Finding the Up-Side…

So there have been lots of moments over the past couple of years when I’ve been panicked about infertility. I’ve been angry, excited, fearful, hopeful, anxious, despondent… you name it! That’s a big part of why we decided that we needed ‘a break’ after ending our TTC journey early this September, after our final failed medicated IUI. I just needed a break from the endless disappointment and axiety. He just needed a break from me being crazy. We both just needed a chance to catch our breath from the past couple of years.

I’ve still been seeing my counsellor, just because I think it’s a good idea for someone like me who’s walking through a lot of stuff… and just in general a good idea in general! One of the things I asked my counsellor last time I was there was if there were any areas in how I was working through all of this that she thought were things I needed to be working through more before starting the adoption process. I was surprised, but encouraged when she said to me that she feels like I’ve dealt with it in a very healthy way, with a lot of grace, and that she feels quite confident that there are no ‘red flags’ there.

Can’t tell you how much that encouraged me!! I keep thinking that I must be over-reacting or that I’m a little nuts – it’s nice to hear that this is normal and that I’m OK, even if it doesn’t feel like it some days!

Anyhow, that led me to thinking about what some of the up-sides are of adopting, through foster care, after infertility. Now keep in mind that some of these are a tongue-in-cheek, but that’s part of the dark humour that comes from walking this road!

  • Not having morning sickness! My SIL, Dawn, is about 8 weeks pregnant now… and she feels like garbage. She’s got morning sickness ALL DAY long. I hate nausea, so this is something I’m pretty excited about not experiencing. πŸ˜‰
  • Our kids will likely already be potty-trained… nice! I mean seriously – who likes diapers? (Well honestly, I was really excited about getting those cool cloth diapers and being all hard-core earth mom and all, but that’s something I’m OK with not having to do!)
  • Our kids will be able to use words to tell us what’s wrong! True – lots of kids who come from hard places often face challenges in understanding what’s upsetting them, and knowing how to express that, but hey – we get to actually ask them, and they can tell us. Bonus!
  • We get to do fun stuff right away! When Rob and I think about the idea of kids, the things that are most exciting to us aren’t googling at babies – they’re about DOING stuff, like camping, playing, picnics, and ball games… you know – fun stuff.
  • No stretch marks… well, no new stretch marks! Pregnancy does a number on a woman’s body, but me – I’ll never have to deal with that. Go team, right?
  • Our kids may not be doomed to have complete pancake butts! Rob and I both have super flat white-people bums, and we used to joke that our poor future kids wouldn’t stand a chance… so now, who knows! We could end up with kids from any racial/cultural background, and they could have actual proper padding on their behinds.

OK, maybe that last one was stretching it, but I’m still new at this. I’m hoping that hoping will be a good thing – that looking forward to the future with optimism and hopeful anticipation will be a lot more enjoyable than the misery and constant disappointment that TTC/IF turned out to be, so hey – one step at a time, eh?

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Mixed Emotions

So… just found out that my brother (Will) and sister-in-law (Dawn) are pregnant again. They’re 6 1/2 weeks along and due in June 2012. I find myself feeling this weird combination of emotions.

Firstly, I’m super happy for them. I wish them nothing but the very best in life and in their family, and I’m really excited about a new little neice or nephew to join the clan. I’m not bitter at them at all.

Secondly, however, I’m insanely jealous, sad, and generally having a big ol’ pity party. It’s not so much about what they have and are getting, but rather what we don’t have, what we have gone through, and what it will take for us to have two children. Namely a lot of hard work (interviews, education programs, references, waiting, etc.) and uncertainty (when? what? how? who? if?), and then even after all that, there will likely be lots more challenges in raising children who’ve gone through such difficult passages. I’m jealous that it seems so easy for everyone else, and that more than two years after we began this journey in earnest, we’re nowhere near our goal. In fact I feel like I’ve gone from being on one speeding train to jumping onto a different speeding train… so much hard work, heartache, and frustration – with nothing to show for it. Grrr…

But finally, I’m a little relieved. Four months ago this would have killed me. I would have been bawling all weekend and in a huge slump for days – bent over with grief. In some ways it’s encouraging to know that althugh I feel a little sorry for myself, it’s not hit me as hard as it would have back then.

