The Stretch Mark Battle: Part II

Well, my battle continues.

I am still losing.

If I put on any more moisturizer in my day, my body will likely start producing it on it's own.

I heard your tendency to get stretch marks during pregnancy has a lot to do with genetics.  Well, beats me because my dear mother didn't get a single one (a thoughtful fact she decided to share in the midst of my battle).

At least my Dad's looking out for me.  I hope you find as much joy in this series of texts as I do!  He couldn't make us sound more like country hicks if he tried.  Keep in mind while reading them that I'm the girl who feels more comfortable on a horse than on her own two feet, and when someone asks my Mom what she does for a living she says "I shovel manure".  It's just the kind of folk we are!

Dad: Mom said you were battling stretch marks.  I've got some hoof and hide balm that Equiproducts says fixes everything!
Paige:  Are you being serious?
Dad:  Well....you have hide, don't you?

...oh Dad, I could not possibly love you any more.

A Perfect Fit

At the beginning,  I had a lot of friends ask me, "What is so different about your relationship with Mitch?".

There really is no one answer to this, because Mitchell is unlike anybody I've ever met.

But I think when it comes down to it, I know he's meant for me because we fit into each others lives so effortlessly.  He's my absolute best friend.

I've never been a huge "go - outer".  Most of my friends would agree that I'm a total homebody they need to hunt down and drag out if they want to see me.  I don't really ever drink, and the last place I'd want to be on a Saturday night is at a bar.  The miraculous thing, is that I found someone as content to stay home on a Saturday night as I am.

We both know the house won't always be this quiet.  One day soon there will be a baby crying, a toddler coming into our room after a bad dream, and a teenager yelling at us because we asked him to stay home and play scrabble with his lame parents instead of going to a party for the third weekend in a row.

So, we enjoyed the quiet, and each others company.  Mitchell was a good sport - cause he totally got....

I don't lose at Scrabble.

 The sun went down, and what better to follow a game of scrabble than a campfire?  Sure, we felt a little white trash sitting in folding lawn chairs next to a fire in a bowl, but whatever.  C'est la vie!  Happy weekend everyone.

                - Mama, out.

Home Is Where You Walk the Dog

When most people walk their dogs, it's around the block.  I feel very fortunate that when we walk our dog...it's here.

 
Despite commuting an hour every day, I absolutely love living in Cochrane.

If you stare off the bridge by the river long enough, you'll see fish rising to catch their dinner.

But the view of what's on the bridge is even better!

 

Yes, Cochrane is wonderful.  I imagine one day the meadows and thickly treed woods will house many an adventure for our little man.

I love our evening walks.  Even though I complain dragging my pregnant ass up the hill the whole way back. I imagine the hike back up will be much more enjoyable when it's Mitchell's turn to carry the wee one (we've agreed that since I involuntarily have to cart him around the first 9 months in utero, Mitchell will take the next 9 months..........ex utero?).

 

As of today, only 14 weeks left to go.

            - Mama, out.