My honest review of our new Ingenuity 4-in-1 High Chair from Babies R Us Canada.

My honest review of our new Ingenuity 4-in-1 High Chair from Babies R Us Canada.

It’s true when they say that the FedEx truck is like Christmas morning for adults… especially when you get packages in the mail from Babies R Us Canada. I’ve partnered with them to give you real, honest and authentic reviews over the course of the next few months and I am so excited to share my first review with you! It is on the Connolly Smart Serve 4-1 High Chair and I’m going to share with you my three favourite things about it!:

  • booster seat capability
  • 2 trays that remove for easy cleaning
  • tray swings open in the push of button.

When Michael and I first realized that this high chair is actually for Georgia and William to use at the same time we were pretty excited… There are 4 different ways to use the hair chair and we use the “high chair” seat option AND the “booster” that can be pulled right up to our table. It’s important to note that every piece all the high chair can be stored if you wish to just use the Connolly in the high chair position. We are working towards a simple and minimalistic lifestyle (and life) so extra parts hanging around wouldn’t work for us; all these parts can be stored directly in the high chair itself, which is awesome!

One of our recent parenting challenges has been when it comes to meal time and William wants to get up from the table half way through… I told Michael we needed a booster seat for William and without knowing it, it was already on its way! This high chair is a great asset for parents with young kids like Michael and I… or to get when you have first need a high chair so it can grow as your little one grows!

Georgia is now loving solids and she is quite a messy eater (like most 1 year olds) and she loves to do everything herself. I cringe whenever she takes the food from me because I really dislike cleaning up the mess. I know some parents don’t mind it but I find mealtime to be really stressful. Something that I love about the Connolly is that is has two trays that can be removed very easily to clean. The high chairs that we have had in the past have had only one 1 tray that removes or the tray doesn’t remove at all. So for all my mess fearing mamas out there, this high chair is for you!

My absolute FAVOURITE thing about this high chair is that the tray can swing open with the push of a button. It makes putting the kids in and taking them out of the high chair a breeze. With the push of the button you can easily take the cover off for washing, do the buckles up quickly, and clean the seat in a matter of seconds. It’s that simple!

We have been using the new Ingenuity 4-in-1 High Chair for a few weeks now and I’m so glad we were able to get rid of our old high chairs. The Connolly is aesthetically pleasing and every time I walk into the dining room I don’t feel like my house is overrun with kids stuff! I, honestly, love the high chair and recommend it to anyone in the market for a new high chair!

Click HERE to see more information about this high chair. 

My favourite things: Owlet Smart Sock 2

My favourite things: Owlet Smart Sock 2
When Owlet Care first contacted me about trying out their product I was beyond thrilled. There are so many things parents worry about with a new baby and the Owlet Smart Sock 2 can help alleviate so many of those worries. I knew that one blog post outlining some the features of the Sock wouldn’t be enough because I also wanted to tell you about some of my favourite way we incorporate our Owlet Sock into our day.
A day in the life of Georgia and the Owlet Sock:
The morning is the only time I can leave Georgia sleeping in our room and she is happy to be left alone #mamasgirl. She wakes up to feed around 7:00am and likes to sleep in till about 10:00am. I absolutely wish I could stay in bed with her and sleep until 10, but I have William… a busy toddler that loves to wake up and get going with his day. So we go into the kitchen, I bring the baby monitor to listen for Georgia and we start making breakfast. BUT the thing about a baby monitor is you can only hear when the baby is making noise. What scares me the most is the time when the baby isn’t making noise.
I constantly have my phone on me, like most other parents, so I can easily check my Owlet App to see how her heart rate and oxygen levels are doing. In the mornings when I haven’t heard her make noise for a while, panic rushes over me and I quickly open the app to read the words “readings normal” and I breath a sigh of relief. And we continue with making breakfast and we can enjoy our mom and son time because I know Georgia is sleeping soundly.
As many of you know, my husband works out of town. I have lots of help from my sister but she works sporadic shift work and sometimes I am alone to do the bedtime routine with both of the kids. If Georgia is content and sleeping I don’t like to wake her up (because it’s a miracle) so it is nice to know that William and I can sneak downstairs for his bedtime routine and I can have the app open to her readings and I can check in on her at any time… even while cuddling William in bed.
Night time is the scariest time for me. Georgia has had 3 red notifications go off (which happens when heart rate or oxygen levels fall outside the preset zones). All 3 of these notifications occurred because of a high heart rate level, which is designed to notify you if the heart rate exceeds 220bpm. This alarm is loud enough to wake you up from a dead sleep so I jump up, turn the lights on and immediately check to make sure she is normal colour and breathing. I open the app up to check out her oxygen and heart rate levels. Once I establish that everything is okay I cuddle her and thank God she is safe. 
Because the product is designed by parents, who know the worry of getting false notifications, it’s designed with different color and sounds for notifications. For example, if the sock isn’t getting a proper reading because of sock placement, I get a yellow notification (with a corresponding ‘lullaby-like’ sound) that the Sock isn’t on correctly. You can read more about the features of the Owlet Sock here.
Every time this red notification goes off it scares the crap out of me… Then I ask myself if I want to be notified if something happens and it is a false alarm and it all turns out to be okay in the end? Yes. Yes is my answer BECAUSE I would rather be woken up and everything be okay than NOT be notified when she needs me the absolute most. I am brought to tears at the thought of it. I am grateful to have the Owlet as an extra set of eyes helping watch over Georgia.
I love that Owlet Care genuinely cares about the wellbeing of our children. Absolutely, without a doubt, nothing else matters more than our children’s safety. I know we can all agree on that. So yes, I do recommend the Owlet Sock.
You can buy the Owlet Smart Sock 2 here.
You can view their instagram here.
This post is sponsored by Owlet – but the peace of mind
and opinions shared are all my own. 

