My Eggo’s Preggo

Thank you, Juno, for giving us an abundance of quotes to enjoy about pregnancy. If you haven’t seen it, please do, it’s a great film.

It is indeed my eggo that’s preggo! Just like our moms and teachers.. (sidenote: don’t be confused, those are both Juno quotes) And, guess what?? Today.. They took a picture of my guts! And they found a baby! We were pretty happy about that :)

Here’s a picture of our 12 weeks and 1 day old ‘wee bambino’ as our midwife lovingly referred to it all day :) Oh, and you can click on the images, like always, to see them bigger on your screen..


And here are some specifics..


You’ll note the large head.. Ian is pretty sure this is because it’s a genius. I can’t decide when to break the news to him..

Also the little tiny itty bitty heart! It was just flickering away while that little baby squirmed. And, the midwife told us that she could see its stomach and bladder.. we told her she should go back to night school in Mantino and learn a real trade! (Juno quote.. again.. I’m telling you there are just so many!) Just kidding – we loved ALL the midwives we met :) but we couldn’t really make those out on the screen. I still gave them an arrow, since they’re there and all..

And the cute little feetsies! There were arms too, but you can’t see them in this picture.

We are just thanking the Lord for a healthy baby and are looking forward to our 20 week scan! Then we can let you know if we have a Sally or a Sam hangin out in there!

Praise the Lord for such a breathtaking thing as new life!

Sometimes St Andrews smells like poo..

And then I remember how close the farms are. And then I figure they must be fertilizing. And then I remember high school football games… and that pooey waft the wind would bring across the stands. And then I’m glad I grew up where I did and I’m thankful to be where I am.

But I still breathe through my mouth.

A Burns Supper

We were ever so kindly invited over to our neighbor’s house last Friday night to enjoy the experience of a Burns Supper. From what I can tell, these suppers can occur at any point during the last 3 weeks of January (though the technical day is the 25th) and they are in honor of Robert Burns who is a very famous Scot and played a major role in bringing Scottish culture to the rest of the world. Our Burns supper began with crisps and olives (just as an appetizer, it really has nothing to do with Burns) and lively conversation with our neighbor who was hosting, his sister, as well as another neighbor.

Dinner began with The Selkirk Grace and we were served our first course of cock-a-leekie soup, which was wonderful but very filling! Following this we had planned on addressing the haggis but alas, our neighbor couldn’t find his Burns book, so he did a summary for us :). We had haggis, neeps, carrots, and tatties.. and I ate it! I swore I never would, but that would have been impolite wouldn’t it? So, I ate it, and it was actually pretty good but it was veeeery hard for me to move passed the texture. For dessert we had sticky toffee pudding (made by my chef hubby) and a trifle. We’d never had trifle before and as some of you know, I have an aversion to soggy foods. The woman who made it didn’t think I’d like it, to which I said, ‘Well is it soggy?’ She had a great laugh, as did everyone else.. Apparently non-soggy trifle would be like eating chocolate-free chocolate cake. :) I DID try it though and it was very nice and fruity, but was a little hard to swallow.

We had a really wonderful time together and are looking forward to returning the favor and having our neighbor over for some ‘American’ (he apparently forgot that ‘American’ cuisine is just everyone else’s cuisine only with more butter and/or sugar :) or Mexican dishes.. Any suggestions?

I’ve been spending too much time talking about the weather

Ian and I were walking somewhere the other day and I was a little grumpy (just imagine a super cute grumpy person, not a full-grown adult acting like a child.. it’s better that way), mostly because of the incessant wind that chills me to a very deep place I didn’t know existed until we moved here. So, I was complaining about the wind and the cold and such, and Ian said, ‘But look at the clouds over there!’

To which I retorted, ‘Yeah, what about them?’ (I was very determined to be grumpy)

He said, ‘They’re really pretty, I thought you’d like them.’

‘I’ve seen better.’

I’ve seen better! That’s what I said! Unbelievable. Any of you who have spent time with me will know that I always love the clouds and am so very rarely quite this grumpy and pessimistic :)

So, my patient, ever-loving husband kindly replied, ‘Corrie! I think you’re becoming a true Scot!’

Disclaimer: We do not consider the Scots to be grumpy people, we love them to bits, however they do have quite the reputation in their negativity about the weather. :)

I’m not afraid of the dark!

It’s true! While I really struggled last year wandering through darkness at 4 o’clock in the afternoon, I think I’m just plain used to it now. The streetlights are now off when I walk to work in the mornings, but it’s still dark dark dark when I come home in the evenings. I realized walking home one day a week or two ago that I didn’t even really think about it anymore because I do it so often. It’s not scary, it’s just part of life. That little violin-toting girl is no longer a spy with a secret plot, she’s just the girl I pass every day on the way home :)

I am most definitely longing for spring however. The sky is sort of a dark blue on the way home from work now instead of totally black, and some of the trees are starting to get their little buds, and I’m sure if we spent any time in a wooded area, we’d see some bulbs sprouting as well. But it’s all lies!!! We were tricked last year, but they won’t win this year. I thought, ‘Oh, it’s only February and already we are seeing signs of spring!’ I was then thoroughly disappointed when spring never really came and ‘warm’ weather finally showed up at some point in June. But man, when it comes I do NOT complain! I can’t wait to shed my jacket and have so much energy from the eternal daytime! And I can’t wait to have the incessant desire to go to the beach and be able to because it’s not freezing and windy!

It’s supposed to snow tonight.

The end.