Due date, schmue date

**Disclaimer: The due dates referred to within this blog post are pregnancy due dates, not school assignment due dates.  As a teacher and a hyper-organized person, I take school due dates very seriously and encourage all students and their parents to do the same! ‘Due date, schmue date’ should not be a  phrase heard coming from the mouth of any student, ever!**

And now back to my regularly scheduled post…

I have come to the conclusion that due dates are nothing more than another means of driving a pregnant woman insane.  Continue reading

The Nesting Instinct aka Woman Possessed

You’ve probably heard that a lot of women experience the need to clean and organise when they are pregnant.  This need is often referred to as ‘nesting’.  Some people believe that nesting is a sign that labour will start soon (they are wrong).  If that were true, then I’ve been about to go into labour for 9 months.  Continue reading

Jackpot! I won the pregnancy lottery!

mjaxmy1hy2qxywrkztg2mgvhmda0 Last night was not a good night.  It would be easy to blame this on my ever-growing belly and the discomfort that naturally comes with it, but my fitful sleep and subsequent move to the living room couch can only be blamed on some poor choices I made earlier in the evening, namely pizza and Coke.  I knew the combination of caffeine and heartburn would haunt me as soon as I got horizontal, but I was weak, as I typically am in the face of carbs and refined sugar. And now I feel like there is sand in my eyes and a piano tied to my waist and I have no one to blame but myself. Sitting in the dark with a very awake brain and a burning esophagus, I got to reflecting on my pregnancy. Continue reading