Employment.

Or lack thereof.

My current contract finishes two Fridays from now. I need to find some work and I am very worried that I won't find much and will end up with a big gap in our finances. I am currently 20 weeks pregnant, so anything long term would be awesome, that way I could return after mat leave, but no one wants to hire someone for a long term position when they know that the person will be away for a year, starting in 4-5 months.

Looking for short term stuff is also a possibility, but there isn't much available at the moment. And finding something that will match 4-5 months in duration and that would start two Mondays from now, also a challenge.

I need to continue on to work before the baby comes because A I can't afford not to work until then, B my EI runs out soon and I don't know how things will work for me starting a new EI claim months before having to file a mat leave claim (honestly it is extremely unlikely that I could be awarded both.)

I can't believe I'm stuck in this situation again, but this time halfway into a pregnancy that so far is somewhat painful and uncomfortable.

I need to find work that is not too physical for that reason, too. Which narrows down what I can do. I am specialized in what I do, but then once no work is available at a certain time, I am pretty much useless in any other category of work (to potential employers that is - however I am convinced if the right company could see my potential I could do a lot for them, if only they would try me even if I have no related experience...or if I appear too experienced in another field...)

Man this is a tough time... :(

I have to keep positive though, lift up my sleeves and apply everywhere!

Wish me luck! :)

Again.

So.... I am now 16 weeks and 4 days pregnant with my second child. Yup! I have finally been successful at conceiving a baby in the right place :)

My son will have a sibling.

And when the baby is born, I will officially be done making babies. Oh yes, I will. There are too many things that can go wrong, and a lot of time of discomfort/sickness, and honestly, I can't afford more kids than 2 :)

This pregnancy, I was hoping to avoid nausea medication, and at first it felt like I might be able to, but a week later than my pregnancy with L, I needed it. And I'm glad I got it.

As for many ladies who are pregnant for the second time, I am showing a lot more than I was last time - I think. However, I am gaining a bit less weight this time around, so far (not counting that I was already 6 lbs heavier this time around to begin with).

With a big deadline of mat leave start ahead of me, I had to do something about my work situation. I just couldn't afford to wait for full time hours from my current temporary employer (I was getting a say a week of work at most) and the physical nature of that job would soon be too much for my pregnant body (being on my feet fr 8 hours straight, 5-6 of which I was outside doing what would be the equivalent of a mix of stair-masters and brisk walking in extremely hot summer temperature, with no access to a washroom or a place to have lunch... very far from ideal...) So when a former colleague called me for a 12 week job in my old industry, even if it was a 4 hour commute away a day, I accepted. The bonus was that I might get another contract afterwards and hopefully, I might eventually work there up to the birth and get enough hours to go on mat leave!  If I dare to dream, I might even get something to return to after mat leave, but I need to play my cards extremely well. This is reality when you are a contractor...

So I am back to working in a dark office, and today I have a great reason why this is ideal, my pelvis would NOT be able to do the physical work anymore. When I gave birth to L, I did something to my pelvic bones that left me barely able to walk for 2 weeks, and that hurt for a good 6 months, with a few spread apart days of soreness up to 2 years later. I was a new mom at that time, with lots of worries other than taking care of that pain I had in my pelvis. So I just didn't do anything about it. But for the most part, at its worst stage, it felt like my body would split from the middle if I walked with a gait that was a little too wide. Like I was missing a piece in the front and middle (pubic bone) that would be holding things together. It was very painful to roll over in bed... It just felt like things were not solid anymore, weak and unstable.

Well, this time around, when 15 weeks came, I started feeling the pain again. If I change my posture and move my weight from one leg to the other, I feel (almost hear) the two sides of my pelvis grinding, rubbing together... At 16 weeks now, I am having a lot of pain walking, and my commute includes 40 minutes of walking! :(

I googled things and this is what I think I have Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction. It's the cartilage/ligaments that join the two part of your pelvis together, with relaxin (the pregnancy hormone that loosens things up so you can 'have space' to give birth) things loosen up and the joints move more, causing pain.

All I have to say is: if you are having similar pains after giving birth, don't just accept the pain and do nothing, talk to your doctor about it, and tell them you think that's what you might be having - a lot of them dismiss it and don't pursue 'fixing' the problem... If that doctor doesn't help find one who will.

That's about it for now. What I need to work on in the next few weeks is finding out if my contract gets extended and if not - look for more work (not easy when you are visibly pregnant, ugh.)