Hopefully that’s progress and healing, and hopefully that means that one day these wounds will heal enough to not be so painful. These scars of infertility will always be a part of me, us, and our life but hopefully they will fade a little with time and one day when I get one of these calls, there won’t be mixed feelings – there’ll just be happiness for the joy in the loves of those I love.

Getting the Low-Down #1: Mr. N & Mrs. N

Wow… I am so excited to share this!

I know very few parents IRL ( in real life) who have actually adopted children through the public domestic process in their home province/state. Yesterday I got the amazing opportunity to speak with one of the few whom I know, Mr. N, of “Mr. N & Mrs. N.” This is a great couple who work for the same charity I do, but who live in Ontario, whereas Rob & I are in British Columbia. I was out in Toronto for a conference this week, and got the chance to have a brief conversation with Mr. N. Man, do I wish we’d had more time (only 45 mins due to schedules), and that his wife, Mrs. N, had been able to be there, but hey – I’ll take what I can get.

M. & Mrs. N shared on Facebook back earlier this year about their plans to adopt, and their reasons why. I hope to share some of that with you in the future, but the summary of it is that they have a huge heart to provide homes for the children in need in their community. Their story was a bit unique in that they had seen a profile of a young boy (their son) at one of the education course sessions they were at. He had been labelled as “hard to place” and they felt an immediate desire to express an interest in him. The process of getting approval happened very quickly for them and he was placed with them shortly afterwards… that was just this spring (2011.)

Since I didn’t have a lot of time, I asked Mr. N a few specific questions about their process with adoption:

1) How did you decide which medical, behavioural, etc., categories you would be open to with your original application? Mr. N explained that they tried to say which specific factors they were 100% not open to at this time, and then to be open to assessing the specific child and the specific situation for the others. For example, their son had been diagnosed with FAS at the time he entered foster care (at 10 mo’s)… but by the time they met him (at 3 1/2), his development was meeting and exceeding expectations for a child of the same age. He gives a lot of credit for their son’s development to the fact that he was in an amazing home with foster parents who themselves had adopted children through the system, and who were continuing to foster other children. In short, if there are certain things where we feel like it’s “no – for sure and without exception” then note those, but for other things where maybe we’d be open to varying degrees, risk levels, and/or just getting to know the specific situation and child, then leave them open.

2) How has transition been going? Mr. N mentioned (after I shared with him a number of the stages I’d read about in the transition process; i.e. the honeymoon phase, rejecting one parent, etc.) that all of those things are totally true and they’ve experienced them. He also shared that one benefit of starting this process without having parented before is that you don’t know any better… basically that while there are challenges in the process, many biological parents have challenges with becoming parents and with the different steps and stages they experience; sleepless nights, colic, medical problems, etc., and that adoptive parents just have a different set of challenges to face, which arent’ necessarily better or worse. I found this really encouraging!

3) What advice would you give to Rob and I as we start out on this journey? Firstly, he encouraged me that honouring the grieving process of infertility is a wise choice. He said that learning to grieve in a healthy way is actually a valuable skill to have and will help in the future as we encourage our children to grieve their own losses as well. Secondly, he encouraged us to really ‘know’ and ‘own’ our motivations and reasons for wanting to go this route for adoption, because there will be challenges, struggles, and disappointments along the way – so it’s really important to remember why we’re doing this! Finally, he encouraged us to be looking to God for what He has for us in this process, and to honour that. All awesome stuff.

So while we only had a short time to chat, I’ve got to say that I’m so grateful for the opportunity. I told Mr. N that there’s just something about being able to talk about this with others, and/or read other people’s stories that normalizes the experience for me… and that the more information I have, and the more normalized this all feels, the less overwhelming it is. YAY! πŸ™‚

Getting A Life – Part 1

So since I’m busy thinking through how I should go about getting a life while walking through the upcoming journey of adoption, I thought I’d share with you a short list of some of the ways I’m planning to make the most of this season.

