I knew today would be a bad day. I wonder if that is a self-fulfilling prophecy? I mean, if you think a day is going to be bad, does that mean that karmically you are making your day bad? I’ve been reading this interesting book called “How Yoga Works” and it talks about sowing seeds, […]
Archives for September 2009
Labour Stories – Part Three, Jake’s Birthday
September 15, 2009 by 4 Comments
As I vaguely remember from my days as one gainfully employed, getting called into work is no fun, in fact, it is enough to ruin your day. At the very least, it doesn’t bring out the best in you. That sums up the scenario with my delivery nurse, Cheryl. You see, when I was in […]
Labour Stories – Part Two, The Hospital
September 12, 2009 by 1 Comment
I fully support women who choose to give birth in places other than a hospital – their own homes, a birthing centre, or, in the case of an amazing You Tube video I saw, the Mediterranean Sea. A Russian woman traveled to Israel to give birth in the Mediterranean and it was astonishingly beautiful, the […]
September 10, 2009 by 5 Comments
I have an article up at Yummy Mummy – check it out! And yes, I’m wearing a cowboy hat.
Today’s Date is 9/9/9!
September 9, 2009 by Leave a Comment
I’m having one of those “It’s already Wednesday?” type of Wednesdays. Because, in addition to mooning about Jake’s birth, there is his actual birthday to prepare for, which is in six days, but also not one but TWO birthday parties this weekend, one of which involves eight children aged five and under and a clown, […]
Labour Day and Labour Stories – Part One
September 7, 2009 by 3 Comments
Jake’s fourth birthday is less than two weeks away, which has had me reminiscing about, appropriately enough, his birth. I LOVE birth stories, labour stories, pregnancy stories. I love hearing about them. If you want to share, I promise to be a rapt audience. I love the ordinary run-of-the-mill birth stories, the grisly birth stories, […]
The fat guy in the red suit
September 3, 2009 by 1 Comment
Mark and I were reading on the couch, and talking about superheroes and villains. “Of course, this is just a story,” I said, “Sandman is not real.” “Just like Santa Claus,” Mark replied. Startled, I looked down at him and he smiled his angelic, gap-toothed smile. I went back to reading about Spiderman and Sandman. […]
