According to my weekly email from babycenter.ca, my baby is now about the size of a lentil. For comparison purposes, here is a lentil:
I don't know if they mean a dried lentil (which that is) or a canned lentil (which I don't have in the house, and I wouldn't open up a can of lentils just to take a picture of one of them in any case). I suspect they mean a canned lentil, or possibly even a fresh lentil, because supposedly my uterus has doubled in size by now, and looking at that tiny little thing I'm finding that hard to believe.
Hi, little lentil!
Also, a couple of weekends ago we bought our first baby toy. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Forgetful the Elephant!
We rescued him from IKEA, where he was surrounded by sharks and polar bears. I believe he's about twice the size that the actual baby will be, but he's extremely soft and huggable which is the main thing. Mr. Canuck has already informed me that if Saskatchewan turns out to be a boy, we are going straight back to IKEA and buying him a stuffed shark. Okay, said I, but if it's a girl we're getting her a polar bear. Deal? Deal.
(Also, if you've ever wondered how obnoxious it is to make Blogger put photos WHERE YOU WANT THEM, the answer is REALLY OBNOXIOUS. Seriously, Blogger designers, I PUT THE CURSOR THERE FOR A REASON.)
Other big news? We've found a house to rent! It's in a suburb just north of Toronto and is just about as fabulous as it can be. Three bedrooms, two floors, really nice tenants in the basement, nice big yard, lovely landlady, and the rent is several hundred dollars cheaper than what we're paying now. More space + less money = HAPPY CANUCKS. We get to move in at the end of January, and I am already frightening The Man of the House with my grandiose plans for painting and decorating, especially in the nursery. I don't think my plans are all that unreasonable; basically, I would like to arrange the furniture in an artful and ergonomic fashion, rather than hauling it through the front door and dumping it wherever it's convenient. I don't think that's too much to ask.
I would post pictures of the new place, but as I said above, Blogger has exasperated me enough for one day. So off I go to catch up on old emails and try to convince my long-distance friends that it's not because I don't love them that I haven't written in two months, it's just that I'm a bad person. Wish me luck with that.