So 6 months have passed since I last checked in and what a 6 months it has been.
First thing is first, our house is amazing, we can walk to downtown, well we did in Summer, not so much now. Having the beach close by is amazing, we got far to used to dropping downtown for ice cream with the dog over summer. We’re really happy here as well as being able to look forward to new projects to make it even better. When my parents were over for a couple of weeks in August we really got to feel like this is our home, which yes, is an odd feeling with your parents in your house. Slightly awkward.
Mack (Macaroni, Mackadoodle) is great. Having cried like a small child watching Marley and Me last night, I get it. He’s a pain in the butt but I love him. He insists on eating everything he can reach when he’s home alone, or when we’re home but not around him, and boy, that dog can eat anything. He loves everybody and every dog. He wants to stop with everyone on the street to say hi as well as play with every dog and the park is his favourite place in the world. We’re there for at least an hour every day and I wouldn’t have it any other way, it gets me out walking every day and I’ve met some great people. Plus you get to play with peoples dogs and hug them without being the crazy lady in the street.
I’m officially legal with a green card, driving licence and all the trimmings. And just as I begin the horrible slog of job hunting, I found out I was pregnant. So yeeaahhhyy and ahhhh at the same time. All is well at 9 weeks, apart from being tired all the time, like persistent jet lag from terrible flights, and the grim nausea that hits around 4pm each day just as my wonderful husband gets home from work. Not so much the doting wife to come home too, however it will soon be over. Can I get an Amen for the calm of second trimester.
So with this new big step our family is taking I’m going to try and keep up to date slightly more, we can all hope.