Puke

Hello there! I've finally gathered the energy to sit down and wiggle my fingers over the keyboard in an attempt to discuss my vacation. You can see pictures over at Mary's Blog if you're interested.

Okay. The trip to Regina for Thanksgiving was nice. Mary handled the 8 hour drive there very well, although by the end she was pretty glad to be out of the car. We had a nice time there, got Mary a new bed (the one she had was falling appart due to hard use), and ate tonnes of food. On the trip home, Mary did not do so well. She had been stuffing herself the whole weekend, and the days of too much rich food caught up with her shortly after we left Saskatoon when she barfed all over herself and the back seat of the car.

The day after we got home from Regina, Mary and I hopped on a plane to Abbotsford. The flight went well, and all I have to say is Thank GOD for Westjet. They have extra leg room, and sattelite tv's in the back of every seat. Mary was fully entertained for the whole trip by watching Animal Planet.

We had a great time in B.C. visiting my mum and my family. We took the ferry to Victoria to visit my aunt, uncle and cousin over there. On the ferry back to Vancouver, travelling with Mary was like travelling with a rock star. There were several tour busses of Japanese folk of all ages travelling that day, and they all loved Mary. The teenage girls asked if they could have their pictures taken with her. The old people followed her around snapping pictures of her and picking her up and passing her around. She loved the attention, and I was a little concerned that she would end up in Japan.

The most exciting part of my trip was my first day in B.C., I think. I hadn't been feeling well, really quite unwell to be honest. My period was a little late, and there had been some strange action down there over the Thanksgiving weekend. So, I decided to pee on a stick. Yup. I'm pregnant again. I was excited at first, until I remembered how miserable being pregnant is. I won't go into the gory details, but suffice it to say, Morning Sickness is a serious misnomer.

I started to tell Mary that there's a baby in my belly, and at first she was puzzled, and would look into my pockets and under my shirt. Now she just grins and points at my belly and shouts "Baaaaaaaa-Beee!" I'm sure she has no idea what's going on, but I want to get her used to the fact before the baby comes in June.