This or That?

You may or may not have heard of the game. You have a choice, this or that? Hamburgers or hotdogs? Coke or Pepsi? Survivor or Amazing Race? Cats or dogs?

Hmm....Cats or dogs...Well I have a problem...

This: A cat that has made my porch his home (I am making an assumption that he is a male for the obvious reasons). He sleeps on our comfy chairs, leaving his nasty cat hair all over them. I come home or open my front door to my home and notice that he is there....Enjoying himself on my porch. I have often smelt cat piss as I approach my porch. I know very little about cats other than they are laziness buggers. Never really liked them.

That: Our new neighbours have a dog (read: large mouse). This thing is small, probably cost them a bundle. This animal (I am sure that she is a female) does not bark. You know that high pitched shrill noise that an animal makes as if it were being hurt?...That yelping?...Well that's her bark. Constant, unrelenting, for no reason, shrieking. The first time I heard, I thought, oh the poor thing...Then I realized that's just her. I lost my empathy for that dog long time ago.

So on my cat infested porch, listening to shrill doggie noises, I made a choice. I Diane, have chosen this. I have chosen a cat above a dog. I choose cats. For those that know me, that is huge. For those that know my father, please don't tell him! I'll be excommunicated from the family.

So c'mon little yellow, white and black kittie....Diane's got a brand new toy for you...Its called a super soaker.

Does this register?

I did it.

I registered. I went to Toys R Us, Walmart, Zellers and a local baby store and found that Toys R Us had the best selection, but not necessarily the best prices; but anyways I digress.

I wasn't planning on doing this at all. I have no family here, no friends. I have my in-laws (who are wonderful and ecstatic about the first grandchild) and co-workers, but nothing I would count as a friend. This has been a constant source of sadness for me. I miss my family and my friends. Its not about the money, it really isn't. Its about the whole experience, dozens of women crowding my mom's home; many of whom I don't know; with food, desserts and presents in tow. There is tonnes of laughter, stories and predictions of the baby's gender. Its really cheesy.

I won't get that. I sat here at this computer for over 2 hours, registering lots of baby stuff, daydreaming and holding back tears.

I try to stay positive. We have been blessed. After almost 2 years of trying and at least one loss, we are having a baby. We have a home--complete with a mortgage! We have great jobs that we enjoy. We are healthy. We have also been financially blessed by Michael's family--that's how we got the home, so what if we have to shell out $1500 in baby gear. God is good!

I just want a party...Don't even get me started about my birthday....

Joining the Club!

See that band wagon over there, yep I'm on it. I decided since I have a lot of people who are apparently curious about my life, (read: my baby) so here it is.
I am pregnant. I am living away from all of my family, most of my friends. This tends to suck.
I live in a Trailer, down by the river, on the Indian Reserve.... sounds awesome eh?

Wanna know more....stay tuned!