Be Your Own Valentine

Valentine’s day has gotten me in trouble in the past because my words were misconstrued by someone and it caused some issues at home. You see,  I sometimes refer to Valentine’s day as “Bound to be Utterly Disappointed Day” not because I get disappointed but because I know so many men and women who end the day in tears or mad because the day didn’t live up to the expectations they had in their minds. Sometimes it’s because they don’t have someone in their life to celebrate with or worse they stick with someone or start a relationship with someone just to not be alone for that day.  Most people end the day disappointed  when they don’t really need to be because they thought their partner was a mind reader and didn’t communicate their expectations, which is why my husband and I have not really celebrated Valentine’s Day as a couple for many years.
We talked about it, he told me how he felt about the day being too commercial and just another day were men and woman are forced to rush out and purchase gifts, buy/make elaborate dinners or do grand gestures to prove how great their love is when he feels it’s the everyday stuff that does that.

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Ok Cineplex, you wooed me back to you

You tricky little devil, you marketing genius, you. Did you read my blog “For the love of Ryan Gosling… SHUT IT!” a few years ago and realize I was breaking up with you and in an effort not to lose me forever you set a plan in motion to win back my love? Because it worked, I do love you again Cineplex and I think our love story is one for the movies…

Cineplex and had a turbulent relationship to say the least. We started out as friends; I remember the great adventures of my childhood when “he” introduced me Indiana Jones at the Eaton Center or The Land Before Time at Warden Woods. We were so innocent then. But soon our relationship blossomed, and we began spending every weekend together. Snuggled up with popcorn, a Jumbo Coke and friends, “he” took me places that were Fast and Furious, and made me feel special when “he” asked me to Save the Last Dance. But Cineplex had issues “he” needed to work out, issues “he” chose to stay in the dark about and my staying was only enabling “him”. Continue reading

It’s a baby!

It's a babySo, the cat’s outta the bag… I’m pregnant, and decided to find out the sex of the baby. Which apparently on your first go around is a no no. Which brings me to….

I’ve learned a lot during this life experience but today I am going to share a  few recent “lessons”.  First, the above mentioned one.

It seems there is some unspoken rule that you shouldn’t find out the sex of your baby the first time around. That part of the “joy” of pregnancy is the SURPRISE at the end when you learn if it’s a boy or a girl. (I put joy in quotes for a VERY good reason which I promise to explain in my next post).  I call BS!

Something else I learned is that it is extremely wrong of me to hope for one sex over the other. That I should just wish for a healthy baby. I once again call BS!

Another lesson is EVERYONE seems to think they can touch your belly when they feel like it or weigh in on your choice of names…uh let me think about that for a second…No.

So let me start with the first lesson:

It seems a lot of people had an “issue” with me knowing the sex, since it’s my first child and I don’t understand this. Whether this is my first child or my fifth, last time I checked in was MY child (and my husbands). I’m the one preparing for this child and my personality dictates that I need to plan, plan and plan some more. It causes me anxiety when I know a big event is coming up and I am not prepared. And folks this is a HUGE event. My entire life is going to be turned upside down and inside out and I NEED to hold on to any fragment of control I have left. And if that fragment of control is knowing the difference between choosing blue or pink for a blanket I’ll freaking take it! Not only that but,  I also was REALLY stressing out over it, because I can admit I was not in the market for a girl. Which brings me to my next “lesson”.

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