Friday, December 14, 2012

The Land of Giants

L turned 2 on the December 11th. My last baby is now a toddler. I'm not sure how I feel about this just yet. I do know I suddenly feel like this:

After L's 2 year check up on the 12th I was curious to see how tall he would be as an adult. So I went looking online for growth charts, and came across the Parents Canada Growth Chart. This thing is super cool. You follow one of two links depending on the age of your child. The first link is from 0 to 36 months. The second link is for 3 to 20 years old. This is great for parents who have lost those vaccination leaflets the doctors record weight and height as well as vaccines in. Once you've picked a link it brings you to a page to plop in your information for your child. It even has a converter linked right into the page so you don't need to google cm to inches. (keep in mind these are all approximates based on if they continue to grow at the same rate for the next 10-20 years.)

So I input L's stats and was like cool, this kid is going to be huge, just like I thought. Then I weighed and measured the other three. Well after those results, not only do I feel old, but I also feel like soon I'll be in the land of giants. This must be payback for laughing at my mother's sudden height shrinkage.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Merry Christmas 2012: Have the Mayan's Got You Too?

(google images)

We have 11 more days before the world comes to an end according to the Mayan Calendar. I do believe in God, however, I cannot help but be sucked into this just a little. What if the Mayans did know something we didn't. There are many theories of what will happen, and if we go by what God says in that we won't know the time or day, then all is fine. However, I panic. A lot. Which means I probably shouldn't be interested in things like aliens and Nostradamus, but I am. I also like history. I just watched some interesting program on the History Channel called Battles B.C. Sure it's an old program, circa 2009. But it had some interesting historical facts on David the giant slayer of the Bible.

I'm not all doom and gloom here. In fact, through all of this I still decorated my tree, bought Christmas gifts and written out approximately 100 Christmas cards. I do have to send some via email, so you tree huggers don't get your jock straps and panties in a bunch, I am doing my part. To calm my Impending Doom Syndrome I have started to make a list of the pros and cons of the world coming to an end Dec.21, 2012. (BTW is this supposed to happen at the stroke of midnight the morning of Dec. 21 or 11:59pm?)

The World Ending


I'll no longer need to pay my mortgage

Debt? What debt? That got wiped out by the Mayan Calendar

Karma wiped out all the douche's in my life in one fell swoop. (Well done Mayan's. Well done)

No more insane drivers or traffic jams! Booyah!

I won't have to pay for gas anymore. No more excuses from the media why the gas spices spiked this week. Cause really we all know it's to line the governments pockets while they spoil our land and suck out all the Earth's natural resources.

In Heaven my husband could see and my kids would no longer have bad attitudes.

In Heaven I'd spend all day singing and sound so much better than I do now that I haven't practiced every day like I used to. (seriously, singing Christmas songs to the kids and I sound like Kermit the Frog)

I would no longer scream, "get this kid out of here so I can take a crap!" I'm sure God will have thought to make it where we won't need to waste time in the little girls/boys room ever again!

All my hangups, gone. The Earth will be desimated, what is there to have hang ups about?

Gold streets and Mansions people! That's what I'm talking about!


The world ends and all the time and money I spent picking out gifts will be for not as I won't know if the recievers really liked it.

I will have wasted too much time and miss out living the life I want to live. (currently working on this all year, so yeah, that would blow chucks seeing how far I've gotten)

All those Christmas cards I spent three days writing out. Pointless unless the remaining life knows how to read and have the same names as those on the cards.

It really is just a change of a life cycle and life goes on but drastically different. (I will remind you that I don't do change well)

A giant biological virus is released and Zombies become real. (You really think that I was going to make a post about the apocolypse and NOT mention zombies? c'mon who do you think you are reading?)

The idiot governments decide to blast each other and blow everything up, leaving most of us dead and either I survive my husband and kids, or vice versa. (Yeah, not a world I would want to live in and at that point would advocate suicide)

Nothing changes and the fiscal cliff is real and we all spiral into a recession that leads to looting, death and absolute chaos.

Nothing changes and the fiscal cliff is a lie the governments told us so they could tax the shit out of us and have us kill ourselves off from looting, etc. ourselves instead of going after the rat bastards who put us in this position. (Damn I need to win the lottery in 11 days to be rich and survive)

As a Canadian, the U.S. fiscal cliff will give our passive government a reason to a)sell us all of to forgein land, or b)tax the shit out of us like the Americans. In that case refer to the above two cons.

My biggest con after all this, really is the world ending because of a man made disaster to make this prophecy real, and only a few survive. Me being one of them, without my husband and children to help me carry on.

I'm sure I'll come up with more in the next 11 days. So, what are your pros and cons for the end of the world?

Monday, December 3, 2012

My Christmas Wish List

I have seen some funny blog posts popping up lately from some very funny bloggers. This is not one of those posts. While I concur with what many are saying, the common theme and one I yell throughout the year is "Can I please take a crap without the circus?" The circus being, the 6 year old coming in to wash his hands, the 4 year old who "just want to talk to you", the 23 month old unable to survive two minutes without seeing my beautiful face, the cat who isn't opposed to going as far as sticking her paw under the door to say she cannot possibly live that moment without me. I'm thankful my hubby and 15 year old understand the need for pooping privacy.