Owlet Smart Sock 2

Owlet Smart Sock 2

Caffeine free

Caffeine free

A few weeks before I got pregnant with William my desire for coffee completely stopped… cold turkey. I say (and really believe) my body knew it was going to get pregnant and it started eliminating all the things that weren’t necessary out of my diet. After having William I never craved a cup of coffee… just the smell. That dang smell is like heaven on Earth. It actually gets me excited in the morning when I smell a cup. But for the feeling I would get when I drank it…. not so awesome. I would feel jittery immediately after one single sip, it took me hours and endless microwave attempts later, to finish the cup. But I felt like I needed it because “all the other moms are doing it”.

Fastforward to this pregnancy with my little angel girl. Again, any physical desire for coffee went out the window. The emotional desire was still there though, wanting me to have it because I thought it would make me feel better and be more aware of what is going on.

The truth in all of this is, coffee made me a worse parent. I would get light headed playing with William and not able to focus on what we were doing. I would have heart palpitations and my body would get so jittery and weak I wouldn’t even be able to hold my poor little guy.

So I am now off caffeine. Folks, I am exhausted anyways. Pretty sure that’s part of the definition of motherhood, am I right?

I really do feel better without coffee and caffeinated tea (note: I do still have dark chocolate so I am not entirely off caffeine yet, but I’m getting close. I felt awful when I had a piece of chocolate the other day!)

When I want coffee in the morning I usually drink hot water, lemon, honey and cayenne.  It’s the most enjoyable pick-me-up for me in the AM. (Honey is something I still have in my diet even though I am “vegan” or “plant based” but you could add maple syrup, just stay away from real sugar as it might cause you to be jittery.)

Give it a try!

Add to hot water:
-half a lemon, juiced
-1/2-1 tbsp of honey (or more if you like it sweeter)
-a pinch of cayenne pepper

This will get your morning bathroom routine on point, and you won’t be dehydrated to start your day!

Enjoy friends, and let me know what you think of this delicious drink!

Gender Reveal

Gender Reveal

Before we get to the most exciting news of this whole blog post I wanted to tell you all why we decided to find out the sex of the baby this time. With William, we waited till he was born to find out if he was a girl or a boy.

I thought William was a girl for most of my pregnancy, probably up until the last 2 days then I just had no clue! We were excited to wait to find out, thinking the excitement of not knowing would get us through the pain of childbirth… But there were so many ups and downs in his birth story and I felt extremely unprepared. I really DID expect once they pulled him out of me (via c-section) that my husband was going to say we had a healthy beautiful baby girl. Although healthy and beautiful, I had a baby boy. I felt shocked, blindsided and a bit upset that I didn’t even know if I had a son growing inside of me for that past 9 months.