I hope you are all doing well. Anyone have a contractor work and pregnancy story to share? Have you ever had to look for work while you were pregnant? Let me know in the comments! :)

Trying this blog design for size.

I'm thinking of a different background - I'm not sure these colors work with my header - it was the one that seemed to clash the least of the blogger.com ones... I might try another one and change the colors of my header - I am not very good with colors, ay ay ay...

Not 100% sure about the header either - don't know if I like 'my face' that much :) sigh...

Tell me what you think in the comments :)

Chicken.

This is the time I thought of baking chicken, then looked up a recipe, followed it, and ended up with a meal I was proud of for my family!

 

(this pictures the chicken I made, some BBQ chicken that S had made, some plain brown rice and some broccoli.)

Super easy and yummy recipe found on All Recipes - Baked Honey Mustard Chicken, by Mary Bane.

Design.

How do you guys feel about the design of this blog?

I'm starting to feel like changing this up a bit.

I personally find that I am more drawn to read blogs when the colors of the design are lighter. You?

How do you like the design of cinemarie in english?
	Change it up - just freshen it up.
	Change it up - simplify it.
	Change it up - lighten up the colors.
	All of the above.
	Keep it as is - I love it.
	Other ideas (I'll tell you in the comments.)
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Voices.

Yesterday, my boy spontaneously chose to view an episode of the program pictured below. I was so happy to see how much enjoyment he was getting out of it, he even participated in the little 'exercises' that the characters were inviting him to do. I was so proud.

There is a lot of 'special' DVDs on our shelves that I do not push for him to watch, because I want to get his genuine interest, and 'feedback', when he chooses to see it.

 

I do tell him that 'maman worked on this one!' - even though I don't think it means much to him at this point.

The particular one he chose to watch yesterday I was curious to see him react to - because he should be very familiar with the voices of the characters on the show - these are the voices he has heard the most when he was in my belly - he would have heard close to 40-60+ hours a week's worth of these shows in the womb - my last show before mat. leave :)

Full circle.

I miss my old job sometimes... often times...

Conclusion.

This is the conclusion of my ectopic pregnancy story. This is a long read and may be TMI for you. You've been warned ;)

part 3
part 2
part 1 


First of all - I need to share a video that has helped me tremendously throughout my ectopic pregnancy. This video is the reason why I am sharing my story - I needed to read/see other stories to keep me sane, to see that I was not alone, to see what others were experiencing. This woman does such an awesome job of telling her ectopic pregnancy story, I kept viewing it over and over as my story progressed, what I went through symptom-wise was very similar. Everything is so well put and organized, if you found my story because you are going through the same, I highly encourage you to view this video - Kelsey kept me positive, hopeful, and sane! Thank you so much Kelsey, you've helped me more than you will ever know!!




And she has great vlogs and TTC vlogs, etc. - she seems so nice! I couldn't stop keeping up to date with her and her family afterwards :)


ok, back to the final part of my story.

After getting the shot, the doctor asked me to follow up in a week with blood work. He said that typically the HCG levels keep rising at first before they go down, so it would be useless to get more bloodwork done right away. If the levels were not dropping, I would have to get another injection.

I got a call from him personally when he got the results because my levels went from 16632 the day before the injection to 20715, a week later. He said he was on call that day so I would have to go to the hospital and tell triage to page him when I got there so that he could meet me and give me an injection.

If you have read my story so far, you know where this is going:

 

I got sent to get another IV, just in case. 

''But I thought I was just meeting with my doctor to get a sh... ah forget it!"

They take some blood, and leave the IV in. The nurse I got was the absolute worse for putting an IV - and I'm sorry to be saying that because I have great respect for nurses, my sister is one - but it hurt like hell and no blood would come out, so she pulled it out and pushed it in over and over, and had me pump my fist over and over to get enough blood out - it took about 5 minutes of pumping to get 2 cms of blood in the little tube - I'm sure every body in the waiting room was ready to barf seeing this happening :)

I saw a new set of doctors, and they asked me for the whole story again, as if I had not been to the hospital before... I repeat everything, and they leave...

After a few hours of waiting, I finally see one of the first resident doctors I saw on my first hospital visit, my favorite one! She was so nice, she took the time to chat with me and see how I was doing. She said it was silly that I got an IV put in, but that for the hospital it was a safety measure because of how 'ectopic-pregnancy' might mean 'emergency-surgery'...  She also said to me something that I will always remember about my ectopic story:

"I just want to open you up and look in there and see what's going on! Normally at 20000 HCG you see a giant ectopic with a heart beat and it's all very clear what's happening, but with you, it's a mystery!"

