O is for Owl and Oh My, October's nearly Over!

O is for Owl Print available in my shop.

Time flies when you're having fun and napping entirely too much.  That's what I spent most of September and October doing.  With a little work fit in here and there.  

I'll blame it on the little one in my ever growing belly :)

We are expecting a new addition to our family next spring and this time around has had me wiped out for the past few months.  As I head into the second trimester,  I'm already feeling like my energy is returning (knock on wood), as I would normally be napping instead of blogging during Whitney's nap.  Of course, it seems like Miss Whitney is not into taking her nap today.  Murphy's Law, right?

A long post wasn't meant to be today.  Until next time!

The Winner and Some Big News Revealed!

Happy Canada Day!

In honour of the holiday, the video for the draw is set to the awesome sounds of Arcade Fire (and if you listen closely you can hear my silly voice in the background at the very end, barely). Thanks to my dear hubby for editing this for me and also for picking the winner. She is a well deserving winner, being one of my very best and favourite customers!

Thank you to all who entered my giveaway! I wish I could give you all something, but at least there will be another one to look forward to later this month.

And the time has finally come for me to share some big news in blogland. If you recall this post, I mentioned that I was starting a new creative "project" but couldn't yet reveal all the details. Well, I'm happy to finally spill the beans... I'm 13 weeks pregnant!


It took a lot of self-control and patience to not share the news with more than a handful of people since I found out back in April. I've gradually been telling more people as the weeks progressed, but we had a few scary moments, so I know why some people choose not to say anything until after the first trimester. It certainly has been a bit of a roller coaster, emotionally and physically these past several months.

When I first found out, I started bawling, I was so happy. We had been trying for a baby since last Fall and weren't sure if it was going to happen for us. I know 6-7 months is nothing compared to a year or two years with nothing happening, but I'm no Spring chicken and especially after years of trying not to get pregnant, I wondered if I still even could.

For the majority of the first trimester, I couldn't believe how tired I'd get, after being up for only a few hours. And that was even after a decent night's sleep. And after not doing anything really, but eating and being on the computer. I had to keep reminding myself that I wasn't being totally unproductive during the day - since my body was working to create a little baby - but it did make me feel rather lazy and useless. I was lucky to escape morning sickness for the first 8-1/2 weeks or so, but week 9 came and almost every day for 2 weeks, at some point, it would hit me. It's no fun being nauseous, especially when nothing comes up either. Sorry, was that an overshare?

This past Mother's Day was pretty sweet though, since my mom was visiting and we were able to celebrate the momentous news together. It will be the first grandchild for both Matt's and my parents, so needless to say, they were all pretty pleased when we told them. Or rather, they all probably thought that it was about time :)

I have to say, 9 months of waiting to meet our little one seems like ages, and we're only a third of the way there. But I suppose it gives us time to prepare ourselves to be parents. I think when I was younger (like 10 or 11 years old), I probably imagined myself as a mom. But once the teenage years hit, I'm pretty sure I changed my mind. And something a guy I knew in University said to me has stuck with me for years ... that he couldn't ever imagine me being a mom. Well, I was 18 at the time, so yeah, I definitely wouldn't have wanted to be a mom at that age. I still don't feel like I'm ready, but who ever is, really? If I've learned anything over the years about parenting, it's that you take one day at a time and you do the best that you know how. My parents are just people like anybody else and they did the best they could with raising us. I think I turned out alright :) The same goes for Matt's parents and Matt.



In a way, I view looking after our cats as sort of practice for a human baby. Of course, there are quite a few more responsibilities involved with a little person, but I cherish our cats and treat them like our babies right now. And Dex certainly acts like one, with his (at times) constant meowing. I'm hoping our little one does not cry too much, but then maybe he/she will so much that it will make Dex stop. At any rate, I definitely hope we can all live together under one roof harmoniously. I don't ever want to have to give up our cats because of the baby. My mom, being the cat lover that she isn't, asked me if we were going to keep the cats? Hell's yeah! No matter how much Dex drives me up the wall sometimes, life without either of the cats would not be the same.

Well, there's more I could write about the subject, but I'll leave it at that for now. Time to enjoy the rest of the day! Cheers!