Education

1) TESOL: I have only one or two classes to finish to complete my TESOL certification. Teaching English has nothing to do with my career, but I’ve always enjoyed Lingustics and when I did a volunteer practicum with an ELSA class a few years ago I was really touched by the people. They were all so gracious and genuine. I can’t imagine how overwhelming it must be to move your family to a completely new country for hope of a better life. It would be neat to get back into doing that.

2) CHRP (Canadian Human Resources Professional) certification: This one’s a ‘maybe’ for me. Despite the fact that this is my current work (an an HR Director for a national charity), I waffle on whether or not to focus much more in the field of HR. Part of it is the fact that once we do (positive thinking – positive thinking) have kids, and I look for part-time work (hopefully 20-30 hours/week), there’s NOTHING in my field anywhere close to home. Seriously. Nothing. So that being said, I’m a little nervous about painting myself into a career corner, so to speak.

3) General Interest Continuing Ed: Maybe pottery, or photography courses… or a language class or two. Just some fun stuff to learn new skills and develop new hobbies. πŸ™‚

Community Involvement

1) Emergency Social Services (ESS): I’ve recently started volunteering as an ESS volunteer in my community, and am really excited to continue with training and practical experience of helping people in my community, during their time of need. There’s some great free training available through the province, so I’m excited to get more involved in that as well!

2) Our Local Church: We’ve been on a bit of a hiatus from much involvement, over the past year, as both Rob and I have felt overwhelmed with pretty much everything in life. We’re joining a community group again, and I’m happy to be getting more connected with old friends and new. There’s something very healing and encouraging about being part of a group, isn’t there?

Health/Physical Activity

1) Sprint (aka mini)Β Triathlon: OK – this is for sure my loftiest goal… but I feel like it’s actually achievable over the next 7 months before the race happens in late April, 2012. A sprint triathlon is basically one for beginners, with only 5km of running, 20km of cycling, and 700m of swimming. While definitely a stretch for me with my post-Clomid and frantic-panic-about-2WW-exercising body, I need to get moving and active again. My brother and I will be doing this together, which is AWESOME, and while he’s definitely more fit than me, that’s all the more motivation and accountability for me to get practicing!

Phew! That sounds like enough to keep my free-time full! Looking forward to being so busy that I won’t have enough time to obsess about infertility and adoption!

New Chapter

So it’s been a while since my last blog post here on the new site. A lot has happened since then… we got our infertility diagnosis, completed more testing, tried a bunch of alternatives, and them completed a couple of medicated IUI cycles, after our first one was cancelled.

Then I called it. I couldn’t keep doing it – we couldn’t keep doing it. I honestly can’t imagine continuing with this process and I have the utmost respect for those who are strong enough to keep putting themselves through it all; through IVF, the injections, the constant monitoring, the emotional and mental up’s and down’s of it all.

In the end, Rob and I decided that having kids, and being parents, was more important to us than having babies. I’ll post more on how we came to that decision soon, but the point is that we decided to stop TTC (trying to conceive). We’d talked for years about the idea of adopting, and about adopting children who were in foster care… and now we’re finally (and I still can’t even believe that I’m saying this) going to go for it!

We’re taking a break between now and January 2012 when we’ll start the adoption process. Mostly it’s time for me to obsessively research, talk with some of the adoptive parents I know, etc., but it’s also time to process and grieve the loss of a dream. That being said, once January arrives it will be great to actually complete the application and get this next journey started.

From what I’ve read so far, here in BC the application/education/homestudy process takes and average of 6-12 months, and the average wait time for the category of kids we’d be interested in (known in BC as “BC’s Waiting Children,” who are categorized as “special needs” because they’re older than 2 and/or are part of a sibling group), is 1 1/2 years. That gives us (by average to conservative estimates) about 2-3 years to get ourselves organized and ready to meet our kid(s)!