So she said I would get another injection soon, it was just a matter of waiting for the meds to come in after she order them. And that it was nice to meet me and to have a nice life...

well...

I wasn't expecting to see her again, but here she was with a little post it note: "Did you get the injection yet?"

"No?!"

"The blood work they did shows that your HCG levels are now down to 12957!!! If you want you can skip the second injection!"

OMG!!! Now I didn't feel so bad about the useless IV/bloodwork :) Even if this was the aftermath:

 

After that point, I went to get blood work done every Wednesday. Most of the googling I had done showed stories of people who had the shot at less than 5000 HCG levels, so I was wondering how long it would take me to go all the way down to zero considering I was starting from 20000+!

here's how it went down from the highest HCG level results:

08/21:    20715

08/23:    12957

08/28:      8820

09/04:      3536

09/12:      1172

09/18:        887

09/25:        386

10/02:        225

10/08:        126

10/16:          52

10/23:          25

10/30:         >5

So all in all - it took from August 14th to October 30th (2.5 months) for it to resolve and for me to not be pregnant anymore. Two and a half months of worrying that I might bleed internally, worrying about every little twinge in my shoulder, every little pang in my belly... Did I mention that I was working 60 kms away from home at the time, walking outside 3+ hours a day in crazy summer heat, and loading and unloading hundreds of heavy boxes in and out of my work truck? yeah...

At first I felt weak, a lot of nausea, a feeling like chemicals were poisoning my body... But gradually I started to feel better and better.

Now, we're trying again. But I'm still spotting mid-cycles, having pain on the side of the ectopic every other month... I got checked, complete blood work done, ultra sound shows normal things down there... The doctors said just 'leave it be' and if I'm having no luck at becoming pregnant for a year, then they will see what we should do next.

Until then, I'm trying not to worry that this could happen again. I take home pregnancy tests all the time to be safe. I am tracking everything on my calendar. If I become pregnant again, I will be able to have all this accurate info to go back to. Essentially, the moment I get a positive test I am to call my doctor and get tests done and follow ups right away, just because of my history now.

I struggle with the fact that it feels like I can't trust my body anymore. I felt invincible before. But now, I know that I need to take care of my body, I can't take health for granted, if I let it down, it will let me down! Not that I necessarily did this to myself - it happens randomly sometimes. But it still had me thinking how much I need to value that I have my health.

Health is important - life is important!

Time will tell if we will be successful at having another baby. I'll keep you posted :)

 

Treatment.

This is the third part of my ectopic pregnancy story. It will be a long read and some of it might be TMI for you, so you've been warned ;)

part 2
part 1 

My next 2 hospital visits were similar:

August 3rd (2nd day at hospital): HCG levels up to 1788, nothing seen in the uterus. (but it could still be early)
August 5th (3rd day at the hospital): HCG levels up to 2738, nothing seen in the uterus.

The first doctor I saw at that point told me they suspected it was indeed an ectopic pregnancy and very briefly explained that I would end up having to choose between surgery or a shot of methotrexate to end the pregnancy.

I then saw another set of resident doctors who explained in more details what the options were:

Surgery: I knew I wanted to avoid surgery - if they did surgery and found that there was something in my tube they could remove it and they may or may not be able to save my tube (if they couldn't they would have to remove the tube...) On the flip side, if it turned out the 'baby' was in the right place after all, they could leave it alone, and potentially let it grow into a successful pregnancy (assuming going through surgery didn't 'mess it up'...)

Methotrexate: I was a good candidate for methotrexate, with no signs of internal bleeding, a small sized 'ectopic', HCG levels that were low enough, good 'liver health' and being able to come to the hospital quickly, should complications come.

I have forgotten to mention something: my beautiful baby L was almost 35 months old at the time (yes that's a little over a month before he turned 3) and I was still nursing him, once a day, before bed time. And the occasional one time before a nap on the weekend... ok, back to the story...

Methotrexate would dissolve the pregnancy and I would get checked once a week to see that my HCG blood levels were going down until they reached less than 5, which is considered 'not pregnant'. BUT! Methotrexate would render my breast milk unsafe for L to drink.

I sobbed. I cried SO hard right then, because unknowingly, the night before, I essentially had nursed my boy for the very last time.