I think a lot of those feelings were to do with being in labour for over a day and ended in a c-section. FACT: My husband and I actually wanted our first born to be a son, so we are absolutely beyond thrilled that “it” turned out to be a HE. But, that being said, I thought I knew my body. I thought I was in tune with my emotions, feelings and intuition.

Then when I held William for the first time when I was on the operating table I thought I was going to drop him… I was so weak I told (whoever I said it to because its all a blur) that I needed someone to take him. My hearing went and I thought I was going to faint/puke or both. Neither ended up happening but with all the chaos of my sons unexpected “emergency” section, I felt completely lost. So out of touch with who I thought I was, what I was capable of and so far away from our planned home birth.

I thought I was prepared to bring our first born into this world and I was so sadly mistaken. I knew next to nothing about birth b u t I have used William’s birth as a learning tool for all of our births to come! This is why we decided to find out the sex of the baby… we wanted to be prepared. As prepared as one can be for labour and delivery, that is.

I thought our second born was going to be a boy as well. It was just my feeling from the beginning. I would laugh and say that since I think it is a boy…. it must be a girl!

Having another boy would be so incredible. We hit the freaking jackpot with William and I would love to have another boy for him to play with. Truthfully, I thought it would be easier to have another boy. Mainly because the economy is in the crapper (anyone else live in Alberta?!) and buying girl things would just add the the stress of this hard time. I can’t be the only one who has thought this way… right? Just tryna be truthful here, ya’llll.

But I think almost every mama wants a girl, just like nearly every daddy wants a boy! It’s not wrong or bad, it just is. We have a boy to carry on our family name and I eventually wanted a little girl to dress up and put little top knots in her hair (my hubs isn’t keen on me doing that to William but I am growing his hair out anyways!!!)

I want both. Another boy. And a little girl. And probably another boy and another girl after that. I want so many babies!!!!

I have felt pretty good throughout this pregnancy but there have been differences from my pregnancy with William. The 3 most noticable differences are 1. I had a line nigra line all the way up to my ribs around 12 weeks with William, I am 20 weeks and still don’t have one with this pregnancy. 2. My acne stopped in my second trimester with William and it has fiercely continued throughout this whole pregnancy so far. 3. My sex drive is actually existent this pregnancy, hence wanting to have all of Michael’s babies.

So folks. Here it is.

We are going to be welcoming the sweetest little girl into our family of 4 in June. I am balling writing this, if you want to know. We have a sweet, kind and gentle little boy and we have such a special, calm and wanted baby girl on the way to make our life even brighter!! A GIRL, our very own little girl.


Dress: @shoppinkblush
Photos: @glassfawnsphoto

How I knew we were ready to grow our family

I wrote this blog post two weeks before conceiving baby #2. My mind was in such a frenzy about having more babies, or not having more babies. I remember asking people how they knew they were ready to have another baby but I was never settled by their answers. But their answer isn’t my answer. Their choices don’t reflect my heart. You can’t possibly look to someone else to tell you when to go through your next season of life. It just happens when you are ready for it.


I’ve been really struggling with finding the “right” time to have another baby. Is there a right time?

With William, I knew I wanted a baby. It took me about 10 minutes to decide I really wanted to have a baby, and then that night we conceived him. I know it isn’t always THAT easy. If you have read some of my previous posts you know I was told I had endometriosis as a young teenager and would probably never have children or if I did it would be very hard to conceive. God laughed at that. It is like he was whispering to me that the perfect baby would be born in 9 months if we decided to have a baby. I trusted my feelings and I am so happy I did (OBVIOUSLY) and William arrived 9 months later.

This week my cousins kids were over and they played with William non stop. They were attentive, interactive and having so much fun with William. It is hard to be like that all the time as a parent, you know? In fact, I think it is impossible to be “on” all the time. I was so happy to see William having so much fun, but also sad because I know I get distracted so easily. Dishes – diaper changes, probably a poop explosion – bath – lunch – laundry, etc. (Not to mention the amount of time I am consumed with social media, which is a huge downfall of mine.) I feel like these are excuses to not play with William sometimes and they AREN’T. It is just so hard to be 100% focussed on William when there are so many chores that need to get done around the house to keep it a home.

