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Friday Fun

Wow, I’d posted a pic on Instagram what seems like forever ago all excited because I’d made a plan (almost) for daily blogs. Yeah…the best laid plans, right?

So, I’m actually going to try. Previously, my posts have been very word heavy…so I’m going to try to just stick to my daily  mini themes and hope that it can inspire the writer’s bug in me that needs to get out.

Here’s the plan:

Mondays – Moving (health/exercise related stuff)
Tuesdays – Tasty (food!)
Wednesdays – WIP (stands for Work In Progress for whatever the current craft is)
Thursday – Thoughts (whatever’s on my mind)
Fridays – FUN (daycare stuff? my own fun?? whatever’s fun at that time!)
Saturdays – Shopping! (this is a stretch for me, as it’s not an activity I much enjoy!)
Sunday – family

So – on to Friday’s fun. I’m actually SO excited for this! I found an awesome website of a fellow Canadian Home Daycare Provider. She has amazing stuff in her back yard for the kids to do…and I’ve been planning on making my yard equally as fun for the last few years. It’s just that…well, I had a baby 2 years ago, then last year, I had an infant to try to work around.

THIS YEAR IS THE YEAR!  I have pallets that I’ve nabbed and am creating a water wall, a sand wall, a music (aka NOISY) wall and one that I’m going to fill with trinkets (latches, hooks, those door stops that make that awesome “twang” sound, etc).  I’ve got all the stuff for these and we (my mom’s helping me out with this) have just been waiting for appropriate weather to finish it all up. We thought we’d be done 2 weeks ago – but we had wicked, wicked wind (90+ km/hour) which isn’t exactly conducive to spray painting!

There are just a few things that I need to finish up to get the yard I’m really looking for.

  1. an old wheel barrow. It doesn’t need to function – I really just want a space to make a mud play area (yes, mud!!) that the kids can gather around to play in.
  2. some sort of way to put up a privacy/shade screen on my chain link fence. I’m thinking of the ones I’ve seen on apartment balconies.
  3. a bucket – I’m on the lookout for a fun/funky/farm style type of bucket
  4. some sort of outdoor flooring that’s not going to cost me an arm and a leg – and that won’t get HOT in the sun.

I’m so excited to get this done, I could pee! I can’t wait – once it’s done, I’ll post up pics, so keep an eye on my instagram or facebook 🙂


An Update on Me

Back in July, I posted this picture on my Instagram page.



It got a lot of people worried…so I thought I would fill in my health woes.  I’m not sure if you’ll remember, but back when I was pregnant, I was admitted to the hospital with strange stomach pain.  The doctors couldn’t decide if it was my gallbladder, an ulcer, or just a whiny pregnant lady.  I thought for sure it was my gallbladder.  I mean, I was in some serious pain – bad enough that I went to the hospital.  The doc told me to lay off coffee and left it at that.

It wasn’t the coffee.

Since the baby’s been born, I’ve been on and off with the crazy stomach pain.  I thought it was due to eggs – it seemed that every time I ate an egg, my stomach would go into terrible spasms.  I went to my Family Doctor who listened to me and ran a whole bunch of tests.  She sent me for allergy tests to see if the egg was an issue.  She sent me for a bunch of blood work to see if anything showed up there.  And she sent me for a CAT scat to see if, God Forbid, there were tumours.

Turns out that I’m not allergic to anything (yay!) and that, thank God, there are no tumours.  However, my blood test did show something.  I have Celiac’s Disease.

Now, before this diagnosis, I thought Celiac Disease was a fairy tale…that all this “gluten free” stuff I’d see was over kill.

Lord, how the tables have turned!

My stomach pain is real guys.  To me, it’s the equivalent of swallowing razor blades and then having labour-like contractions in your gut.  I get the brain fog (here I thought my inability to write my blogs was due to the loss of my muse…turns out, I couldn’t even physically think clear enough to string words together).  I felt like I was getting dumber and dumber by the moment…losing my ability to think things through.  Nope – Celiac Disease.  I also get this horrible itching, burning rash on my hands and legs.  Once it even came on my face.  Other issues include depression and thyroid problems.  All of these (and likely more) are due to Celiac’s Disease.

So – what is Celiac Disease?  “Celiac disease is a medical condition in which the absorptive surface of the small intestine is damaged by a substance called gluten. Gluten is a protein found in wheat, rye, triticale, barley. At present there is no cure, but celiac disease is readily treated by following the gluten-free diet.” (Canadian Celiac Foundation)

The solution is simple enough – don’t eat gluten.  Trouble is – it hides in a lot of things like Soya Sauce or even your face creams.  I’ve been avoiding it for about 3 weeks now – and though I know that there’s still a ways to go before I really start feeling well again – I can already tell if I’ve eaten something that’s got gluten in it.

