catching up!

Lately, life hasn't felt very blog worthy.  After 2 1/2 weeks of traveling foreign countries, day to day life seems far less thrilling.  But alas, today is a snowy cold day (yes, it's nearly May) and I have little motivation to do anything that is actually productive.  I'm back in the swing of things at work.  I recently returned from the most uneventful St. John's pairing that I've experienced in quite some time. With pregnancy, gone is my adventurous "who needs sleep?!" mentality. I need sleep. I need lots of sleep. It was a tough night as I fought to stay awake until the wee hours of the morning.  Unlike previous pairings in which I try to sleep all day to be awake for the night flight, this time I was stuck in the waiting room of a doctor's office. My appointments are usually short, 15 minutes at the most, so I figured that I'd be in and out in no time.  Timing wasn't on my side, as my doctor left to deliver not one, but two babies as I waited sleepily for my appointment. I knew that I was wasting precious sleep time, but I'd had the appointment booked for weeks and there was no better day to reschedule.  I eventually made it home, crawled into bed, and only a short time later woke up to fly across the country. I survived by drinking excessive amounts of water. Take my word for it, you can't sleep when you constantly have to pee. 

In St John's I met up with my friend and training classmate, Dan. He is Calgary based crew, but we were both there the same days. We went for coffee and aimlessly wandered Water Street until it was time to meet up with our crews for dinner.  I ate more than most people at the table, and then proceeded back to the hotel as the others headed to the infamous Shamrock for a beer or 2.  In previous occasions I'd be guilted into staying, but pregnancy has its perks. 

The next day we had the entire day to do whatever we pleased... an exciting prospect that was wasted by my laziness. Dan and I went for breakfast followed by a walk to nowhere in particular. Dinner that evening was Subway, and I called it an early night. Former me would have been disappointed in my lack of exploring a place that I love. Pregnant me couldn't care less.  

We flew home to Edmonton and I settled in for the weekend with my husband and puppy.  It was the most consecutive days that Ryan and I have both been home in a long, long time.  We used it as an opportunity to finally get some spring cleaning accomplished, much to my dismay.  Of course, after a beautiful weekend we woke up to snow this morning.  I washed the floors yesterday, just in time for Niko's tiny paw prints to dirty them again today. 

That's pretty much life lately. Work, sleep, eat, and be lazy. Baby Shippelt is growing away and I'm finally getting to that point of looking like I'm actually pregnant. Our due date is now August 29, and as much as I'm dreading being heavily pregnant all summer long, I'm excited for summer birthdays. Now that I'm past the point of constant nausea and not quite at the point of constant discomfort, I'm enjoying growing this little human, who spends the days wiggling around. It's a bit crazy that it's nearly May and that everything is happening so fast. We are excited, overwhelmed and terrified all at the same time.

 I wouldn't change a thing!