One Busy Week

Today my little man is 2.5!!! That’s as close to 3 as 2. Wow.

Tomorrow my mother in law moves.

Thursday we take possession of the new house.

Monday we (hopefully) find out the sex of the baby.

Tuesday we move.

Part of me wishes I could go to sleep & wake up in two weeks. But life is about these exciting/hard/frightful/intense times & I wouldn’t really want to skip it.


Easter Eggs

Not sure what I did wrong with the dye this year but the colours came out very weak. My little man still had a great time dyeing them though. I'm a little concerned that he is so insistent they will hatch.

This is what one of my training partner said to me as words of encouragement while I grunted through a set of leg press yesterday morning. By the way, laughing doesn’t improve your strength in the moment.

The BIG thing I learned with my pregnancy with my Little Man is that I backed off my workouts way too much, way too soon. I worked out throughout but by the end was really not doing very much comparatively. And we make mistakes to learn from them, right?

So far I am pretty pleased with how my training sessions are going. Despite being tired all. the. time. I am making it for all my planned sessions & pushing hard through them. We’ve had to drop my weights slightly in a few things but for the most part I’m holding my own which feels good.

With bench press we had to drop my weight, twice. The suspicion is that this is due to the body fat loss I’ve had more than anything but it is giving me a really good opportunity to really focus on form, which can be more difficult with more weight.

My squat is REALLY making me happy. I’ve struggled so much with squatting, I just can’t hit proper depth with much ease but the relaxing of my ligaments & such with the pregnancy is really helping in this regard. I still need to have a good warm-up & focus but I’m much more consistently hitting depth.

It’s interesting how you can not know something about your body until you start pushing it a little. A few years ago I would not have been able to tell you that I had particularly tight hips, I likely would have just blamed my weight.

Deadlift has always been my favourite & strongest lift. I pulled 255lbs x 3 yesterday. I had been aiming for 5 but the 3 I got were solid so I can’t be unhappy with that.

My baby may not actually be stronger for all my efforts but his/her mommy sure will be! And we’ll both be healthier.

I remember babysitting as a teenager & I would always do some cleaning after the kids were asleep. I was a judgmental one – I couldn’t understand how a stay at home mom could possibly have such a disgustingly dirty kitchen floor – so bad you would stick to it when you walked across it.

And all the years I worked – for awhile at 3 separate jobs I was always certain that when we finally had children I would be able to stay home all day I’d have a house that was spic & span.

But here I am & I’ll tell you my kitchen floor has certainly been bad enough to be considered sticky & this place is never spic & span. I could certainly try harder but I’ll admit I’m not overly motivated & I’m usually just too darn busy to do all that cleaning.

Too busy?! Who’d of thunk?! Some days/weeks I tumble into bed exhausted wondering how I once again didn’t have time to do all the wonderful things we had planned. Where did all the time go?

I can’t even blame my Little Man ’cause he’s really a pretty spectacular guy & quite keen to help with any task I want. But we seem to be out & about in the world so much of the time. Plus my workouts. And Girl Guides. And there just is no way to give up the naps every day of the week. So I guess we’ll just continue to live happily in our little disaster.

Please, if you’re coming to visit, give me warning so I can clean!!!


We are moving in one month’s time to our dream. All sorts of changes to come from the mundane – we will no longer have roadside pick up of garbage, a first for both of us – to the exciting – 88 acres for all of us to roam!

I think we are all looking forward to the changes but at the same time change is always a little uncomfortable, things often are not as we think they will be & so we are also approaching it with some nervousness.

Right now we’re busy with all the preparatory details, arranging financing, packing boxes, finishing up projects on this house (which still needs to be prepped to go on the market), booking movers, shopping for appliances & many other new things we need like a lawn tractor & chainsaw.

Of course we’re also planning the ways in which our lives will change & dreaming of the opportunities this will give us all. I am SO excited that Mr. Magoo & the new one to come will have so much space to run & jump & dig & explore. And I am excited to finally have a proper laundry line. Grumpy Bear is excited to have a proper workshop for all his tools.