They left me alone for a little bit, to make my decision final and discuss this with my husband (obviously, I didn't mention him yet, but during this whole ordeal, I was updating my husband and getting his opinions and thoughts over the phone. We have no family or friends that live close enough to take over childcare on a short notice - it's only ever just the two of us! - so clearly, he had to take care of L while I was in the hospital... so at that point we both decided to go ahead with the shot)

Until... I met with the chief of OBGYN at that hospital. He basically just shook the whole thing up. I went from deciding to end the pregnancy to deciding, with him, to give this pregnancy one more chance, because he was not 100% convinced that it was abnormal.

Basically, he said he had seen normal pregnancies start this way. He also said that they were not sure where my pregnancy was located (there were signs that it might be in my left tube, but really nothing absolute or clear). He told me that since I was seemingly normal (minus the belly pain and the spotting, both of which were a bit less at that point) I could give this another 48 hours, go for another blood work and ultra sound, but that this time, he was going to do it 'out patient' - that I wouldn't have to go to the hospital and waist a full day there again (unless I was feeling signs of internal bleeding of course...) If I was still showing up with an empty uterus, I would be able to make an appointment to get the methotrexate shot in his office no problem.

Well, I went to another ultra sound, and did more blood work:

August 7th: HCG: 5409
Ultrasound: I went to this private ultra sound place, and was not pleased with the technician. He declined to do an internal ultra sound.

Back to the doctors' office: He's still not convinced, and I am not confident that the ultrasound was done properly. This time, give it a week and see - by that point, we would REALLY see something if it was in the uterus, both based on the HCG levels AND based on gestational age...

August 13th: HCG: 16632
Ultrasound was done at the hospital, in the pregnancy 'area' (whatever it's called) with a technician who is trained specifically in 'uterus' ultrasound, and looking for babies in uteruses.

August 14th: The doctor called me and gave me the results from the 13th, it looks like we gave it a good shot, but there's no baby in the uterus and at 16632 we should really REALLY see something. The spot they saw in my tube that could be the ectopic pregnancy seemed to be slightly larger so at this point, he wanted to treat it and give me a methotrexate shot, and could I come into the office that same afternoon.

About breastfeeding/weaning: I spent the previous week preparing L and explaining that 'maman' had some 'bobos' in her belly and that to make maman feel better, the doctor might have to take out the bobos and all of maman's milk at the same time. Meaning that there would be no more milk available to drink for him. When the doctor called it was almost nap time, so, even if I was letting him call when he wanted to nurse at that point without suggesting it, I called him and asked if he wanted to nurse. I explained that I was going to the doctor's office and that he would take all my milk away to make me feel better, I explained that it was the very last time he would ever drink maman's 'bon lait', as we used to call it. And just like that, on August 14th 2013, I nursed my boy for the last time. I thought our last time would be a sweet tender and loving moment, but the truth is, in reality, at that point he was most of the time using nursing to delay having going to bed :) He was always half into the nursing, like it was natural and needed, and the other half was more of a drink a bit, get distracted and talk about something else, drink some more. And this last time was no different, and I kind of like that about it - I'm not sad thinking about the last time we nursed - I kind of laugh about it - he really was very close to choosing to wean anyway. And I'm so happy that I got a chance to verbalize it with him, and that he could understand a bit what was going on and why.

I put L to bed for his nap, kissed my husband, and left for the hospital pharmacy to get the meds, then arrived to at the doctor's office, more than ready to put this 2 week ordeal behind me.

We spoke about it a bit, then got ready for the shot. Turns out the pharmacy gave me too little of it, ha ha ha!

I went back, got more, drove back to the doctor's... he split the injection so he would inject me once in the back muscle over the left hip, once over the right hip (apparently it works best that way).

I was finally done with this. Or so I thought. Next post will be the conclusion of this story :)

Continued.

My ectopic pregnancy story, part 2. There may be some TMI stuff, and it's going to be a long read, so you've been warned :)

part 1

After not seeing a baby in my uterus at the emergency care, they decided to send me to the hospital (ER) telling me that they would send out my information and that I would meet with an OBGYN to discuss the next steps.

It was around noon at that point so I asked if I could stop to eat at home first, she hesitated said it was unlikely they would do any 'procedure' today so she said to do it but go to the hospital asap afterwards.

I got to the triage, explained that I was sent from 'emergency care' and that an OBGYN doctor should have my info about my suspected ectopic pregnancy and that I was supposed to discuss things with them. I thought somehow that they would get some straight forward info that they could look up, get what the story was and take me straight to that OBGYN to get it over with...

But they had me talk to a 'random' ER doctor first, to whom I had to explain everything from scratch again 'I'm supposed to meet this OBGYN for a discussion' I kept saying...

