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Well, it's been quite a while since I wrote here and I suppose that's because big things are happening in my life and I haven't really felt like I've had the energy or the time to write about them here. Everything is changing for us once again and I just haven't known where to start with it all.
In fact, the other reason for not writing about all this here is that some of my family and friends read this blog and I can never remember who I've told what to. And I'd hate for someone special to find out something important by reading my blog.
Anyway, the news is that we're on the move again. And it's another big one! This time, it's 2,100 miles West of here, to Edmonton, Alberta.
Why, you might ask.
We've been living in Eastern Ontario for 2 years now and, although we were fortunate to be able to buy a house here without needing a mortgage, we've found the job situation sorely lacking. Money has been tight as employment is scarce.
My father and stepmother live in Alberta - about an hour East of Edmonton - and, having heard about Alberta's booming economy, we started making some enquiries. The province is crying out for people to fill jobs and it seems like a popular place to be heading to right now. House prices are still decent, but definitely on the rise, due to Alberta's popularity.
I can't possibly tell you about all the research we've done or the many questions we've asked, but we feel like Alberta could be a great move for us. We're nervous about another long-distance relocation, but we think we are prepared for the hugeness of it.
We made the decision a few months ago, just prior to finding out I was pregnant. I'll be honest and say that we knew we'd be making a huge move, but planned and wanted this pregnancy anyway. The timing wasn't and still isn't ideal, but we'll manage, like we always do.
So we sold the house and we move out on August 17th - about 2 weeks away! We've been packing boxes and getting rid of any junk we may have acquired since our trans-Atlantic move 2 years ago.
And to make it all more interesting, we've decided to drive to Alberta. I'll be 24 weeks pregnant by then and my midwife has assured me that, as long as we stop frequently to stretch our legs, there should be no danger to baby or myself by driving that distance. We'll have Jake and Ruth in the car with us too, so we've decided to make a bit of holiday of it and take about a week to get there. Interestingly, when my Dad did the drive a few years back, he made it there in 2 and a half days! He hardly stopped or slept!
So that's our news. I've said it now and everyone knows.
As I type, Baby Girl is doing the Twist in my belly. You go, girl!
22 weeks and 5 days
You'd be forgiven for believing that I'd dropped off the face of the earth. But no, we've just been busy packing and planning. And it seems to be taking forever. But then I'm always shocked to see how few days we have left before we leave. Right now, the count is at 5!
In other news, my PGP (Pelvic Girdle Pain) is a real... pain. I can't lie flat on my back and, once in bed, find it next to impossible to get up again to pee, which I enivitably have to do on a nightly basis. The pain is mostly in my left buttock and, early in the morning, it radiates down the backs of my thighs. And right now, as I sit here typing, the pain resides where it did while I was pregnant with Jake: between my legs.
Isn't pregnancy grand?!
Stephen always looks at me with sympathy and says: "well, you wanted another baby". No, seriously, he says that jokingly and seems to really feel for me when the discomfort is bad.
On the bright side, my regular daily activities are rarely hampered by my PGP. Walking, standing and sitting aren't normally a problem. I am careful and slow in standing from a seated position though.
Then, while changing Jake's nappy the other day on the couch, he gave me a sharp kick in the stomach. I can't say that it hurt but I immediately started to worry about Baby Girl. She wriggles around a lot but, as any woman who's ever been pregnant will tell you, the movements aren't continuous, 24/7. So all was quiet in my tummy for quite a while after the kick and I worried. I lay down and poked and prodded my belly, begging her to kick me like her brother had.
Finally, what seemed like a lifetime later, she did. And I breathed a sigh of relief. Jake, at 28 months old, has such power and strength in his legs!
I'm tired and it's only 9:39pm. Bedtime soon.