So, take it from me guys – if someone you know is suffering from odd stomach pain – a simple blood test is all you need to diagnose this.  Avoiding gluten is relatively easy.   I know some people who still “gluten binge” every now and then…I don’t think I will be one of those people…the pain that I get is too much for me to take lightly.

Baby Products I Love

This was supposed to be a video.  I originally intended to film it before I gave birth…obviously that didn’t happen.  Then I’d hoped to do it after he was born…and it looks like that will never happen…so I’ve given up and have decided to make it into a post.

People have been asking me all sorts of things.  “Review this product please!” or “What kind of diapers are you using?” and even just “Where’d you get that?!”  So I thought I’d review my list of things that I’m loving for baby right now. (no, I haven’t been given any of these products to talk about here – everything I’ve listed has been purchased by me without the promise or expectation of compensation)

  1. My Ubbi Diaper Pail – You may or may not know that I have a home daycare.  I’ve been searching for years for a diaper pail that doesn’t stink.  I’ve tried everything.  Some have been good for a while, but then the plastic ends up somehow absorbing the smell and no matter how long I soak it in bleach/disinfectant – that smell never goes away.  Not with the Ubbi Pail!  It’s amazing.  Truly amazing.  Sleek.  Simple to use. It has a child lock.  It can be used with the Ubbi plastic bags, or if you’re cheap like me – any brand of garbage bags (though I’d recommend the kitchen sized ones).  And if you choose to cloth diaper (as I do) you can even buy the Ubbi Cloth Pail Liner – I have 2 of these so that my pail is always ready to receive a diaper…and Ibrahim is usually always willing to provide one!  If you’re in Canada like me – you can buy your Ubbi pail from Well.ca and even use coupon code HethrDelusionalMom to get 10% off your first order!
  2. AMP One Size Duo Pocket Diapers – Oh my goodness, how much am I loving these diapers?!  When I’d had Adam, I’d used a bunch of Indian Prefold diapers and the Bummis Super Whisper Wraps…which I was more than happy with and even ordered more when I found out I was expecting again.  However, I was gifted some pocket diapers from a friend and really liked them, so went and got some more “manly” colors for Ibrahim.  I just happened to choose AMP brand because I liked the color options.  I ordered 3 diapers and after using them for 1 day, I went and ordered another 4.  I love them SO MUCH.  I don’t use them as a pocket diaper, but rather as an “All in Two” diaper – meaning I lay my prefold on top of the diaper rather than stuffing it into the pocket.  This way, I can simply toss the prefold into the diaper pail when it’s wet/dirty and use the diaper again (assuming it hasn’t also gotten wet/dirty).  I love the fact that this can fit from 7lbs right up to 38lbs (which is basically the entire time your kid should be in diapers).   Cloth diapering is expensive to start, but MUCH cheaper (and more environmentally friendly) in the long run.  Canadian readers – I bought my AMP from bynature.ca
  3. My Moby Wrap – Why didn’t I know about this thing with my two oldest?  It’s got to be one of the best things EVER.  Baby is comforted and secure and mom has 2 hands to get things done.  I love, love, LOVE my Moby wrap!  I leant the one I used for Adam to my sister-in-law when she had her twins…she gave it back to me and I washed it and put it some place “safe” and “where I wouldn’t forget it” so it would be ready when Ibrahim was born.  Unfortunately, I think my “safe” place was the donation pile.  The thing was nowhere to be found.  So…I ordered another one.

Hmm…I can’t seem to think of anything else at the moment…but if you’ve read/heard me talking about something and you’d like me to review it, let me know!

The Name Game

So – Baby Delusional is going to be here in a little over a month, God Willing – and we still haven’t chosen a name.  Mr D and I just can’t seem to agree on any.  I want strong names, like Hamza, Omar, or Khalid.  Mr D wants Prophetic names like Idris (Enoch), Ayyub (Job), or Ilyas (Elijah).  We just aren’t finding a middle ground here.

This isn’t the first time that we went through this.  Though Adam’s name was pretty much set from the beginning, Isaac was orginally going to be Hamza (we won’t go into that story, needless to say, he’s named after the Prophet Isaac…and his grandpa) – and Iman…we literally went 2 weeks just calling her “the baby.”  I guess that’s an advantage of having a baby overseas – there is no rule about having a name before you leave the hospital.