I was watching William play with his cousins while I was cooking and he was laughing, like throw your head back laughing and I’m pretty sure his face hurt from smiling so much. I wished for a second that William wasn’t going to be our eldest child so he could have older siblings to play with. Then I realized he can be that older sibling to our next babies. So how could we not have more right away?!?

Then I think about time being taken away from William. How could I possibly take time away from William? How can I share my time? I feel like I can hardly manage as is. Or is this what most mothers feel like?

Two weeks later my heart opened up and grew an extra size at the thought of having another baby. There is no rhyme or reason to why I changed my mind, I just did. I want to share my love. I want William to experience a bond with his siblings that can’t be matched. I want to grow old with so many grand babies running around. I just knew it was time to grow our family…. and I am so excited we are going to be welcoming this little piece of heaven into our arms in June.

Our 13w 5d scare

 Sick baby+cold season+growing a human+not sleeping enough=sick mom.
“mom”(basically means): getting sick often.

I woke up to a sick little babe this morning, causing me to inevitably get sick as well. It started out as a pretty normal day to be honest. Sleep deprived, upset sick baby, cold tea. The works. But I did have a lot of energy today which was an A+ in my books. I actually washed dishes and dried them and put them away, all while listening to a podcast on VBACs. I seriously felt like super mom actually getting sh*t done today. Sounds like a good day right?

So I went for my second appointment with my midwife. (The same midwife I previously had with William, who I love.) We had a really good talk about VBACs and my fears around the pain I still remember from labour and I am so happy that she was able to give me some good tips for how to work through my anxiety. Honestly I felt like this was the best midwife appointment we ever had. We got straight to the point on many different topics and I was like:


We went to listen to the heart beat at the end of the appointment and that’s where things started to suck. We couldn’t find the heartbeat. I asked if I could try to find it because I have a doppler at home and I can usually find the heartbeat right away. We were both unable to find it after ~10 minutes and then a little rush of panic began to set it.

She booked me in for an emergency ultrasound and I had enough time to drop William off at a friends house and get to my appointment. (TO SIT AND WAIT *with a full bladder*.)

I had such awful thoughts going through my head while I was waiting… such sad and unthinkable things. And it all seems like a blur to me now….

And then finally it was my turn.

I sat down, bursting bladder and all, and watched as we found my littlest baby on the ultrasound screen. There he or she was… still. Then all of a sudden started bouncing off the walls of my uterus (BUT REALLY MY BLADDER) and I just cried. The ultrasound tech zoomed in to his/her heart and I watched it beat. 147 bpm, to be exact. S/he was okay. *Perfect, but I might be biased* and busy as can be. Just imagine how people dance at raves, crazy hand and legs flying everywhere (that’s how they dance, right? anyways.) This kid wouldn’t sit still so no wonder it was hard to find the heart beat.

I laid there, wiping away tears of gratitude, listening to the ultrasound tech point out my baby’s bones, brain, left and right sides of the body. I could see the bones in my littlest loves hands. Everything, perfect. Exactly how it should be.


I am choosing to take this experience as a reminder that nothing is a guarantee. I am going to hug William a little more (even when he squirms away) and I am going to take more time for this new baby and I to bond like William and I did before he was born.

My placenta is laying on top of the uterus (anterior placenta) for baby #2 so that will play a role in it being hard to hear the heartbeat as well. When I was pregnant with William the placenta was on the backside of the uterus (posterior). This baby was head down today, as it was 6 days ago at my last ultrasound. Yep, ultrasound overload. This was my 4th ultrasound so far this pregnancy. And our next is January 16th when we find out the SEX. 

William’s Birth Story

Before you read William’s birth story you need to know my labour was exactly how it was meant to be. Although, it was not my birth plan, not even close… my plan was not God’s plan.

My birth plan: Home birth, water birth. Delayed cord cutting with baby (we didn’t find out the sex) put immediately on to my chest for skin to skin. No drugs or intervention and we were going to save my placenta for encapsulation. That was my beautiful, beautiful birth plan. I know you can’t plan out a natural birth so I made sure to write in “hospital as back up if mom (me) or my midwife feel it is necessary.” And yes, in the end the hospital was necessary.

