He makes up stories for his wooden train set as his plays with it. He sees little berries on the bushes outside as "jumping beans". His legos become a spaceship. He looks for the moon outside and tries to jump up and reach it.
And today, as we were talking about moving to a new place and taking an airplane to get there, he told me the three things he was going to do on the airplane; eat food, watch a movie, and go dodo (sleep). Perfect! Our 2 hard suitcases became airplanes, and he put special chosen toys and his blanket in the third. When I asked him if he wanted to bring any clothes he said no. He got his sunglasses, flip flops, and Papa's backpack, and he was ready to fly.
But he's doing well, amazingly well. We take care to keep him on a routine, knowing that will help him feel secure to know what's coming next. His imagination these days has really impressed me. He makes tunnels out of blankets for his cars. He makes up stories for his wooden train set as his plays with it. He sees little berries on the bushes outside as "jumping beans". His legos become a spaceship. He looks for the moon outside and tries to jump up and reach it.
And today, as we were talking about moving to a new place and taking an airplane to get there, he told me the three things he was going to do on the airplane; eat food, watch a movie, and go dodo (sleep). Perfect! Our 2 hard suitcases became airplanes, and he put special chosen toys and his blanket in the third. When I asked him if he wanted to bring any clothes he said no. He got his sunglasses, flip flops, and Papa's backpack, and he was ready to fly.
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| this is my funny smile |
