The Queen Mom died yesterday. It was all over the news.
While I'm sad she died, especially since she was kind enough to agree to pay taxes and all, there was some pretty pressing news I wanted to keep up with yet I had to sit through mini-documentary tributes to her until they felt they could get on with the rest of the day.

Every.... single.... broadcast!

I am more interested in what is happening in the Middle East. I am interested in Bush's stance - that he feels that Arafat has the power to condemn these suicide attacks.
I am interested in what is happening there, that Arafat is essentially a leader of a people and yet it seems OK to everyone that he is holed up in a couple of rooms in his compound without electricity, running water or food.
Is this because a leader of a people is not recognized as fully official if there is no land to govern?
What would the former nomadic Israelis have to say about that? Isn't this what the fight is about? Legitimacy through land?

This reminds me of a conversation I had in highschool:
"If you piss on it, it's yours..."

Marathon day of procrastination, cleaning and assignment finishing.

I have to say that I am getting increasingly worried about my poor baby's arrival. Sure I can cook an orange loaf now and then, sure I can clean my house until it looks like a surgical unit - minus the blood and equipment - but my habits are sooooo erratic!

Babies, like all animals, need routine don't they?
I don't do well with routine. It bores me. I like different challenges everyday, things that make my brain hurt, things that cause me to think about the world in a different way.
If I can't even eat at regular intervals, how will my baby feel comfortable and loved. What if I'm not ready for this?

I know it sounds ridiculous. I know I'm a capable, intelligent and loving person who has a lot to offer, but what if I drive my baby crazy?

It's days like this when I look at D and heave a huge sigh of relief...

Someone has left a dirty old headband on the counter above my desk while I was away at lunch. It's gross and I don't really feel like touching it.

just so you know...

I am tired or hungry ALL...THE....TIME!

Actually, I think the problem is the that I'm trying to train myself to sleep on my side for when I'm further along in the pregnancy but although I fall asleep on my side I usually have my deepest sleep lying on my back.

Lying on your back is a bad thing to do when you're pregnant apparently. You could black out. Then again, this, shows that you can read too much about this stuff, it can go on forever.

Nevertheless, I'm looking at it this way, I'm training myself for the time when the little one is screaming it's head off all night.

ahhh, joy.

The traffic to my site has decreased dramatically which says a couple of things:

a) My site is boring except for the few good friends and family who look at it every once and a while.

b) Pregnancy is a wonderful thing when its happening to you but amazingly foreign to anyone else who could care less about your gas and thoughts on baby strollers

c) The Vagina Monologues are over this year and no one goes to our university site anymore and therefore do not find the link to mine.

d) 20 people a day is still not a bad average but it sure is different than the 70 a day I was getting in February

e) who cares about what decreased traffic says anyways? I didn't do this for traffic in the first place! geeesh.

f) are you still reading this? go outside and enjoy yourself!

g) these are no longer points but mindless ramblings...

h) ok, I'll stop procrastinating and start studying - Forest Practice Code, watch out!

later this afternoon...

OK, I haven't been as diligent as I should be with the briefing memo, but on the bright side, the kitchen is gleaming!

and of course, I've been surfing...

I find this photo very disturbing. I don't think it's because of September 11th either. I have a feeling it's been doctored but it's a little disconcerting when humans are bursting through nature in such powerful ways and yet underneath, we are so stupid.

It's like watching a monkey play with a sharp knife...

So this is the beginning of my second trimester.

According to all the baby books and websites that I have been obsessing over, I should be able to feel the baby "flutter" sometime around the end of this month.

Knowing me, I'll think it's gas and try to cut down on the chickpeas...

I love Peter Sis' illustrations and stories.

little known dirtyolive fact:

I cannot touch my toes, in fact, I cannot even touch my knees...
I'm thinking of trying yoga for pregnant mommas

I had a strange weekend.


I think a very good friend of mine and I are drifting apart. I just have this feeling that she might think I'm off to mother-mother land and I'll never be the same old Ada again. I'm sad about this.


I've never been a mother but really, how much can I change? I'll still be the same opinionated little freak that is so disorganized she seems... "eccentric".



I don't think this friend sees this. She's young, off traveling the world and she might think I'm about to become one of the fuddle heads we used to feel sorry for.



ahhhh, is this really my future?

It can't be! How can I change overnight like that?

It is a strange thing to be "just a little bit pregnant". You are a little bit bigger and a little bit more excited but there doesn't seem to be any huge effects yet.

of course, except the sound of the little tyke's heart beat!
170 beats/minute!!!

I have to say though, to those of you, and you know who you are, who try to tell a pregnant woman who is only finishing her first trimester that she "looks pregnant", you are crazy.... and mean...

So I guess I can let the cat out of the bag at some point on here.

I'm pregnant.

whoa momma...

I just had a heated discussion about privatizing liquor stores in the province. Wow! It was a great debate. It is a great thing to be able to talk about sensitive issues with your co-workers and not worry about bad relations.

I think that's a sign of a pretty cool work environment.

ahhhhh

Back-to-work-after-vacation-day

It's amazing, the amount of problems that seem to crop up just as I leave and it sits and sits and sits in my amazingly fertile "IN" box so that when I come back its....

AN EMERGENCY!!!!!!!!

but then again, my motto is:
nothing is ever an emergency, ever.

Please excuse my absence from my blog, I'm on holidays with D and between sleeping in, going for long walks and eating, I can't seem to find the time to get to this thing...

see you on Monday or Tuesday next week.

The other day I was taking a section of my course in Public Sector Labour Management. We were talking about the ebb and flow of BC politics. I started to get all emotional and blurted out this big speech about the future of our children. It was comical in retrospect but my voice was peaking at the time.

What was especially funny was the interesting conversation I had later with a woman from my class. She asked me if children were in my foreseeable future in any way.
I said, yes, they were something my husband and I have been talking about quite a bit lately.
She said, "I think you are pregnant, you might want to get that checked out."
I asked her what she was basing this on.
She said that my speech was a "pregnant woman's speech" and that she had similar kinds of panic attacks for each of her three children's pregnancies.

weird eh?

This is what I wish I was doing right now:

But instead I'm examining the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms...

it's not too too bad, but I'm really really tired.

pity anyone?