What a looooong weekend.
Headed to Canada Wednesday night and arrived at 2am. The baby decided it was time to wake up and play until 3:30. Great way to start a little vacation right? Yeah, things just kind of went that way several times.
Thursday we got up and went to breakfast with her sister and sister's baby daddy, her dad and his wife. It was my first time meeting her dad in person (we'd chatted on Skype before), and I should have been nervous, but I am a considerable upgrade from her sister's boyfriend.
We ditched her sister and then tried to The Diefenbunker, but didn't realize you needed reserve a spot on a tour and would have to wait 3-4 hours (of course). So we parted ways for a bit and met up later for dinner and the Busker Festival. The night ended with the conspiracy against me getting poutine. Seriously. How the fuck does a restaurant run out of curds in Canada? Aren't there laws against that?
Friday started off with the ultrasound. Baby is healthy and active. It looks like the placenta has moved and is no longer previa. Yes, we know the gender. No, we're not telling yet. Then we went back to the Diefenbunker for the tour and learned some interesting things:
- In the event of a nuclear attack, anyone sent to the bunker could not bring their spouse - including the PM. World is ending, and the PM can't bring his wife? He must have really hated her.
- When they decommissioned the 58 bunkers across Canada, they tried to sell a bunch off. According to the tour guide, one buyer was a chapter of the Hell's Angels. Oops. Realizing the error of their ways, the government tried to buy it back. Originally sold for next to nothing, the government spent $4M to buy it back. Not wanting to deal with that again, they just sealed all the others and basically abandoned them.
- There is a data center on the tour that only has two legally decommission photographs of it.
- Cold War era nurses uniforms are sexy
Friday night my hands start itching badly. Benadryl start going down like tic tacs...
Saturday was more running around and trying to get ourselves organized for RatedPG's wedding. Hives start breaking out on my palms. Second box of Benadryl purchased.
Sunday morning is the wedding, and it is pouring. Did I mention it was an outdoor wedding? Did I mention khoos and I were photographing it as our gift? I should mention that the lighting inside the chapel where they moved the ceremony to was fucking awful. Between the two of us, there were over 1000 pics taken and large chunks of the ceremony were thrown away because the lighting was awful or people kept blasting away with the flashes on the cameras and blowing out the shots.
NOTE!!!! - If you're at a wedding and the photographer is posing shots, do not snap flash pictures or move in front of the camera. One day, one of us may kill you.
Sunday night my hands were so swollen that I was trying to sleep with ice packs in my hands just to get some relief. The webbing between some of the fingers actually started cracking. Monday morning we went to the clinic, paid $60 TOTAL for my visit, was seen within 10 minutes and given a prescription for prednisone, which has given me almost total relief. Mock the Canadian socialized medical system all you want, I got seen for less money, for a longer time and faster than I do at my own doctor back home - without an appointment.
Driving home was a nightmare. We go across in two cars because they treat us like criminals if I try and bring Kath across in my car without a visa. She can come in for 6 months at a time if she comes across with Canadian plates, but if I try and drive her across then I'm obviously trying to smuggle in an illegal alien.
Almost two hours they held her up because she had the baby's passport, but not her birth certificate showing that she is T's mom. They called me, asked me a bunch of questions and then held Kath up for over an hour after than searching the car, making her fill out paperwork, etc. Yes, U.S. Border Patrol, the pregnant woman with the U.S. Citizen baby is a threat to national security. Assholes.
Finally got home at 3:30am, passed out sometime shortly after 4am and was at work before 10. If there is an opposite of Snoopy's happy dance, that is what I'm probably doing right now.
{edited to add}
The hives may be a result of what I had last year when I was hospitalized with the reaction to the medication I was on. We're thinking that because I was sweating and burning fat, that I may have released something stored in the fat causing the reaction. I'm going to bring it up with my doctor.
Headed to Canada Wednesday night and arrived at 2am. The baby decided it was time to wake up and play until 3:30. Great way to start a little vacation right? Yeah, things just kind of went that way several times.
Thursday we got up and went to breakfast with her sister and sister's baby daddy, her dad and his wife. It was my first time meeting her dad in person (we'd chatted on Skype before), and I should have been nervous, but I am a considerable upgrade from her sister's boyfriend.
We ditched her sister and then tried to The Diefenbunker, but didn't realize you needed reserve a spot on a tour and would have to wait 3-4 hours (of course). So we parted ways for a bit and met up later for dinner and the Busker Festival. The night ended with the conspiracy against me getting poutine. Seriously. How the fuck does a restaurant run out of curds in Canada? Aren't there laws against that?Friday started off with the ultrasound. Baby is healthy and active. It looks like the placenta has moved and is no longer previa. Yes, we know the gender. No, we're not telling yet.
Then we went back to the Diefenbunker for the tour and learned some interesting things:- In the event of a nuclear attack, anyone sent to the bunker could not bring their spouse - including the PM. World is ending, and the PM can't bring his wife? He must have really hated her.
- When they decommissioned the 58 bunkers across Canada, they tried to sell a bunch off. According to the tour guide, one buyer was a chapter of the Hell's Angels. Oops. Realizing the error of their ways, the government tried to buy it back. Originally sold for next to nothing, the government spent $4M to buy it back. Not wanting to deal with that again, they just sealed all the others and basically abandoned them.
- There is a data center on the tour that only has two legally decommission photographs of it.
- Cold War era nurses uniforms are sexy
Friday night my hands start itching badly. Benadryl start going down like tic tacs...
Saturday was more running around and trying to get ourselves organized for RatedPG's wedding. Hives start breaking out on my palms. Second box of Benadryl purchased.
Sunday morning is the wedding, and it is pouring. Did I mention it was an outdoor wedding? Did I mention khoos and I were photographing it as our gift? I should mention that the lighting inside the chapel where they moved the ceremony to was fucking awful. Between the two of us, there were over 1000 pics taken and large chunks of the ceremony were thrown away because the lighting was awful or people kept blasting away with the flashes on the cameras and blowing out the shots.
NOTE!!!! - If you're at a wedding and the photographer is posing shots, do not snap flash pictures or move in front of the camera. One day, one of us may kill you.
Sunday night my hands were so swollen that I was trying to sleep with ice packs in my hands just to get some relief. The webbing between some of the fingers actually started cracking. Monday morning we went to the clinic, paid $60 TOTAL for my visit, was seen within 10 minutes and given a prescription for prednisone, which has given me almost total relief. Mock the Canadian socialized medical system all you want, I got seen for less money, for a longer time and faster than I do at my own doctor back home - without an appointment.
Driving home was a nightmare. We go across in two cars because they treat us like criminals if I try and bring Kath across in my car without a visa. She can come in for 6 months at a time if she comes across with Canadian plates, but if I try and drive her across then I'm obviously trying to smuggle in an illegal alien.
Almost two hours they held her up because she had the baby's passport, but not her birth certificate showing that she is T's mom. They called me, asked me a bunch of questions and then held Kath up for over an hour after than searching the car, making her fill out paperwork, etc. Yes, U.S. Border Patrol, the pregnant woman with the U.S. Citizen baby is a threat to national security. Assholes.Finally got home at 3:30am, passed out sometime shortly after 4am and was at work before 10. If there is an opposite of Snoopy's happy dance, that is what I'm probably doing right now.
{edited to add}
The hives may be a result of what I had last year when I was hospitalized with the reaction to the medication I was on. We're thinking that because I was sweating and burning fat, that I may have released something stored in the fat causing the reaction. I'm going to bring it up with my doctor.
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she hit me at 35 mph without touching the brake, i had the rear window rolled down on the truck and didn't hear anything, not even a tire squeal.