After some waiting, a nurse came to get me and asked me to follow her. We sort of entered the area of ER where they have bed and waiting rooms and where every one waits to be treated and seen by doctors... She then asks me to sit in a chair that looks more like a treatment chair than a sitting room chair - you know the ones that look like a sofa with the little table attached to it, like when they do blood work? She explains to me that she's going to put an IV into my arm.

WHAT?!!!!

My heart started pounding with the panic growing inside of me.

What do you mean? Why?

'I was asked to put in an IV, it's just for fluids to make sure you're staying hydrated'

I said 'This is starting to sound pretty serious, I was told I was just going to discuss with a doctor!'

She said she didn't know anything beyond the request to put me on an IV.

After hours of waiting and calming down from the panic, I saw a resident doctor who asked me for details, this time I carefully told her everything. After more waiting, I saw her and a more senior resident and finally, I got a pelvic exam and some information.

Nothing felt off on the 'inside' and I was looking normal, so they explained that it could still be ectopic, but that it could also still be a viable pregnancy. A lot of pregnancies start with some discomfort, some spotting, and that we'd have to wait and see because at that point, it was too early to see anything on the ultrasound (I learned then that by 1500-2000 HCG levels the ultrasound should be able to see something, but not much before then. And I was only at 766.)

I was asked to come back two days later (Saturday) to get another blood test and another ultra sound. The HCG levels should double by then, so there would be a better chance that we would be able to see something on the ultra sound.

I was however told to come right back to the ER if I was getting signs of my condition getting worse. Because essentially, with an ectopic pregnancy what happens is the egg implants itself in the wrong place (most often in the fallopian tube). If your pregnancy is in the tube and it grows there the tube will burst and you will start bleeding internally. So it is very serious, it is life threatening.

I was told that if I started to bleed internally, I might feel dizzy, nauseated, weak, I would bleed vaginally, I would potentially also feel shoulder tip pain. (If blood starts bothering the organs inside your body, there's a 'mechanism' that makes the tip of your shoulder hurt in a strange way, apparently.)

They gave me a note not to work the next day and asked that I do not exert myself. But that it would possibly still be a normal pregnancy so 'don't worry too much about it'.

That's the point when my mind started to take over my body in a negative way. I was in a state of mental panic, of paranoia.

I did hypno birthing before and I learned all about how if you are calm and confident and focused, you can pretty much have a painless birth experience. And it worked for me 100%. (I'm realizing I never posted my birth story - I should do that soon! Let me know if that is of any interest to you in the comments below)

Your mind is a hugely powerful thing, and I was beginning to experience the flip side of this, the negative effects of what your mind can do to your body. And that would last for many months. I didn't realize at the time that I would still be struggling with this off an on, to this day.

If you are extremely worried, and only thinking about feeling out your body and what could go wrong with it, first of all you are 'cramping' yourself up, and you will certainly feel pain in strange places. If you focus a lot on feeling out whether you have pain in your shoulder, and spend days just worrying about it, chances are you WILL feel pain in your shoulder.

I spent many days worrying about death, feeling like my body was no longer 'trustworthy'. I didn't know anymore if my 'mind' was trustworthy. What's the correct diagnosis here, my shoulder hurts, my belly hurts. Am I over reacting, or am I dismissing something that could be serious? I didn't know anymore.

The only thing I could tell at first was that I didn't seem to be getting worse really, and that if I managed to calm down and think of something else for a bit, and then truly and honestly evaluate my body, I felt somewhat normal.

to be continued.

Smart.

This boy is very smart for a 17 year old.
A lot of people, much older, do not understand or remember these simple principles, myself included.
I love Ted Talks :)

Ectopic.

This is going to be a long one. It will also be TMI for some of you. You've been warned :)

I've now decided to spilt this in a few parts, as it is taking me too long to write:) This is part 1!

I wasn't sure that I wanted to go through pregnancy shortly after I gave birth to L. As he grew older, I found him to be so 'big-brotherly' to our cats and to little kids around him, that I ended up going from hesitant to decided: we were going to have another baby.

I was (and am) in an unstable financial situation, and I've been trying to get some kind of permanent job to add to our stability, but things weren't happening, they just weren't. The work I used to do before I had my son - no one was hiring me in that industry anymore, I mean, I was rejected for so many things: it's depressing. As for my new 'gig', the way things works in that company, by the time I could secure a permanent position I could be too old to make babies (seriously - we're talking 5-7 years). And to be honest, doing the kind of physical work that I do without any guarantee of getting paid if anything were to happen, that's just not ideal, and frankly somewhat financially irresponsible for our family. And S's situation was also uncertain at the time...