This baby, however, is difficult.  Maybe it’s because I wasn’t prepared to be pregnant…maybe it’s because I was dealing with my dad’s illness and death…I just haven’t been able to match a name to the little person I feel budding inside of me.


The funny thing is – when you’re trying to find a name for your baby, you suddenly realize how many names you don’t like – whether it’s because of an association with a person of that name, the way the name sounds in combination with middle/last, how the name fits in with the rest of the family – my list of names that I don’t want is clearly defined…yet my list of possibilities – very short indeed.

In the mean time – we’ll just go on calling him Baby Delusional.

I must clean all the things….ALL THE THINGS!

CC image courtesy of Cornelia Kopp on Flickr

Nesting – have you heard of it?  Apparently it’s this phase that pregnant women go through – madly cleaning and organizing in an effort to prepare for baby.

I’m on baby #5 and this is my first time experiencing it.  Sure, with the others, I got their nurseries ready…organized all the clothes/diapers/baby goodies….but not like I’m experiencing with little Baby Delusional here.

It all started innocently enough.  I was unloading the dishwasher…which led to some water drips on my counter top.  I had to get a cloth to wipe it…which led to washing inside all of my cupboards and drawers…and then the front of my dishwasher…then the inside of it.  Yes, you read that right.  I washed the inside of my dishwasher.  Not only that – I did it with a toothbrush.  No lies, folks.

The next day it was my bathroom.  I woke up at 7 am with this insane urge to clean my bathroom…from the ceiling right down to the baseboards.  I even scrubbed the bathroom floor by hand.

Now – my house isn’t filthy by any means, there’s always something that needs cleaning…so after finishing my bathroom (and rewarding myself by eating dessert for breakfast) I went ahead and cleaned all the walls and baseboards in the house.  If I didn’t have to go out later that day I would have cleaned all the windows.

I’m still in this mad cleaning frenzy…It’s been nearly a week.  My eyes get all big and my heart palpitates just at the thought of something new to clean.

Wipe down and sanitize the washing machine??  YES!!

Clean out the furnace vents and covers?  Oh yes, please!

Take down all the light canopies and wash out the dust-bunnies and dead bugs?  OH GOD YES!


I’m sick people.  I need help.

All these “new” things

This isn’t my first pregnancy…far from it.  I thought, with baby #5 that all the things to do with pregnancy would be old hat by now.  I mean really – other than 9 months of waiting and birth…what is there??

Apparently a lot.

People are going on Babymoons.  Really?  A babymoon?  I didn’t even go on a honeymoon!  A friend sent me a great link to a blog post about them – I agree with her 100%.

After the babymoon, you’re supposed to have a baby shower.  Not just a gathering of friends and family to help you prepare for new baby…no, these are over the top, catered events.  If you happen to stop by an online birth board, you’ll find people complaining about what they did or didn’t get.  Call me old fashioned but ever hear of the saying “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?”  Geeze, people, say thank you and move on.

As if the baby shower isn’t enough – then there’s a gender reveal party.  Yes…this is a serious thing where people gather (bringing more gifts, I assume) and wait around until you cut a cake that is either pink or blue inside.  I think I’d rather stay home and do laundry than go to one of these things.

AND…some women have a THIRD baby shower.  “Just to get the last few things on my registry”  I simply have no words.

The thing that really blew my mind however is something called a push present.

At first I thought this was some phone app (push notifications??) that somehow sent nice little “gifts” to a mom.  You know “Look, you’ve received a box of chocolate/bouquet of flowers/teddy bear” with a cutesy little picture.

I was wrong.

A push present is a gift you get for pushing out a baby.  Some women get new diamond rings, fancy watches…in a few cases I’ve even read of women getting a new car.

Seriously…a car…for pushing out a baby!

I don’t know what it is about this that makes me so…uncomfortable.  The thought of it just makes me feel icky.  Let’s say it’s your first baby…do you get ANOTHER new car for the second?  If not – does that mean that the next baby isn’t worth as much as the first?  I don’t get it.

After my kids were born, I was hungry…hungry like you wouldn’t believe.  I was more than happy to grab a burger and fries on the way home from the hospital.  I don’t know what I’d have done if Mr D presented me with a new car.  Probably something along the lines of “Nice…now can we grab some McD’s??”

Back Home

I was able to get discharged from the hospital late last night.  Thank God – it’s so much nicer to sleep in your own bed.

Remember how I went into the hospital because I was having rather sever stomach issues? Well, after an abdominal ultrasound to check the liver, kidneys, gallbladder, pancreas, and both the large and small intestines, they found….nothing.

