Do you know what being 11 weeks pregnant means? It means my first trimester is almost over, which ideally means so is my nausea and vomiting! When shall I dare to skip a dose of Diclectin to find out? Just you wait and see! You can all place your bets on whether or not I…
Full disclosure: I am not a fan of reading other people’s pregnancy journals nor birth stories. Therefore, I write these entries without any expectation that anyone wants to read them: they’re for me! That being said, I am the only non-Doula in my quartet of best buddies, so I know firsthand that there are many women…
Ah, let the belly photos begin! I wasn’t diligent about documenting belly growth with Cub, I think I wound up with a monthly photo. I’m aiming for weekly this time, and today I finally felt well enough to at least take a selfie. (Because I had felt well enough to have a shower, thus making…
So I’m writing this post at 6 weeks pregnant, but by the time I publish I’ll be a little further along. I can’t have my blog readers find out the happy news before my extended family! As you might already know, we’ve been trying to conceive since May. Obviously, I’m pleased to finally be pregnant……
Since Adrienne is my go-to girl for parenting advice (she doesn’t claim to be an expert, but she’s got experience and she’s a straight shooter), I thought I’d open up the floor to my readers to see if they have any topics they’d like her to address in a new. aptly-titled, feature: “Ask Adrienne.” The…
This post contains affiliate links. Let me begin this post with a bit of a “chicken or the egg” kind of story. I never set out to teach Cub the ABCs before he turned two. Sure, I’m a teacher by trade, but it was Cub’s intrinsic interest in letters that led him to know his…
I never thought I’d be so happy to be eating breakfast at 5:30 AM with my toddler. Honestly, I was so ecstatic I almost woke my husband so he could share the moment. (Turns out, we did wake him as I’d accidentally left our bedroom door ajar…) Cub is an easy going dude. Sure, he…
Oh, the paranoia of being a new parent. Scratch that- the paranoia of being pregnant! The lists and lists and lists of things NOT TO DO OR YOU AND YOUR BABY WILL EXPLODE can be super overwhelming. Actually, I found a lot of the lists and warnings really insulting to my intelligence… even my Bodum…
Don’t you just love it when people come up to you and tell you how TERRIBLE their pregnancy was? How their labour was 72 hours? And that breastfeeding was a complete and total nightmare? Ya, me too! So much, in fact, that I thought I’d tell you about how, in my case, breastfeeding has been…
Scary Mommy is one of my favourite “Cub is distracted for five minutes let’s have a cup of tea” reads. Sarcasm might be the lowest form of humour (although I think potty jokes are), but it’s also my favourite! Scary Mommy’s recent mommy terminology post reminded me of a similar list that’s been floating around…
Disclosure: I received this product free for review. All opinions remain my own. I don’t own any nursing tops. My neighbour lent me a stack of her nursing shirts from Thyme Maternity, the style where there is some extra, draping fabric over the breasts that hides slits for you to expose your nipple through so…
Perhaps the actual title of this post should be “Why my baby shower was awesome.” Basically, I wouldn’t change anything about my baby shower, organized mostly by my lovely sister-in-law to be, Kirsten, over at Breaking Bland Eats. I confess that I also played a heavy hand in the Baby Shower planning and preparation: I…
Among the things I was “never going to do” as a mother was baby sign language. I really, really thought that for hearing children, this was a pointless act: why teach signs when they can just learn the words? My Mom swears I was speaking in full sentences by my first birthday, I assumed my…
Sleep. It’s one of the top concerns of parents of young children, and one of the top questions we ask each other and we are asked by strangers. “How’s he sleeping?” “Is he sleeping through the night?” Sleep at our house looks nothing like what I planned when I was pregnant, and it definitely doesn’t…
Read an updated version of this post from June 2016 My family lives on the West Coast and Papa Wolf, Wolf Cub and I are in Montréal. I always knew that the hardest thing about being a Mom would be doing it far away from my Mom. But she’s been here since day one: sure, she’s come…
My name is Lindsay and I am a 40-year-old mama of four trying to live an eco-friendly, budget-friendly life! I am a substitute teacher and Child Passenger Safety technician in Calgary, Alberta. Join me on my adventures!