But then I realized - there won't be an ideal time, I don't want to wait to be pregnant when my body is too old (and risk complications), and I want my son to be close enough in age with his sibling. So in May/June, we decided to just go for it and start trying anyway.

At the end of July, I started feeling a bit strange. My belly was crazy bloated, and I was having crazy ovulation pains. But life was too crazy to stop and think about it, and I just pretended like nothing was wrong and thought it would pass. I knew I wasn't pregnant because I had had my period in June and July, just 'like normal'...

I started to Google what could be wrong with me - I had pain in the lower left abdomen. A common suggestion was 'ectopic pregnancy'. I didn't really know what that was, and I thought 'Meh I don't have that... I'll just see how things progress, give it a few days and it'll probably go away'.

I woke up still in pain on August 1st (4 days after wrapping up my usually regular cycle) and I was spotting. Sort of burgundy in color. With the bloating and pain that I had along with what I was reading on ectopic pregnancies, I knew right then I had to get checked by a doctor, stat.

I went to the 'emergency care' place close to our house (as opposed to the hospital) because I was still hoping this could just be a UTI or something else, and UTIs were on the list of what you could go to the 'emergency care' for. They checked my urine, and when the doctor came back she said 'you do not have a UTI, but you are pregnant.'

My heart fell. I just knew that if I was indeed pregnant, something was wrong. I wanted to have a UTI so bad - It would have been so much easier to deal with - I did not have time to deal with anything serious.

She continued: 'we're going to do ultrasounds to see whether the baby is in the right place, and some bloodwork as well - do you know how far along you are?'

We were actively trying, but with all the stress in my life at the time, I decided not to chart things and let nature do it's thing. I had trouble remembering when I had my last period - I just couldn't give them an answer. I did remember that at some point in July my breasts had been sore and I had briefly thought that I might be pregnant - but then I got my period at the end of July! ...

Basically, the 'baby' was either 4 day old cells or else it had been in there for longer than that without my knowing. So we guessed the 'age' based on my second last period, and on that first day of August, that would put me at around 6 weeks pregnant.

At that point I called my work and told them I could not come in today. And that tomorrow was uncertain as well. It was a Thursday.

Ultrasound #1: no baby seen in the uterus. Bloodwork: HCG levels at 766.

So I was sent straight to the hospital.

Helpful.

Finding your passion and making a living off it, now that's the dream.

I've been daydreaming about that for many years now. But I seem to fail to take the next step.

I get scared of failing - or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that, I stop myself from doing anything I know will be less than perfect. "I would like to do XYZ, but I won't be good at it."

Here are things I think I am passionate about:

TV/Movies/Internet videos (making them - although I am insecure with whether I am good at it)
Parenting (I like to read about it...)
Healthy living (I love reading about it, but don't exactly live it)

That being said, I have recently read on Live your legend, that one way to be successful at living off your passion is to help others. That really caught my attention.

I even used that in my job interview - and for the first time, I kind of meant it, in that context.

But here I am now, back to square one, what am I good at that I am passionate about, that I can use to help people.

I don't feel knowledgeable enough in ANYTHING to be able to be helpful to anyone. That's scary. Maybe I'm just too self-centered to see it - maybe it's true, but that's something I need to work on.

What are you passionate about - what do you do to help people around you, or online?


...

after I finished writing this, and before I hit 'publish', somebody shared with me one of those tear-jerker mother's day videos with kids telling their moms that they are 'enough' and 'beautiful' and all... they also wrote that I was a good mother. Yes, I ugly cried for a minute, but then I thought - maybe I am a good mother, yes maybe I am good at that. If only I could make money out of that! lol Again, something that all parents must feel... I could just watch my boy all day... and you thought I was adding something useful to this post, but no, I don't know where I was going with that :)

Work.

or lack thereof.

I am waiting to hear back about an opportunity I think would be really good. Something that would make me stop my 'temp-walking-outisde' job, finally. I would be happy to get it - permanent position, in an industry that is closer to what I am 'qualified' to do (what has been my career since 2000, what I have studied for...), it would be closer to home, get me to see people, get me into downtown of my new city, able to explore and learn about it at lunch time, etc. I am also a bit scared though. Beats me why... well - if I examine it more thoroughly, I think I know.

I am scared to let go.

I am scared to fail too, of course.