What that means for me is that I need do some serious work to not go nuts. Infertility has really kicked me in the gut – far more than I’d ever thought it would or could have – and I know that adoption isn’t any easier. In my mind that means that I need to figure out a few things:

1) Support & Information (people who’ve been through it and can give actual practical advice; and lots of useful, applicable research/education for me to dig into)

2) Community (not feeling so alone in all of this… there’s lots out there about private domestic adoption, and international adoption, but shockingly little about public domestic adoption… I need to connect with others who are in a similar space/process)

3) A Life (I feel like I put everything on hold for these couple of years of IF – I need hobbies. I need interesting challenges and ways to channel all this pent-up energy that aren’t just all about having children)

So anyhow… that’s the jist of where we’re at now. I feel like we’re back at square one – just a different square one than we were the first time. I’m a little more tired, a lot less blindly optimistic, a lot more resolved, a little more bitter, and yet still hopeful.

Here goes nothing everything! πŸ™‚

Talking it out…

So it’s been a couple of weeks now since we received the official “news” of our infertility diagnosis. Two weeks of time to obsess and ponder; fret and hope; cry and share. I spent a couple of hours last week with a great woman from our church, Mrs. O… she and her husband have walked this journey and are now on the other side, with two beautiful boys they adopted.

It was really nice to just talk to someone else, in person, who’s been there. I asked her “How did you do it? How did you survive Mothers’ Day services, and baby showers, and every. single. person. you know getting pregnant?” She paused for a moment and told me that she cried a lot.

It’s amazing how reassuring that was to hear. I’m crying a lot. Like at anything. Out of nowehere these tidal waves show up and I feel like I’m drowning and I can’t breathe… I’m panicking. Another pregnancy announcement on FB and I’m pretty sure I’m going to turn into Godzilla and start trampling people. Seriously.

Another thing she told me was that it was important to take some time and just let everything sink in – to process it all. She said that she understands that my first inclination is to do something. DO. SOMETHING. She’s right… I feel panicked to make progress.Β  She said that they took 3 (maybe even 6, I think) months to just think and talk and pray and figure out next steps. Instinctively I feel like she’s right. We are in the middle of reno chaos right now, and I’m not sure either of us could handle much more now anyhow… and to be honest, I’m hoping that once our home feels like a home again (instead of the construction zone that it is right now), it will help to give perspective on everything.

Or at least I hope so.

That being said, I’m still struggling with the idea that unless we have a miracle BFP, we will have to essentially pay for children. Whether that includes any combination of finances, emotion, psychological, etc., costs, we will be paying… this will cost us.

I guess that my hope right now is that whatever the outcome of all of this is, that He will use this to make me a better mom. That one day, when it’s our time (however that happens), I will be a more patient, appreciative, seasoned, loving, balanced mother. That we will appreciate our child(ren) as the gift(s) they are.

That being said, I’m focusing on the word “hope” these days. We all need hope, right? Whether it’s for a family, or to meet your future spouse, or to get the right position with the right company… or anything, really. We all need hope for the future. So here’s my little peek into hope: crocuses in our front yard. I saw these two weeks ago, which is always nice here in February… it’s generally so grey and gloomy and rainy.

They’re just little, but they remind me that spring is coming.

Spring is coming.

Welcome – New Blog Home!

So I started a blog a while back, and then life happened, and then I fell of the wagon. Then more life happened and I wanted to get back on the wagon again… and then I realized that I didn’t like the restrictions of my other blog… so then I moved here!

This one post is basically a historical summary of the posts I’d written on my old blog and then transferred here. It’s going to be epically long… but that’s just for now. I’ll change that in the future. I promise!

Feb 21, 2011: Deep in the heart of renos

So we’ve been rennovating for 3 months now.

I. am. so. sick. of. this.

At this point we’re finally on the beginning of the homestretch. All the boring inner guts (electrical, structural, drywall, etc.) junk is done and we’re priming and painting now. In the next days there’s actually hope that our walls will have colour, which will hopefully be quickly followed by things like cupboards and backsplash and floors.

And appliance.

I cannot explain how excited I am to have a dishwasher in the foreseeable future. It is actually possible that one day I will not need to wash dishes in my bathroom sink. Excellent.

I’m also really psyched about being able to prepare food. You know – those little things in life that seem like basics; chopping, cooking on a stove (versus nuking in a microwave), putting food on plates and eating at a table.