The night that we found out (May 5th) we were expecting our little babe I put What to Expect When You’re Expecting on the TV so naturally that is what I watched the night I went into labour, right? In this case, heck yes. (Why didn’t I try that earlier?!)

I went to sleep around 11:30pm at my parents house the night I went into labour. Michael was out of town and for the first time I thought it would be a good idea to stay at my folks place… you know, just in case! At 12:45am on January 5th I woke up in pain. The pain was not braxton hicks, I’ll tell you that right now! I never thought my contractions were braxton hicks but that might be because I was experiencing braxton hicks since I was 16 weeks pregnant. After many trips back and forth to the bathroom (yes, I went there) I finally went to wake my mother up at 1:30am.

When we started timing my contractions they were already 2-3 minutes apart lasting between 50 seconds – 1 minute. All I could think was “you’ve gotta be kidding me” but it was no joke! Labour came on fast and it came on strong.

We called my midwife just after 2:00am and my mom was on the phone with her when my water broke. My midwife decided to head over to my parents because I was Strep B Positive and I needed to be on antibiotics. She could hear me during my contractions and she really believed I was close to delivering my baby. She asked if I needed to push and if she should call her backup midwife to get her to come. I said no because I knew I wasn’t ready to push yet…..

I WAS ONLY 2-3 centimetres when she got there. “NO (flippin) WAY.”

We made our way to my house where the planned home birth was going to take place. I called Michael and he woke up and started his 4 hour drive home. My contractions got worse and my mother had to push on my back for every contraction. That was the start of my back labour….

At 8am, and no sleep later, I had to stand for all of my contractions. Each contraction got worse, as they do. My back labour was worse because William wasn’t descending. With every contraction he was pushed harder against my pelvic bone, intensifying the back labour. I needed my mom to push on my back during each contraction, someone to push my hips together and someone to hold my hand during my contractions. I swear to you, all I said is “this is horrible” for every single contraction I had. I tried to cry, I really tried. I couldn’t. It sucked. I wanted to cry. So much sucked. Not all labour sucks. I just kept thinking WHY DID I GET A SUCKY LABOUR?

I took way too long of a shower before (I actually don’t remember showering at all) and used too much hot water so Michael started boiling water on the stove and it took hours. When I was finally able to get into the pool it felt so friggin’ nice. I fell asleep…. well, in between contractions. Generally the pool speeds up contractions but my contractions actually slowed down when I was in the pool. I was so comfy (and obviously William was too!) so they made me get up and do stairs. BOOM the contractions came on fast. I was practically running up the stairs, in between contractions, in hopes to get my baby out of me!

My support team would say “each contraction is getting you closer to meeting your baby”. No. No it wasn’t. Call it ‘maternal instinct’ but I honestly didn’t think this baby was coming out the way it was supposed to. It wasn’t supposed to be how it was… it was not supposed to be that hard.

By 5:00pm I had been in labour for 16 hours and it was time to go to the hospital and get pitocin because my labour needed to progress and I was only 6 cm dilated.

I thought I was screaming when we got into the hospital, like a labour scene in a movie screaming but I guess I was actually pretty quiet. (Any other moms think they acted worse than they did?) HAHA.

My midwife looked at me and told me I needed an epidural. I was the 4th mom she has told that to out of all of her moms in labour… just to paint the picture for you.

The pain was so bad. William was posterior and hitting my pelvic bone. The back labour was excruciating and he wasn’t descending. So I decided to get the epidural…

The epidural kicked in and my contractions picked right up. I was having 6 contractions in 10 minutes. THANK GOD for modern medicine… My body needed to relax to get the show on the road. I was able to do my makeup, laugh, listen to music. I was so thankful that I could enjoy a bit of my labour… dream, pray, wonder if I was about to meet my son or my daughter.

After a few hours of easier labour I was nearly 10cm. I would get to 10 cm then I would go back to 9.5cm… it was a “fun” little game my body was playing on me! Finally I reached 10cm for good and was able to push at 1:20am. By this point I was in labour for over 24 hours. Longest and hardest day of my life! I pushed for 2 hours and he still wasn’t descending. I had both of my midwives pulling my pelvis apart in hopes to get him to move down. Seriously, thank GOD for modern medicine because I wouldn’t have made it through all of this pain. With each push the midwives and Michael could see his head coming closer but as soon as I stopped pushing any progress I had made went away. It was good news that I could push… I knew what I was doing. I felt confident. It came naturally to me and I seriously wish I could have pushed him out. But he just wouldn’t fit.