With my current 'temp-work' I get 'periodically laid off' which gives me built in time off - nah! I was going to say that I would miss that - but it's stupid to think that I will miss that. I will miss that, but I have no choice, I need to provide for my family! I just have to man up and realize that, and do something about it.

I hope that the work 'conditions' will work out - salary, schedule. I have no back up plan for my son after all - dropping him off to daycare or picking him up is all me right now. I could possibly arrange things with my husband to have him do one or the other, but he's the one who's commute is unpredictable, so it's more complicated. It can take him 40 minutes, it can take him 2 hours... It is not acceptable to be late for pick up by 1 hour, it is also not acceptable to be late for work in the morning by 1 hour. We don't have anybody here to help with that - I mean who does? How do parents do it these days? The job market is sometimes so unforgiving of parents...

Anyways, this is a weird nonsensical vent. I just feel lost sometimes.

Here's a rare fully in-focus shot of my son, with 'camera' eye-contact no less :)

I love him to bits.

If you are a parent in a working parents family, what is your daycare pick-up/drop off situation, what is you commute like, how do you manage?

Procrastination.

I am currently losing many days of potential great accomplishments to procrastination.

I have a hoarding problem, and a procrastination problem - that does not mix well. I have a giant mess of clutter around me, all the time.

Sometimes I get so overwhelmed by the many random tasks I want to accomplish that I just... well I just don't do anything.

I need to simplify my life big time. I have pile after pile after pile of things everywhere in the house, and it feels the same way in my head, like I have clutter in my brain. I need to bring order to it.

I remember all the articles I used to read about losing weight and many recommended to make small goals, because you are more likely to accomplish them. Well, I need to just take some time every day and just sort through my piles. That's what I think my small goal should be, go through it just a little bit, but every day.

The other thing that overwhelms me these days is food for my family. We are currently pretty tight with money, so when comes time to plan for groceries for the week, we just plan for one big quantity of one meal for the week nights and buy the minimum to make that meal, with a few snacks here and there. I need to find a way to improve that - it's not all bad, but the problem comes when we run out early, or on the weekend where we have nothing planned. But mostly, bringing a bit of variety would be good, especially for our boy who sometimes really dislikes eating the same food a few times in a row...

I subscribed to the free version of Cook Smarts and I got 3 free meal plans to choose from and test out. I like the idea that she gives you a prep day option, where you can prep all the ingredients ahead of time... It's a good idea, I need to figure out how to get everybody on board, but mostly I need to figure out if it's possible for us financially...

What do you do when you get overwhelmed? Are you a hoarder and a procrastinator? How do you 'snap out of it'? Tell me about it in a comment :)

Stress.

Whaaaaa?

2 days ago we briefly used the A/C - the temperature was 27 degrees Celsius in the house. Yesterday, the weather network said that it was 22, and that with the humidity it felt like 26.

Today?

It's currently 0 degrees and it's SNOWING!

And of course, I got a call to go work this afternoon... I have said no a few times in the last few weeks so I felt like I should say yes.

As soon as I did though, my stress levels went way up - I can almost feel the cortisol fill my body! I said yes to a schedule that is less than ideal, my scheduled finish time is the same as when I absolutely must leave to pick up my son at daycare to avoid picking him up late and pay late fees. I am more worried about him being the last one to get picked up though, than paying late fees...

So if everything works out perfectly then I will be on time to pick him up, but most of the time, with the work that I do, especially replacing someone and doing tasks that I am not familiar with, it is destined to fail and go long. And of course I'll be walking outside in the snow, so I'll have to slow down... I'm going to be racing all day. This is my 3rd week off, so I haven't walked in over 2 weeks now! Sigh.

The positive side is I got to eat at home first. And I'm at least going to a location I am familiar with (and I am familiar with the route to daycare from there). And I get 4 hours worth of money. And the person who's in charge of calling relief staff will not hate me for saying no, yet again.

But... gulp. it's going to be a tough day.

Wish me luck! :)

Do you ever accept work simply to avoid feeling guilty? What is your work situation like? Let me know in a comment! :)

Sugar.

Besides the general feeling of 'unwell-ness' I've mentioned in my previous post, I've recently become increasingly concerned with another aspect of my health: aging.

After having a child, I have turned the attention I used to give to my body to my child's well being. I'm sure that's something many new moms do. It might sound self centered but, I used to 'keep an eye on things' often prior to having my boy. These days, because I can spend days without looking into a mirror, I am often surprised by what I see, if that makes any sense...