So for now this still just seems like a dream.

12 Weeks

We made it to that magical 12 week mark & I still cannot believe I’m pregnant.

It was the same way when I was pregnant with Mr. Magoo. In fact it was that way until the day he was born – Grumpy Bear & I would look at each other daily & one of us would say in amazement “We’re actually pregnant!”

I distinctly remember shortly after his birth the three of us lay on the bed in quiet bliss. We looked at each other & just whispered “Wow – we have a baby!”

I always assumed that that disbelief that our dreams were becoming true was because of how long we discussed the “one day”. How many years we tried & yearned to become parents unsuccessfully.

But here I am once again in disbelief despite the journey being different this time around. After years of trying unsuccessfully to get pregnant you start to make other plans, to wrap your mind around the idea that it may never happen. But this time we felt certain it would happen. We knew it would take some time & probably would not be easy but it would happen.

So why does all still feel so unreal? Maybe it’s like this for everyone & the infertility is not actually part of it.

My First Meet

It’s been almost 2 weeks since the powerlifting competition I entered in Toronto. It was a good weekend overall, decent driving weather, a well behaved 2 year old, visiting with good friends & of course the meet.

Me! At the end of a very long day.

The day started off with, what for me is, a very early rise of 6:00 as I wanted to be on the road by 6:30. We had an hour drive in the snow to be there in time for weigh-in at 8:00.

After weigh-in we got settled & waited for the games to begin. Powerlifting competitions run with three lifts; squat, benchpress & deadlift. For each lift you get 3 attempts & to move on you must successfully make at least one of these attempts. Once you chose a weight you can go up on the next lift but you cannot go down.

Starting with squat was not a confidence booster for me. I struggle with hitting depth on squat (your thighs must break parallel with the floor at the bottom end of the lift). It took me a year to be able to get anywhere near deep enough & every training session it takes a lot of dynamic warm-up & couple warm-up sets of squats before I started reliably hitting depth. As well, the squat is what makes this a first meet for me (I had previously competed in 3 push/pulls – therefore no squat).

We had worked out my starting weight in advance & I felt confident with my opener of 170lbs but when I got on the platform I failed to meet depth. This left me nervous & I requested 170lbs for my 2nd attempt only to have the same problem which brought a landslide of advice from one of the judges & other competitors (it’s really a very supportive sport) which really just made me more nervous. Interestingly half of the women were in my position – first two attempts unsuccessful. The third lift had to be it or my day was over. It was with a giant sigh of relief that I saw those 3 white lights.

There are 3 judges & each gives either a white light for a good lift or a red light for no lift. You need at least 2 white lights for the lift to count.

Here I am getting set up for my first (unsuccessful) squat attempt. (I will have you know I debated a LONG time as to whether or not to post these pics of me in my little stretchy suit.)

The second lift of the day was the benchpress. This was the one that took the most time as along with the 5 flights of lifters there was an additional 6 flights of lifters who were competing in bench only.

My first attempt was 105lbs which I missed due to impatience. The judge gives you commands, when to begin, when to lift & when to rack. This means there is a pause with the bar touching your chest to ensure you have good control. The pause was much longer than I anticipated & I started to press before the command. My second attempt I took 115lbs for a solid press. My third attempt was 120lbs & didn’t leave my chest. I thought it was interesting that every single female lifter missed their last attempt.

Huh! I guess that 120lbs did come a little ways off my chest!

The final lift of the day (& my favourite!) was deadlift. I started with 270lbs then moved onto 290lbs & finished up with 310lbs. I was excited for the 310lbs as I had attempted this weight at the push/pull back in December & missed it thanks to my lousy grip. I’ve been working on my grip & felt confident about this number.

It was ugly - but I got up.

The end results of the day: I finished my first full meet successfully, I brought home a shiny first place medal for my weight class (guess how many in my class?) & pulled the biggest deadlift of all the women (that’s the part I’m most proud of).

Oh, all this while 8 weeks pregnant!