One day. Possibly one day soon-ish. πŸ™‚

Feb 17, 2011: Hope deferred

Well, here we are in another cycle of this stupid IF journey. Every month we get our hopes up. Every month they get crushed.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick but a longing fulfiled is a tree of life.

Heart sick.

Yup.

Feb 12, 2011: So it’s been awhile…

This is a long one… It’s been a while, so there’s a lot to update. Hold on!

It’s funny how grieving is different for different people. Personally I’m surprised at how Rob’s mom dying affected me so much. Β She was an extrordinarily unhappy woman, who blamed me for her husband leaving her (he’d been having an affair for 1 1/2 years) and for her divorce. I ‘stole’ her son. I was pretty much evil incarnate. She was a (closet) alcoholic, and quite verbally/emotionally abusive… but always in subtle ways most people couldn’t see, and generally in emails after she’d been drinking.Β But more so, she was just very sad and had very poor communicaation skills.

But. I never ever in a million years would have wished that this would happen. That at 58 years old she was die unexpectedly. That our (future) children would never meet her. That my beloved husband would lose his mom at (what feels like) such a young age. That I would be so exhausted and sad about it. That it would make me fear my own parents’ deaths… I cannot imagine what that will be like – aside from the fact that I want to throw up every time I think about it.

It’s been just shy of a year now. She passed away on March 8th. Life has changed so much since then.

For example, we’ve been trying to start a family… for16 months so far. It feels like an eternity. Mostly because we waited until we were really sure that we were ready. I’d finished my Masters. We’d bought the house in the ‘burbs, and had time to settle down. We’d gone for a 3-week trip to Central America to explore and adventure together. We were ready.

And so we waited. And waited.

We got a BFP 4 days before Rob’s mom died… followed shortly after by BFNs… otherwise known as a “chemical pregnancy” or “very early miscarriage.” No time to really grieve. It was so early that it’s hard to even know how to grieve.

Finally at the 12 month mark we got a referral to a fertility clinic. We did the tests. Not such great news. Basically the liklihood that we’ll be able to conceive on our own is really low. That being said, the RE feels pretty confident that we can get pregnant through IUI or IVF/ICSI. So it’s an option. The bigger question is whether or not we can handle that.

In my opinion (at least my current opinion), IVF/ICSI is a little too much. It’s so personally, physically, and financially invasive that I’m not sure we could handle it. IUI isn’t such a huge thing to me, though… just feels more like giving the little guys a ‘fighting chance’ by getting all the healthiest ones closest to to the egg. Combined with Clomid (to hopefully have more than one egg available per cycle), it basically increases the (very low) odds to better than very low. We could adopt too. Totally. It’s also super invasive, but in more of a way that (as far as I understand/can imagine) makes it feel like you’re at a junior high school dance; standing off to the side and hoping someone will ask you to dance… and every time a boy comes near and doesn’t ask you it feels crushing. Just as expensive as IVF, but instead of being physically invasive, it’s more psychologically/emotionally invasive. And that doesn’t change with being public or private or international adoption… same crap – different category.

We’re still thinking about it. But no matter which way you slice it, I’m really really sad. I never thought I’d be this person. I always thought I’d be fine with no kids. I’m not anymore. I’ve just simply changed. I’m sad that the idea of us having kids ‘naturally’ is slipping away… yeah, yeah – anything’s possible. I totally know that. I just also know that anything’s not likely.

No – we don’t need to just relax. Yes – we do know what we’re doing, and the right timing and all that stuff. I know – when the timing’s right, it’ll happen… or not.

It just sucks.

There’s that. And work has been soul-crushing this past year. Major financial crunch – downsizing, layoffs. I’ve run out of steam… They’re good people. I’m just emotionally spent. Nothing left. I won’t go into a lot of detail, but the summary would be that I’ve changed. What I value in life and in work has crystalized. And the summary is that I don’t want to spend the equivalent of a full work day every week JUST communting. I don’t want to just fix other people’s problems. I don’t want to get anxious and nauseous every time I realize I have a new email in my work inbox. Good people. A cause I care about. I’m just not emotionally able to do it anymore. Not sure what that means yet. I’d really hoped to go on a maternity leave and figure it out then… now that that’s not likely to happen anytime soon it opens a lot of stuff to think through.