I seem to have aged rather quickly recently : my hair is increasingly grey, my skin feels looser and my face, oh my face... well, it's full of freckles and very wrinkly!

At first, I thought all of this might have been related to my body bouncing back from being pregnant, but now I realize I really have been neglecting things in the following ways:

1. I've been working outside - my new job has me walk between 4-5 hours outside in all kinds of conditions - but I've only put on sunscreen at best half of the time. tsk tsk tsk.

2. This year my stress levels have peaked higher than they ever have. Not good.

3. My diet has consisted of a TON of sugar. and I've only learned recently that sugar can cause wrinkles! Oh my,  I'm in trouble!!

Here's a few links about the subject:

from Livestrong

from a blog I just discovered randomly, called ''I Quit Sugar''.


I need to commit to a better diet - and more than ever I need to find another job! I'm loving being at home these days, working on my computer, like before. I need to reduce my stress, sun exposure, and up the healthy diet. But what can I say, I also need to pay the bills...

I'm really tempted by the I Quit Sugar program, but I have no money for it now, nor will I get participation from the family on that one.

I've also been tempted by the 'Cook Smarts' program that Kath talks about...

Have you ever started a food program/diet that included a change for the whole family? How did you incorporate everybody in the change and/or did you end up having to separate meals for everybody? Tell me in a comment! :)

Ok.

So...
How did I use to do this again? hmmm...

Healthy living has suddenly become interesting to me again recently when, after a few years of just not paying attention, I became ill.

I knew something was wrong after I had an ectopic pregnancy last August. In case you are not familiar, an ectopic pregnancy is one that grows in the wrong place, outside of the uterus, most commonly in the fallopian tube. It is not viable and it is very dangerous for the mother, life threatening even, because you can end up bleeding internally from a ruptured tube.

Maybe I should give you a bit of a description of how this thing happened to me, and I will do that, but in another post.

I ended up having to end the pregnancy with a Methotrexate shot.

I felt like my body had betrayed me, I did not trust it anymore. I felt weak (literally, I think it had to do with the shot) I had lots of nausea, my breasts were still sore from being pregnant, etc. After the shot I had to take weekly blood tests to check that the HCG numbers kept going down (pregnancy hormone). It took a good 3 months. The whole 3 months I feared for my life, as I was working a very physical job, 60kms away from home.

I started worrying about everything, imagining that my body had this slow poison invading it. I pushed off getting checked up despite having crazy irregular cycles for 3 months. Had an ultrasound that revealed everything was normal down there. Pushed off going to my family doctor for almost another 3 months to get blood tests done and see what else could be wrong.

I went last week, finally, and got my results: everything is normal, except for my iron levels. They are a little low and I was asked to take a supplement.

OH MY GOODNESS!

The only thing that was wrong with me was that I wasn't taking care of myself anymore. I wasn't living a balanced life, a healthy life.

I gave my body no nutrients whatsoever - for instance, my lunch at work has consisted of 3 Fibre 1 granola bars for the past year and a half or so (it's not a good reason, but keep in mind I walk outside all day so it has to be portable/no heat/no refrigeration etc.) I started 'boredom' eating again, my favorite snack? a chocolate bar... or two... My drink of choice? Coca Cola.

Yeah, sure. I walk all day and get quite a work out. But I am not nourishing my body. I am not watching my health at all.

I currently weigh 154lbs. If you have followed me in the past, you know that this is only 4 lbs higher than the lowest I have been.

But I am nowhere near as healthy as when I was this weight last time.

Duh - have I not learned anything?

Apparently, I need to start from scratch. This time though, I don't care about my weight, I care about my health.

I've started looking up health and nutrition information websites again.

I've also started to look for work again - what I do right now is too taxing on my body and really has no future (it also leaves me with no income a third to half of each year). It's just not what I love to do. I have learned that about myself recently. I need to be challenged creatively. That being said, I can't go back to the old jobs I used to do, my reality has changed now with my son, and where we now live. I need to create my own source of income. I need to get out of my shell and create the opportunities.

I need to be healthy again, and in many ways - not just what I eat. I remember the days when I blogged about my weight loss. I wasn't just losing weight successfully, I was also practicing my brain, exercising my writing in English (not my first language!) and exercising my social skills (I basically have none.) I need to nourish my mind too!

So I want to do this blogging thing again. Anybody still here? :)

Have you ever made yourself sick just by having a negative mindset? What did you do to turn it around? Leave me a comment and let me know :)

in the meantime, here's a few pictures of my boy, he is now 3 years and 7 months old.