The OB came in and talked to me about my (our) options. William’s head was too swollen so the vacuum wasn’t an option. The OB checked and said the forceps were not likely to work. He said my pelvis was so small he wasn’t confident William would be able to come out with forceps. He said if we tried the forceps there was a chance he would get stuck, I would have a 4-5 degree tear and I would end up in a c-section. SO. I decided a c-section was the safest option for William and I.

At this point, my epidural was off. They had to turn it off in order for us to decide what option we were going to choose… Once I chose the c-section route they called the anestisiologist to come back in. I tried not pushing till the epidural kicked in again… but when a contraction comes there is no way in the world you can NOT PUSH.

William’s heart rate kept dropping and we had to prepare for an emergency c-section.

I felt so messed up from all of the drugs. They said I would feel a lot of pressure and I did. It didn’t hurt but it felt so weird… At 4:25am Michael stood up and yelled “It’s a BOY”. I heard my new baby cry that is like music to your ears. My son was born! But I felt like I could hardly comprehend it… I was about to throw up, my hearing was going and then they handed me William for skin to skin contact and I could hardly hold him because I was so weak.

William 20.8 inches long and weighed 7lbs 13 oz when he was born, 1 day before his due date.


A while later (because really, I have zero clue how long they took to close me up) we left the OR. Michael and I spent the next hour in recovery, cuddling the crap out of our new born son. We were parents. He was ours. He will always be our little baby.

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I didn’t want a c-section. I didn’t want an epidural. But without a doubt I wanted a healthy baby. This wasn’t my birth story, it was his birth story. It was how it was supposed to be. I don’t regret getting a c-section or an epidural now… I absolutely without a doubt hit my max.

This will mould him to be the man he is supposed to be. As the song in William’s birth video says “it’s the ups and downs that turn you into the man you were born to be.”

This is just the beginning. His beginning.

You can watch William’s Birth Story
by Kristina Nichol @ Sonetto Box Photography here:

by: Kristina Nichol

I wait another day 
Just to hold you in my arms 
It’s never easy waiting for the things we love 

I — 
I—wait for you 

Now that you’re here 
We’ve latched on and wont let go 
There’s a light that burns inside you 
That we want the world to know 

I am a Mother to a dream maker 
I am a Father to a dream maker 

You have a good strong heart 
Just like your Mama 
And may you grow up to be a Gentleman 
Like your Papa 

Cause it’s the ups and downs that turn you into 
The man you were born to be 

You had us 
You had us 
You had us from the first breath

Our first 9 months together


I have always dreamed of being a mother. When I was in school my teachers would ask me what I want to be when I grow up and I would say “a mom“. People have different definitions of what success means to them and mine has always been to be a great mom. I spent years being worried I might not get to experience a pregnancy of my own because at the age of 15 I was diagnosed with endometriosis. Along with the endometriosis I suffered from ovarian cysts that were very painful and if you have had them, you definitely understand! However, I had faith that one day I would be pregnant because I knew and still know God made me to carry my own babies! The only way to overcome having endometriosis is in fact getting pregnant… seems tricky, hey?

One night I had an overwhelming feeling of wanting to have a baby with Michael. I was crying and I felt so strongly that it was our time to bring a baby into this world to love on. The next morning when I woke up I told Michael I thought I was pregnant. He didn’t seem to think it could happen that quickly b u t it does, it did, and I knew it. My body changed so quickly that the signs of pregnancy were unmistakable. I started feeling dehydrated right away, chapped lips and hands that couldn’t be smoothed with moisturizer. My boobs hurt almost immediately, faint nausea set in and I just felt pregnant. My nails grew stronger. I didn’t want to drink coffee. I was in a lot of cramping pain and it was n o t period cramps.

