I’m not usually into nature photography—I like taking pictures of people best—but twice a year, I’m happy to grab my prime micro lens and say “hi” to mother nature: in the spring for the Ottawa Tulips Festival and in the fall to take pictures of the stunning fall foliage colours.
Monthly Archives: October, 2012
When I first learned I was pregnant, some people asked me if I was going to move back to France for a few months.Their question surprised me because I hadn’t even considered the option.
Fall is still lovely here and I’m enjoying the cold, crisp air after all the humidity this summer. But the true perk of the season is the stunning fall foliage. On a beautiful fall day, we headed to the Ottawa River—cooler temperatures by the water usually bring the best fall features, including interesting clouds and vibrant tree colours.
As I quickly learned, while some couple are taking a chance to call a truce with the world, other are trolling. And it’s neither pretty or funny. I already mentioned my “hell is other people” theory, and that when you are pregnant, you suddenly seem to be everybody’s business. This doesn’t stop at unwanted advice. Some people have an agenda, including one on a hot-button issue: breastfeeding.
We only stayed a day and a half at the hospital. Since I had given birth at 11 a.m. on the Friday, we had to stay until 11 a.m., Saturday. The night at the hospital was tiring. With all the babies in the room, it was like a domino effect: one would start crying, waking up the other ones. On Saturday, I just wanted to go home. I was dying for a good shower and I was sick of the hospital food.
“Yep, you are four-centimeter dilated and your waters are bursting,” she announced. “You are having that baby today! I’ll get you a room.” I was the first one shocked. Seriously, already four centimeters? And seriously having the baby today?
So, baby Mark is here. But guess what: getting the baby out is harder than getting it in. Many women love to share terrible labour ad birth stories. I’m sorry, mine will be PG-rated: it was an amazing experience and it wasn’t that bad. Lucky me?
Mark was born in Ottawa on October 12, 2012 at 11:04 a.m. Labour was unexpected, fast and easy (no, really!). I’ll promise, I’ll share my non-scary non-gory labour and birth story later on.
I found pregnancy-related websites were incredibly depressing: most simply enumerated a long list of potential discomforts and issues that would only get worse and worse. I decided to stay away from them. Instead, I simply listened to my body and noted the slow change, as spring turned into summer and summer into fall.
So far, I’ve had four ultrasounds, a bunch of blood tests, the Integrated Test, two appointments with a GP at the University of Ottawa Health Services and countless appointments (seven, eight…?) with an ob-gyn at the hospital. And so far, I have paid exactly zero dollars. Nada, niente, nothing.
This Thanksgiving weekend, we headed to Vincent Massey Park to take some fall colours pictures. The sun didn’t show up but the moody grey sky actually heightened the beginning of the transition to fall, and the pictures came out okay.
Pregnancy hormones really mess up with your head. I have been on an emotional rollercoaster for the past few months: I alternated between feeling helpless and happy, confident and anxious. Apparently it’s normal. I hope so, anyway. But there are times when I’m pretty sure I was rightfully annoyed. Like I explained, I’ve had issue with the “pregnancy police” and I still can’t believe how inappropriate complete strangers can be.
Nine months is a long time. I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever, and I’m still not one of these “glowing pregnant women”. Don’t get me wrong—it is a fascinating experience. But it needs to end at one point! As scary as the perspective of labour and birth is, I must admit I’m now looking forward to the “Grand Finale” for these 20 reasons.
Like any kid growing up in the 1990s, I was addicted to my Walkman and tapes, the bulky set stretching my jacket pockets and keeping me entertained on my way to and back from school (and during math classes). This week, I was lucky to receive the trendy Beats Tour By Dre Dre In-Ear Headphones for free, courtesy of Ladbrokes.
Random strangers who ask if it’s a boy or a girl either think I know and don’t want to say, or that I don’t give a shit about the baby. “But it’s so much better when you know you are learning to love a little boy or a little girl,” claimed a random woman. Gee, I can see beyond the gender binary, you know. I’m carrying a human being, it doesn’t matter whether he has a penis or she has a vagina.