Pregnancy Hormones and coffee

 I've been trying all week to do a new blog and I've gotten many started but this week and well last week, I'm just not feeling it! There are a lot of topics that I'd like to write about but my personal life, pregnancy hormones and stress seems to be taking over. A lot of it is extremely personal so those areas will be off limits for now until they've run their natural course but as depicted in the story below.. pregnancy hormones and coffee or lack of, can make for some rough times!

I look at this pregnancy and don't get me wrong, I love my little being that is growing inside but the hormones have been a bit much! I often wonder have the hormones caused me to do any permanent damage to my 5 year old Ava or is she still young enough to not remember that time when Mommy turned into a monster?   My patience is shot, my memory is terrible and I'm grouchy! I don't want to be understanding, I don't want to easy going, and I don't want to feel like a child throwing a tantrum anymore cause I just don't want to! I want to be pregnant and have people understand that my hormones are crazy and not to stick your fingers in the damn bear cage!

 

I'm so terribly confused because I cannot tell if my hormones are playing tricks on me or if I have just cause for being so short at times. The following story is a perfect example of pregnancy hormones at its highest and scariest, don't say I didn't warn you!

The trip to Saskatoon, we were leaving Golden BC, after a very short sleep from an emotional night and short my morning coffee.  I find myself in the line up for Tim Horton's on our way out of town. Of course the guy in front of me orders a damn sandwich, when all I want is my cup of coffee. I'm hormonal, I'm tired and my 5 year old has decided to start the morning off by asking questions about everything and everything.

So I wait.. and I wait! Foot tapping..."Come on... I just want my coffee!" The guy finally gets his sandwich, it feels like it's been 10 minutes at this point. I now have to explain to my daughter why I cannot honk at him, he very slowly leaves the drive-through.  So I'm at the window with my money in my hand holding it out the window and eagerly towards her at the window. She finishes taking the order of the person at the menu board.. she's going to take my money now and hand me my coffee now right? WRONG..... she talks to her co-worker for a second and I explode. I actually yelled out loud with my child in the back seat, "GIVE ME MY DAMN COFFEE!"

 

Now I'm embarrassed right? Wrong again! I'm even more mad because she blankly stares at me then says," 2 milk?" I proceed to almost rip this poor girl apart explaining to her that "I'm pregnant and I'm tired and I just want the double-double I ordered. So two sugars and two creams, not two milks!"  We bicker back and forth about what she said, what she's handing me and why I don't have time for this crap, and by the way...she still hasn't given me my damn coffee! I'm not even a time bomb at this point cause I've already exploded but she's now about to get hit with a pile of tears if she doesn't just give me my damn coffee NOW!

Anyways, she hands me the coffee... it's terrible! I just drive and begin to start crying! I cried from Golden until 30 minutes before Lake Louise!  I truly feel for the girl in the drive-through at Tim Horton's, so if you read this by some weird off chance.. I'M SORRY!

So this is me right now and it means I'm having a hard time updating my blog...so please bear with me and for all my mommy friends, if you have any advice for dealing with the pregnancy hormones please pass them along. Crying into my pancakes was one thing but losing my mind of a poor innocent girl is another! HELP!

A Follow up to the Gender Reveal

As many of you know, on Friday July 4th, Miss Ava and myself set out on the open road travelling to Saskatoon to spend some time with my family. We loaded up the car and set out for a two day excursion of over 1500km's from Vancouver to Saskatoon to officially begin our summer vacation. I had an entire blog prepared about travelling while pregnant with a 5 year old and a ton of anxiety but something malfunctioned and well I ended with one picture.  So that will have to wait till the next blog post. This blog will be a follow up to the Gender reveal post below.

In case you missed it, you can scroll down and see that we announced the sex of Baby Shearer No.2, our family is elated with joy.  Bruce was quite happy to be welcoming another little girl and Miss Ava just cannot stop talking about her little sister.

It was a tough one for me though, as I was really hoping it was a boy, healthy with all limbs attached but nonetheless still hoping for a boy. We aren't planning on having more than 2 so this was kind of my final chance to experience that bond that a mother and son have.

It's ok though, I've done a lot of soul searching about genders, siblings, and parental relationships.  Growing up, I really wanted to experience having a sister but I was blessed with older brothers.  What I learned from having two brothers molded me into the type of woman I became in  my business and personal relationships.  My female relationships have always lacked a certain amount of strength, could having brothers be the reason I have always connected with the male gender than the female gender?

There is an old Irish saying that I remember hearing once upon a time "A son is a son till he takes him a wife. A daughter is a daughter for the rest of her life!" It's always stuck with me, perhaps having 2 girls is making up for not having a sister growing up?

Either way, I feel blessed, I know very much that we don't always get what we want, but we will always get just exactly what we need and knowing that Ava will soon have her best friend forever, her shoulder to cry on and partner in crime makes my heart smile in a way I just can't describe!

The results are in...Boy or Girl??

As some of you know this past Sunday marked my half way mark in my second pregnancy with Baby No.2 and I must say.. this baby sure is cute!! We had our ultrasound on yesterday and thankfully my technician left the results open on her screen...So what do you think the results are...Boy or Girl?

I have to keep this blog entry short, as by the time you are reading this, summer holidays will have begun! Miss Ava and I are on the road to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan for some much needed rest and relaxation and some major baby cuddles with some incredibly sweet babes who were just born in the last few days and not to mention go see my sister in law's growing belly! She is due 2 weeks before me!

So do you think we will be adding another little Queen the mixture? Or perhaps a bouncing baby boy?? 



What do you think? Boy or Girl??

It's a GIRL!

We couldn't be more excited to be welcoming another little girl into our lives! Though I will admit, I was hoping for a boy, I am so happy that Ava will have a little sister to play with, grow with and have that sisterly bond that I've envied so much! All I know is that we may not get what we want all the time, we do get exactly what we need and this little girl is such a blessing!

Why do you need mommy time?

I think taking the time for yourself is so important when you are a Mommy, and I'm also very aware that since my daughter was born, I've said this but I have never really practiced what I preached.  This is from a book 100 Questions from my Child, a book my mother had gotten me written by Mallika Chopra.

If you know a mom who is much like me, and never practices what they preach as for mommy time, stop by one day... kick her out for an hour and play with her children.  Bring a $10.00 gift card for starbucks..even better!

Being a mother requires wearing many hats.  From managing the house, meals, bath time, nap time and bills, to balance work and relationships many days I find very few moments to even sit down.  Life with kids gets crazy, and there are times I feel I just can't manage anymore.  But the reality sinks in- as a mom, I can't eve let the craziness get to me!

Then there are those days when things are just more difficult.  There is a work deadline, no good in the house, the phone doesn't stop ringing, the bills are late and I have a miserable headache.  Inevitably on such days, I find that my daughters, sensing my stress, also demand more attention, fight more, and are generally moody.

My daughters are used to the concept of my needing some mommy time, and my husband respects my need for it.  For me, finding some ME time everyday has been life transforming.  These moments, if tapped into regularly, build up over time to give me a source of peace, perspective, and calmness.  Ideally, I can meditate for 15 minutes to catch my breath and be silent.  Most often, my mind is racing with all the things I haven't done, forgot to do, or need to do.  Nonetheless, I force myself to take the time to decompress.  I become more centered, less frantic, and calmer.  Family time becomes more focused and more fulfilling.

When my daughters ask me why I need mommy time, the answer is quite simple. 

Mommy time makes me a better mommy!


Question for your Child:  When you are alone, what do your thoughts sound like?