Then there is the bed. Another wish is to just get to sleep a full night in a bed, by myself. Don't get me wrong, I love waking up to L's mischievious smile and kids under my feet and on my legs, but not every. Single. Morning. SPACE PEOPLE! I know, one day I will wish they were there. Yeah, you obviously don't know me very well and how much I covet my sleep and personal space.

But I digress, this is a wish list that has me feeling old. Yet, it has me feeling somewhat accomplished, even if just a little. It will give me learning room and able to create and gift and feel skillful and important even if only to my children. My daughter thinks I can make everything she sees on TV. I'm flattered, it's just that reality is gonna be quite the kick in the pants when she gets older and those rose coloured glasses start to chip their colour. For now she can believe that I can make everything her little heart desires.

So there is a theme to my list, can you see what it is?

A rotary cutter, clear ruler and mat would definitely help me with some projects that I'd like to start on, but refraining from

This dressmakers dummy is gorgeous. I think right now I more want it for decoration, although eventually I would love to start making dresses and such.

And check out these beautiful fabrics from IKEA. Yes, we now have one in Winnipeg. I am tempted to venture in just to purchase these awesome patterns. Or, someone could just do that for me and gift me a yard or two of each. *wink wink*

So there you have it. My list. A new sewing machine would be on there, but my wonderful husband bought me one for my birthday. I can't wait to use it!

What's on your Christmas Wish List?

Sunday, December 2, 2012

14 Years In The Making

This year has been one of trying to get to a healthier me. It has not been easy. After my last baby I had a heck of a time losing weight. I spent many months being asked if I was pregnant again. How utterly embarrassing and damaging to a new mothers self esteem. Sure at baby number four I'm hardly considered a "new" mother, but rest assured that each pregnancy, each post pregnancy moment brings with it it's own challenges and everything before it seems the easiest thing ever done. Like the birthing experience, how easily we forget the challenges once they have passed.

I went through a few tests and found that my only issue with my weight was me. So I dropped 30lbs. I was feeling good, but the one thing that never changed was what I can only describe as a heaviness in my abdomen. I've experienced this heaviness for the last 14 years. I first felt it when I lost most of my pregnancy weight with my eldest. However, the doctor I was seeing at the time felt it was nothing and let it go. It wasn't a constant ache and I'd just sleep with a pillow under my belly to ease the weighted feeling if I slept on my side. For the most part, working out helped ease any overt discomfort during the day. Eight years later I had my second son. Then two years after that my daughter. The weighted feeling only happened at night when I slept on my left side, I associated it with being overweight. I gained 30lbs and then the weight with pregnancy, even with weight loss, I was always a constant 30lbs overweight. Then two years ago I gave birth to baby L, all things changed, and that brings me to today.

So I was doing well and lost 30lbs of pregnancy weight, and the pain in my abdomen became constant and unreal once I hit 178lbs. I would be at work and randomly double over in pain. Sleep became broken and the pillow under my stomach no longer eased anything. I went back to my new doctor. An internal ultrasound was done and that is when they found it. A dermoid cyst on my left ovary. Finally I know what the heck is going on. Now what does this mean? Are they willing to remove this, or do I have to go through more years of pain and discomfort? An MRI was scheduled two months later to determine the size. Then I was scheduled to see a surgeon at the Heartland Fertility & Gynocology Clinic where I got another internal ultrasound so he could check out the situation. The Dr. was amazing. I was also dealing with severe PMS after my last baby and he helped me with that as well. Showing me what was causing it and giving me a solution. After explaining the procedure, that they would take the cyst and most likely the tube as well, I was put on a waiting list. Most people would be furious with a 3-6 month wait after fourteen years of pain, but seeing as I had a half marathon coming up in three months, I was in no hurry for it to happen until after my race.

Praise be to God! A week after my race I got a phone call from the clinic asking if I still wanted the surgery as they had a cancellation. My eyes lit up, of course I do. The next week I filled out forms and the date was set. November 29, 2012. That month was the longest month ever. The pain and flare ups were constant from Halloween night on and I had to stop losing weight and maintain a 182 - 185lbs weight to keep most of the pain away. Then, a week before the surgery I got sick. Praise be to God again! I was almost 100% better by the morning of the surgery. Thankful to all my friends and family for their prayers and well wishes for fast healing so I could get my surgery.

10:30am I walked into the Grace Hospital in pain with a weighted belly. At 8:30pm I hobbled out of the wheelchair into my father's car drowsy, in pain, but no more unbearable weight.

I did ask for pictures. I figured I should get to keep some momento of the thing that I grew in me for 14 years that I finally got to birth. So here's the gross part of my post, the queasy best look away now.

Look at this sucker! That is my ovary. The cyst is somewhere inside. Apparently I'm a clam growing my own personal pearl. Do you think they go through this much pain popping one of those precious suckers out?

Look at the difference. That is what a 6cm cyst inside an ovary does. On the right is what a normal ovary should look like in form and size. On the left is my Pearl. Yes, as of right now, dermoid cyst is named Pearl.

Alrighty all. Meet Pearl. My hairy, cartilage filled dermoid cyst. Absolutely creeptastic. Would have been cooler if maybe there was some teeth or an eye don't ya think? (They did take Pearl and my left fallopian tube).

Four incisions later, I'm on some pretty decent pain killers and relaxing in bed. At least for now. I have four kids, we had a family function tonight and my hubby goes back to work on Monday. I think I need to find me a babysitter for the next week. Any takers? You can have a closer look at Pearl if you'd like.

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