May 5th 2015, Cinco de Mayo, was the day I found out Michael and I were expecting a baby. I hadn’t missed my period yet and I figured I would wait till my period was late to confirm because pregnancy tests are expensive! I was already taking folic acid so I wasn’t too worried about waiting a few more days to find out for sure, but my sister spilled the beans that I thought I was pregnant so she and my mom came over with a pregnancy test. Somehow Michael was oblivious to all of this and didn’t know I was taking a pregnancy test… *whoops, sorry hunny* but I went upstairs to take the test anyways. Since it was the evening and I figured it would be negative because I have heard you are supposed to take your pregnancy test in the morning when you’re newly pregnant because your HCG levels will be higher… After the 2 minutes I turned the test around and read “Pregnant 1-2 weeks” – and I g a s p e d! I knew I was pregnant but I was still surprised when I read it.

Within  two hours of finding out I was pregnant I started applying for a midwife. In Calgary midwives are in such high demand I thought I was about 1-2 weeks too late to send off the applications! Michael and I watched What to Expect When You’re Expecting while I sent off applications to every midwifery service in Calgary, praying we weren’t too late.

While we were waiting to hear whether or not we were going to have a midwife I booked an appointment with my naturopathic doctor to follow the pregnancy (if any of you live in Calgary I highly recommend Dr. Marnie Wachtler as a naturopathic doctor). I was having major cramping pain and I was sent for a ultrasound to rule out ectopic pregnancy because of the severity of the pain. Yes, thankfully it did come back negative because we now have a beautiful baby.

After 5 weeks of waiting I got the confirmation call that we had a midwife! We felt so blessed to be under midwifery care because we wanted a natural pregnancy and labour. We had a solo midwife which meant every appointment we had we saw the same midwife. At our first appointment I started crying right away because I so desperately wanted to hear our baby’s heartbeat for the first time…. and it came in loud and clear. S/he had a very healthy heart rate of 160 bpm which caused me to believe even more than s/he was a girl!

We decided not to find out the sex of our baby because 1. ultrasounds can be wrong and 2. because we were happy with a boy or a girl. My mom came to my 20 week ultrasound appointment with me and I was very clear to the ultrasound technician that we didn’t want to know the sex so we closed our eyes, and covered with our hands just in case we had the urge to peak! I missed hearing this comment from her but I guess she said “Good thing you weren’t looking because you would have known what the sex was.” Ha! And yes, we had a beautiful baby boy.

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I was so blessed with a perfect pregnancy. Perfect for me, that is. I didn’t throw up once but I sure was nauseous. For anyone who hasn’t have a baby, imagine being hung over all of the time BUT you don’t even get to drink! I had strong braxton hicks start at 16 weeks and they continued until I was in labour. I started feeling my baby kick early for a first time mom and at 17 weeks and 5 days our baby started really kicking hard. The best part of that first strong kick was my husband Michael was actually able to feel it. Baby D (D for Dozer, a nickname my husband came up with, haha!) was head down from 24 weeks onwards, sunny side up (but you’ll hear more about that when I post Williams birth story). My colostrum came in at 26 weeks. When I would go to my midwife appointments she would say that everything is looking great and refer to my pregnancy as a boring ol’ pregnancy because everything was going exactly as it should!

Between 36-37 weeks I started to get very uncomfortable in my low back… but only on my left side. Being in pain was the strangest feeling because I seriously loved every minute of being pregnant up until that point. I started going for more regular massages, craniosacral therapy, acupuncture, yoga, chiropractor – you name it, I tried it. The pain was dulled a little by the work but the pain wouldn’t subside so I started the eviction process at 37 weeks!

I started acupuncture to induce labour, taking homeopathic medicine, eating pineapple and spicy food, drinking castor oil, sex, walking, squatting, taking evening primrose oil… seriously. If I missed writing something down, you bet I still tried it. It really is true when people say the baby will come when the baby is ready. BUT PEOPLE, you don’t say that to a pregnant lady with raging hormones! We still want to feel in control of ourselves and of our bodies. With us crying spontaneously and having a human in us we so desperately want out so we can meet, there is no telling how we are going to react. I was reminded it’s God’s timing while I waited the 39 weeks and 6 days for my baby to bless us with his arrival. God knows exactly how long our baby needs to develop to be perfect for US.

Everybody is different, every body is different, every baby is so different…. every pregnancy, every mom, every experience. My experience doesn’t have to be yours. I do wish for you to have a perfect pregnancy, perfect for you, just as God intends it to be.