Friday, October 30, 2009


I have a cold. And I am here to tell you, having a cold while you are pregnant pretty much sucks. I would sell my kingdom for a dose of NyQuil right now, but I hear NyQuil and babies don't mix. Apparently if I so much as stand in the same room as a package of cold medicine, my baby will be born covered in scales. And we don't want that. So I am forced to suffer.

On the other hand, this is an excellent opportunity to hone my martyr skills. See, there's always a bright side.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

As of today I am officially four weeks and three days pregnant. This number bothers me, since it's counted from the first day of my last period. I've been charting my cycle for several months and therefore know exactly when I ovulated and approximately when the egg implanted, so by my reckoning it's more like nine days. Ah, whatever. I don't suppose it really matters.

So far I'm not feeling all that different, beyond being extra tired. Lately I've been having fun conversations with The Man of the House where we tell each other how tired we are, and then I get to add, "I'm making someone's central nervous system. What's your excuse?"

I've seen my doctor already and everything is fine. I've also contacted a midwife practice, and they're supposed to let me know in the next few days if they have room for another patient. If they don't, I'll be able to stay with my regular doctor, which I'm pleased about. I like her very much and it will be nice not to have to go to an obstetrician.

And of course I've also picked up a copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting, since that's apparently the other thing you're supposed to do when you get pregnant. To be honest, I'm not loving it. There is a lot of good information in it, but I don't like the tone much. It feels awfully lecturing and judgmental. I would prefer it if it just laid out the facts and allowed me to make an informed decision, rather than being all, "You can't do this!" and "You have to do that!" And it doesn't really need to tell me on every single page that I shouldn't get too fat. I'll keep it around, but I'm not putting too much faith in it.

Hmm, not much else to report this early in the game.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

So I seem to have started a blog.

So this is a blog, eh? (See, look how Canadian I am!) Why am I starting this blog? Well, I found out yesterday morning that I'm pregnant, and apparently in the 21st century when you find out that you're pregnant, you stop drinking, call the doctor, and start a blog. Not necessarily in that order.

Some background is probably desirable here. I'm an American expat married to a lovely Canadian boy, living in Toronto. We started trying to conceive back in May and could not be happier about this pregnancy. A couple of months ago during a baby name discussion, one of the ground rules we laid out was that this baby would absolutely not be named after any cities or states (Dakota, Madison, etc.). So of course we got silly and said, "Well, what about provinces?" and spent an entertaining few minutes naming our baby Prince Edward Island and British Columbia. And somehow from there we (well, I) decided that it would be funny to use the code name "Saskatchewan" to refer to our unborn child, with the possible side benefit of freaking out our parents. And that, my friends, is how this blog was named.

I've started this mainly so my mom and other long-distance relatives and friends can stay updated, but if I pick up some other readers along the way, that's okay too. Welcome to my baby blog.