I'll Force it if I Have To!

First of all, I should have taken pictures...

I love summertime. It's a well known fact that I am a child of the sunshine. I don't enjoy most winter sports. They're expensive, and I don't like to be cold. And warm winter-wear is expensive, and I don't like to be cold. I will go winter camping and have a good time, but it's been YEARS! And to be honest, unless my dad sets a plan and gets me ready, I'll probably never go again. (just not much of a planner, but I'm sure you knew that!)

My summers are full of events like going down to the river for a day by my aunt's house out the west end of the city. There we can bask in the sun, play in the water, do all sorts of happy summer activities. I also love to just sit and read in the sunshine whilst working on my tan and checking out the Stampede grounds. I'll even go a couple times if time and money allows.

The sad thing, is summer this last year just really wasn't that great. Had a some warm days, few hot days and they didn't always fall on the weekend.

To come back to present day, this weekend the sun came out to play, and the air was even co-opererating, wasn't tooo cold. The windows in my house face south and from 3-5pm, I get lovely warm sunshine on my living room floor. My husband has come home from work last week with me just lying there in the sun like a cat, soaking it all in, getting the warmth I so desperatly crave.

On Saturday, I took one step further: I made a delicious Orange Julius, sat in my indoor sunshine sipping from a straw while reading my summer recipes magazine and listening to my Summertime playlist on my ipod. Oh, that was a glorious 30 minutes!! Then I BBQ'd some burgers. MmmMm!

So: I believe that if I try hard enough and have enough patience, that summertime will come around eventually. And it will, cuz the calendar says so.

Food Blues

So I've developed a love/hate relationship with food. Once upon a time, about 3 months ago, I LOVED food. I would always be eating, and people would hate me because of my metabolism.

Chocolate, peanut M&Ms, toasted bagels, Bacon&Eggers, carrots, soup, sandwiches, steak - anything, I would eat any time of the day.

Well, there's nothing like being forced to eat to make you hate eating. This once-had passion of mine has turned to pure torture. If I don't eat, I'm held hostage by gag reflexes and angry stomach pains. There are times I'm even assaulted in the middle of the night to play slave to my needy stomach. It used to be my appetite and taste buds in charge, now it's these two little ones growing in the depths of my belly that are taking all my food away from me and still demanding more.

Not only are they scanvenging every last bit, but they dare be PICKY about it too!! My olfactories have gone off the charts in sensitivity. I had to toss just about everything in my fridge because I was certain something was going bad (Miles nor his mother could back me up on that. I think they thought I was crazy). I can smell the BO of someone just walking by, and don't get me started on the smell of bacon first thing in the morning and the effect that has on my stomach!

So here I am, forced to bring 10lb lunches to work, usually consisting of:
- last night's leftovers
- oranges
- carrots
- oatmeal bread
- croissant
- mini bagels and cream cheese
- granola bars
- pepperoni sticks
- anything else I can find

But really, I'm starting to get board and I need some variety - but my brain isn't working for me!

Will I ever love food again, or will it forever be a chore?

Truth Be Told

Truth be told: I love my husband.
Truth be told: I like my house - can't wait til everything is done and I can love it.
Truth be told: The house is really too big for just the two of us.
Truth be told: I'm a fortune teller!

So remember back in my December post, when it was my 6th anniversary and I poured my heart out all over the internet?

When my husband read it, the part that touched him the most was: One day, when we are blessed with our own children, I know you'll be a great father and give them an equal balance of love and disipline.

Truth be told, it wasn't too long after that that we found out we were expecting. Yes, that's right: Miles will finally have the blessing of becoming a father and teaching his children about life and respect and how to be responsible. Most importantly, he'll be able to share his testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ with them.

Some of you are aware that the road to parenthood has been a long and painful one for us. Not as long and painful as others, I know, but every road is long when you can't see the end. After having waited almost a year to conceive, we suffered a loss through a miscarriage and not being able to conceive again, we started fertility treatments 2 years later. We went through all the invasive and embarassing tests one has to subject themselves to in order to find out whether or not they are 'compatible' and 'a viable host'.

Fortunatly for us, we had a very compassionate fertility doctor who made sure to explain everything to us. Turns out Miles' swimmers are Olympic grade, and I had no issues holding them. So...what's the problem then? Sometimes, as faith has taught me, it's just all about timing. Not yours, but Heavenly Father's, and if you have patience and put your trust in Him, He will bless you.

Well, bless us He has! Not only are we now expecting a baby to join our little family, God has seen fit to make up for the first loss by providing us with two this time around. WHAT??

Truth be told: yes, we are having TWINS.

So stay tuned for the journey and adventures that lie ahead, for there are sure to be many!