Those Three Little Words

Let's. Make. Coffee.

Aaahhhhh.

Three and a half years we've been waiting for this moment. It just started last week, as part of a new morning routine. (Maybe we have the new Dora bed to thank?) Instead of watching cartoons when she wakes up, she prefers to sit on the counter while I get breakfast organized. She scoops the coffee into the bodum then stands by to stir it once the kettle whistles. Sometimes we listen to the music from Tangled (or as it's known around here, les cheveux longs), but mostly it's just quiet.



While we're waiting I usually unload the dishwasher and get lunches organized and we eat a banana or share a grapefruit. Then she eats her usual raisin bread (cold, not hot! No toast!) with du butter, Maman. A LOT of butter. What can I say, I guess she's not adopted after all, her freakish aversion to potatoes aside.

Then she gets to push down the plunger and joy abounds.

We've had a few nights of fully UNinterrupted sleep (of course now that I've actually typed those words I'm sure that's the end of that) and it's almost the best part of my day when she comes bursting into our room in the morning: "Maman! Je veux faire du café!"

Luckily she has no interest in DRINKING the coffee but she does love making it. And I love having her sleepy little self perched on the counter with me. She's great company.

In other news, we have watched the Tangled DVD approximately a bajillion times since Papa brought it home on Tuesday. It's a really adorable film with a great message (a smart and capable princess-type that doesn't need rescuing!) and although I can now watch the end without crying, I may have developed a crush on Flynn Ryder. A cartoon crush. Sad.

Speaking of sad, it looks like the ol' gestational diabetes is back. My doctor sent me for an early test and I got the news last week that my sugar levels are a little high. Do not pass GO, get to the hospital for the dreaded two hour exam! Crap. There goes another half day! I know it's really not a big deal as far as pregnancy complications go but I was still disappointed. It means extra time hanging out at the diabetes clinic and following a sugarless diet until delivery not to mention random feelings of dread that PREGNANCY - UR DOIN' IT WRONG. Great. Oh and the Dairy Queen right down the street is now open for the season. I might get them to put my picture by the cash "DO NOT SERVE THIS WOMAN, NO MATTER HOW SHE BEGS FOR A STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE BLIZZARD."

Yes, B.C. readers, due to the frigid temperatures that we get around here almost 6 months out of the year, Dairy Queen closes down in the fall. Plus we don't have actual restaurants that sell burgers and stuff. They are all (I think anyway) outdoor walk-up/take-away counters.

Heading to Vancouver on Thursday, can't wait. Lower Mainland readers, we'll hang out at the movies next weekend, right? I'll be at the 7PM-ish screenings on Friday and Saturday of The Year Dolly Parton Was My Mom at Tinseltown along with the writer/director and B.C. homegirl Tara Johns, not to mention Julia Stone, the star herself. Thanks for your comments on my last post! We wavered somewhere between panic and despair for a while, but now we're at peace with embracing the chaos. It's all good.

Too Hot for Hot Air Balloons and Health Update

So we bailed out of hot air balloon watching last night in favour of spontaneously going out for sushi and to the movies. As a couple who has studied, works in and basically eats, sleeps and breathes the film and TV industry, we tend to see lots of movies. Everyone's favorite comment to make about impending parenthood is of course "Watch out, your lives are about to change! Forget about seeing any more movies!" My husband tends to get all pale when people say things like that so we're seeing as many movies as we can, while we can. Friday night we had a date at the drive-in where we saw a new Québec film called "Les Trois petits cochons" (Three Little Pigs) which was very good and last night we went to "Becoming Jane" which was so-so. I got all weepy at the end but it could easily be a renter. I wish I had brought my camera with me because we got all cleaned up to go out and we were looking pretty good!

Anyway, the other news is that it turns out that I have gestational diabetes. This happens to 3 to 5% of all pregnant women making it the most common pregnancy complication there is. Despite the scary sounding name, it just means that my body doesn't produce enough insulin to control the elevated levels of glucose in my system, so I have to help out by eating a certain way, making sure to exercise, checking my urine every morning and generally paying attention to myself. In extreme cases, some women actually have to inject themselves with insulin. In my case (which I discovered after spending the ENTIRE DAY at the Diabetes Clinic at St. Mary's hospital on Thursday), my glucose levels are actually not so bad. After redoing the blood and urine tests, meeting with nurses, seeing an endocrynologist and a dietician, it has been determined that I am actually a borderline case. I am following a special diet that has been imposed, I mean, prescribed to me this week, then I go back again on Thursday to redo all my tests and hopefully be in the clear. I'll still have to check my urine and likely watch what I eat until delivery, but in theory, I'll have one less thing to worry about.

So that's the news out here! We just did a huge grocery shop (which took forever because I have to now obsessively check the carb level in everything I buy) but I will at least have everything at my fingertips to continue my special eating plan this week. Did I mention that I have to eat six times a day? Including TWO CUPS of vegetables? And did you know that the list of vegetables that DON'T cause heartburn is very, very short?

Otherwise, the garage sale/general clean-up/baby room project continues. We will be posting our garage sale signs this week and have borrowed tables from a friend of ours. It's really more like a sidewalk sale actually. Hopefully I'll remember to take pictures because I have a feeling that I myself won't believe the amount of STUFF that we'll have to get rid of. We made big strides this weekend. Not enough to post the before and after pictures, but we're getting there.

Off to have my diabetes friendly dinner!