I’m just spent.

Now for the good things:

– We just celebrated out 5-year wedding anniversary! And I can say that we’re more in love now than when we first got married. I’m psyched to see what the next 5 years will hold. πŸ™‚

– We’re 2/3 done our BIG reno: kitchen, living room, dining room, entry way. A lot of time. A lot of work. A lot of money… but it will be glorious. I will post pics.

– We have an adorable nephew who’s 1 1/2 now… and we’re guardians to our really good friends’ little boy who is almost the same age, and he’s awesome.

– We’ve got great friends, awesome family, stable jobs, our own home (with a small mortgage), a goofy/crazy/loveable/annoying dog who keeps us on our toes.

So in summary, it’s been a stupid year. It’s also had great things in it. We’re tougher and yet more fragile. we’re counting our blessings, but praying for a few other particular ones that seem elusive. We’re still here. We’ve survived this far.

One of my favourite quotes from the Bible is from Romans 5:3-5, and it says “…More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame…”

We all need hope. Hope keeps us moving forward when everything else feels futile. There have been many days over this past year that have felt futile… but we have hope.

Mar 28, 2010: Surreal Days

Well. Rob’s mom passed away 3 weeks ago tomorrow. She went to sleep Sunday night and just didn’t wake up Monday morning. The autopsy couldn’t find a cause of death (other than “natural causes”) but they’re sending away for more research…
This is something you just can’t prepare for. He’s an only child of divorced parents, so it’s a lot to handle. We’re both really tired and he feels overwhelmed most of the time. Not much else to say right now – more later.
Feb 27, 2010: Comfort Food
So I’m a vegetarian, and have been for a little over 8 years now… Rob isn’t. We started dating a little over 6 years ago, and have been married for four years now – so I was pretty clear at the outset about what I believe on the subject. In context, I’ve got to say that he’s a good sport; despite the fact that I still really wish that he’d “convert” to being a veggie like me.
All this to say, finding food that works for us can be a bit of a challenge – but oddly enough it’s not even because of the omnivorse vs herbivore thing… but rather we just simply have different palates! We like different types of food, so when we recently made a commitment to eating at home and eating more truly “home cooked” food (as well as actually making and bringing lunches with us to work) it’s been quite an adventure to figure out some great meals that aren’t super repetitive and which are easier enough to prepare and have for dinner when I get home from work; which is also usually not until 600pm or afterwards.
One of the great recipes I found the other day was in a cookbook I borrowed from my mom, 125 Best Vegetarian Slow Cooker Recipes; called “Smoky White Chili with Potatoes” (pg 127).
Here’s my somewhat modified version:
2 tsp cumin seeds (I used 2 tsp of ground cumin b/c that’s what I have)
1 tbsp vegetable oil (I used olive oil)
2 onions, finely chopped
4 stalks celery, thinly sliced
1 tbsp dried oregano leaves
1 tsp cracked black peppercorns (I just used out pepper grinder and very coarsely ground out the pepper)
1 tsp salt
2 medium potatoes, peeled and cut into 1/2 inch cubes
1 cup white kidney beans, soacked, drained, and rinsed (I used one can of white kidney beans in the first batch, but found that 2 cans would be preferable… in the second batch I used 2 cans – with the 2nd one being Great Northern Beans, since that’s what I had on-hand)
4 cups vegetable stock (McCormick’s makes vegetarian stock cubes, so I used the ‘beef’ flavoured ones and found that they added some great body to the flavour)
1 chipotle chili in adobe sauce, finely chopped (I used 3-5 dried whole chilis and just let them infuse their flavour and spice into the mixture; removing them just before serving – perfect!)
125g cream cheese (1/2 package), cut into 1/2 inch / 1cm cubes, and softened (optional)
Finely chopped cilantro or parsely
  1. In the large dry skillet, toast cumin seeds until they release their aroma. Transfer to a spice grinder or mortar, or use the bottom of a measuring cup or wine bottle to coarsely grind. Set aside. (I didn’t bother with this – just added the ground cumin…)
  2. In the same skillet, heat oil over medium heat. Add onions and celery and cook, stirring, until vegetables are softened, about 5 minutes. Add garlic, oregano, cumin, peppercorn, and salt; cook, stirring, for 1 minute. Place potatoes on bottom of soft cooker. Add beans, stock and onion mixture. (I just cooked it in a big ol’ pot, since the timing worked better and it was actually pretty quick!)
  3. Cover and cook on low for 8 hours or on high for 4 hours, until potatoes are tender. Add chipotle chili and cream cheese, if using. Stir well. Cover and cook on high for 30 minutes, until cheese is melted. Garnish with cilantro or parsley and serve immediately.
This was SOOOO delicious… Rob and I both loved it and I’m excited to say that I’ve just added another dish to our list of “Foods We Both Like” – woohoo!!!
Feb 24, 2010: Suburbia