Then I went for a gastroscopy (basically a camera shoved down into my stomach) – I was put out for this.  I dreamed of visiting a Mennonite Farm while I was under anaesthetic.  How very odd.  Anyhow – I woke up and was told I have a beautiful and completely healthy stomach.

So – I’m beautiful inside, folks.  😉

The end result – the doctors don’t have any concrete evidence of what caused the pain, but both my OB and the gastro-intestinal doc suspect that my gallbladder is aggravated by caffeine and that pregnancy is doing it’s number on it as well.

So – I’ve been told that I can no longer have my morning cup of coffee.

I shed a tear or two and then asked if I could have tea…at which point, the doctor said “Listen, if you’re thirsty, drink water.”


Other than that baby is doing well – Moving like crazy, growing like mad, and in breech position.  I’m guessing that there’s more than enough time for him to turn around…let’s all just hope he does.

And with that – here’s a picture of my ever expanding belly.


I’m in the hospital

I thought it would be easiest to update everyone here rather than on facebook where things often get lost amidst postings of “like this to win”, game requests, and the latest drama with that one strange friend we all keep but arent really sure why.

Also, I’m posting this from my phone which likes to change random words to jibberish for no good reason (its latest thing is to change “not” to “jot”)
So please forgive any weird spelling you may see.

So I woke up this morning with a funky feeling belly…I wont go into details, but suffice it to say that the toilet came in handy. I thought that was the end of it. Made myself a cup of coffee and went on with my day.

I’d only had about 1/4 cup of my coffee when my tummy started aching again. Not labour pains…something much deeper than that. I shifted positions, I got up and walked around for a bit, I debated eating breakfast…but decided not to in case I threw up. It was a weird sort of pain that had me guessing if things were going to ferociously empty up or down.

After about an hour, I gave up and tried going back to bed. Couldnt sleep though – the pain was too intense.

I got back up and thought the pain was due to lack of food (I’d last eaten at dinner the night before). Before I could even contemplate what to eat, the pain intensified and moved into my back. Again, I tried to patiently to wait it out thinking it was something that just needed to move through my guts.

Eventually I gave up. The pain was just too much. I had Mr D take me to the hospital.

Because im pregnant I was quickly admitted to be sure it wasnt labour (it wasn’t) and they did a fetal heart/contraction monitor to be sure. I wasnt allowed any pain meds…but was given some water which I tentatively sipped at.

They took blood work to check for liver issues – came back good. They poked and prodded and hummed and hawed. Finally, they suspected (as I had) that my gallbladder was acting up. I was no longer allowed food/drink. They gave me morphine for the pain (oh the sweet relief) and had me wait some more. OB comes in and checks things out – they want to avoid sutgery if possible…she gets opinion of the surgeon on call who wants me kept overnight for observation. Still not allowed food/water.

I’m to get an ultrasound first thing in the morning to check the gallbladder…if that shows nothing, I’m to have (I forget what they called it so I’ll just describe it) a camera shoved down my throat to peek around the inside of my stomach.

Surgery is a likeky possibility at this point. I’m told that I’m at a “good point” in pregnancy for this as I’m not too early to risk misscarriage/preterm labour, and not too far in where baby/uterus would be in the way.

So, thats where things stand right now. I’m very tired and going tobtry to get some sleep now if I can. Please keep me and Baby Delusional in your thoughts and prayers.

Peace & Love

A sigh of relief

Yesterday I hit week #23 in this pregnancy.  It’s a big milestone for me – you see…14 years ago, I lost a baby at 23 weeks.  A perfect, beautiful baby girl which, for whatever reason, my body wasn’t able to carry to full term.  We named her Aisha.  It’s amazing to me now to see that babies can be born at such an early term and still survive (my twin nephews are living proof of this – beautiful, strong, healthy 2 year olds now).

I think that anyone who has lost a child holds their breath until “the time” has passed.  For some, it’s 12 weeks, for some 15…for others far beyond.  Though you may feel happy about the progressing pregnancy – you also hold your breath and part of your mind lives in fear that what happened once (or more) will happen again.

CC image courtesy of Frank de Kleine on Flickr
CC image courtesy of Frank de Kleine on Flickr

Thankfully, I passed my 23 week mark – and had a good doctor’s visit today.  I was happy to learn that we won’t be changing my due date even though the ultrasound technician told me that she would.  He simply said “no..that’s not going to happen.”

Other good news includes my thyroid levelling out.  Taking them at night (on an empty stomach) has really made a difference and I can feel it – the exhaustion has gone and I’m not (quite) as cold as I was before.

However – I have crazy raging pregnancy hormones.  I don’t remember being like this with any of my other kids.  Alternatively weepy, happy, full of rage, then back to tears.