If you’d asked me years ago whether I’d end up in the ‘burbs, I would have laughed you out of the room… but here I am, and happily so! Rob and I got married in February 2006 – on a crazy day where the wind went so wild that it snapped trees, took out all the power, and brought the waves from the ocean so far in that it flooded houses in the town! It was a crazy day, but in hindsight seems so appropriate. You can’t help but laugh at the insanity of it all… it was definitely memorable, and filled with family and friends who pitched in and made it something nobody will ever forget. We recently celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary, and I can definitely say that we’re more in love now today than we thought we could be – in a deeper, more solid and real way than ever.

We don’t have any kids yet – just Bleu. He’s our adopted Australian Cattle Dog (aka Blue Heeler) who joined us just a couple of months after our wedding. He was one of the Hurricane Katrina animals who were rescued and re-homed. He’s still got some major trauma and insecurity issues, but high doses of anti-anxiety meds and lots of love and patience have all helped him to mellow out… a little bit. πŸ˜‰

Last November we bought a house in the next town over from where we both grew up – an 8 minute drive from the townhouse we’d had since shortly before our wedding. It was a whirlwind process of deciding to purchase the house… a private sale where we had 2 weeks to decide from the time we heard about it; with everything closing and us moving in within 5 weeks! Our good friends have kiddy-corner backyards with us, and we also know the neighbours behind us pretty well, so that was a huge bonus too!!

Our house is on a corner lot, in a really quiet area – half a block from a sports park (i.e. baseball diamonds and soccer field), which is connected to an elementary school. Our neighbours back onto farmland, which in itself is kind of odd for the ‘burbs, but we don’t usually complain. Usually. During the spring and early summer there are air cannons (that sound like shotguns) going off in the blueberry farms, and that’s really annoying, but otherwise no biggie.

Our house is 40 years old, just like everything else anywhere nearby, and when we bought it the majority of the insides were pretty much like a flashback to 1969… totally original – great condition, but super outdated.

We’ve been slowly, but surely, rennovating like crazy. It’s expensive and tiring, but totally rewarding. I’ve also realized that I really enjoy working in our garden.

We have a total of 9 trees (6 in the front and side yards, and 3 fruit trees in the backyard) and on a sunny summer day there’s nothing I’d rather do than spend the afternoon weeding the garden; Bleu relaxing on the grass next to me; finches singing to each other in the trees; sunshine and warm breezes… snacking on fresh, ripe raspberries. Awesome.

So anyhow – all intentions aside, I’m now in the middle of suburbia with my hubby and our dog… rennovating and pruning, and cleaning, and weeding. I spend hours pondering which light fixture to buy, and then hours on my knees installing flooring. And I’m not complaining. It’s peaceful and friendly here. The noise that we hear is kids laughing and playing. When we got a leak in our roof of our garage during the winter, our neighbour saw Rob out there trying to get a tarp on things… within minutes he and his son were over – in the pitch dark and pouring rain – to help out. Seriously. That’s awesome.

So this is a little log of some of the things that are happening in the happily boring world of suburbia. I’m happy if you find this interesting, but not traumatized if you don’t… suburbia isn’t everyone’s delight, but it is mine. πŸ™‚