Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in Chloe De Sousa's LiveJournal:

Friday, November 23rd, 2007
8:31 am	le update not that I have anything of interest to say, but I am getting tired of the livejournal thingy saying you have made 2 friends. children: 2 status: healthy husband: 1 status: I'll keep him job: 1 staus: I'll keep this one too - 10% off at the mall next door for employees on Dec 4. Yay! studying: not so much, must figure that one out... (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 7th, 2006
3:51 pm	Week 30! The human brain is a bizarre thing. or at least mine is, anyway. I have been looking forward to being in the '30' weeks as opposed to the '20' weeks since, well, when I started having problems 6 (six!) weeks ago. I can't believe I have been on hospital/home bedrest for 6 wekks. REally I should have very happy and peppy right now. But I am not. I think I feel worse than I have in sometime. Maybe it is because I was looking forward to this day so much, and really it is the same as any other day. Plus it is a beautiful Saturday afternoon in the early autumn. Nothing is as nice as Ontario in the autumn. Even the tiny little 'parkette'/dog toilet on our street is pretty. The squirrels are pretty. The raccoons messing up our garbage are pretty. And I am....inside. I have checked out some of the pregnancy livejournal stuff. It is very timesensitive, like if someone hasn't made an entry in a few weeks, they could have a baby in the NICU or no baby (oooooo) or be fine now. I must admit I dont want to hear about the chipper women whose doctors have taken them off bedrest. Mostly because I know that isn't going to happen to me until I hit 38 weeks in December. And my doctor doesn't think I will make it that far. A really nice friend of mine called this morning longdistance. She didn't know that I was still on bedrest and shewas wondering how I would be able to go through labour in my decondidioned state. It will make it harder I think. Mind you, compared to the last kid, I think it will be easier (assuming I deliver at a reasonable time). And on other news, I now weigh 191 pounds. woohoo! The baby weighs about 3.5 pounds, which is great. The Ultrasound on Thursday had only good things to say. So not much really. Bleah. Goddamn sunshine. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 4th, 2006
3:32 pm	My new favourite show I just watched the most (inadverdently) hilarious reality TV show last night - "Design Intern". It was AWESOME, like Project Runway without Tim Gunn. OK, I know what you are going to say, Project Runway without Tim Gunn is like Easter without the bunnies, but, just imagine if you will, when Kayne of Many Colours made that gawdawful papier mache/grade nine project of a dress, imagine if he had his model go down the runway in that montrosity? For nonfans of the show, Tim Gunn is the head of the design school Parsons, and a sweet sweet man who points out to designers when they are the wroooooooonnnnng track. And he saves them, time and again. So here is this very Canadian show (cheesy format, low dollar value of the prize) where these design school grads compete for a job interning at I guess a fancy design firm in Toronto. 2 teams of 6 each had to design a condo in 48 hours, complete with one of those dollhouse-looking models. Team A is very organized and together and puts a floating staircase smack in the middle of floor, and clear plexiglass walls between the 2 bedrooms. Tim Gunn would've looked at it and said "Hmmmm, I'm not really feeling it. It feels both exposed and small to me. You need to make it work". Team B went with a bizarre military theme, 'like a soldier on leave'. Because THAT is what resonates with the hip downtown Toronto condo buyer. So the guest judge was like "I HAVE to pick one? Both are awful" and the organizers/owners of the I guess fancy design firm/future employers were totally embarassed. I mean totally, so much so that the next day, they said "If this was real life, we would have fired all of you yesterday". Anyway, the 2 women who got cut were all like "I can take hard work and I can take criticism but they are just unfair and over the top and relentless". Uhh, I saw your work, and it looked like they were bang on. Plus, how long was it? 72hours? That is a bit quick to call someone 'relentless' isn't it? So I think we have a perfect combination of young, self-entitled pretty things, frustrated show leader/Nina Garcia types who have to deal with the YS-EPTs, and more interesting that I would have thought design tasks. Cool. Tuesday nights at 10 on HGTV. cds (wk29d4) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 3rd, 2006
3:13 pm	trying not to contract OK, I am now Wk 29 and 3 days. Me and the dog (who weighs 80 pounds) are in active negotiations as to who owns the couch. I figure since I paid for it, it should be mine. Goes to show that ownership does not always mean control. I have just finished watching Murderball which I downloaded from TorrentSpy. It's fun watching a documentary when you are totally cheering for the other guy. Go Canada Go! It must be very hard for the family members to watch. If you haven't seen it, Murderball is the old name for wheelchair rugby, or as it should be called "Bumper cars for crazy people". I agree with the Mom-type who said they should be wearing helmets. Seriously, there are some major wipeouts happening. I think watching my sister play wheelchair basketball was hard enough - that is also one crazy aggressive sport. I am not a superfan of regular basketball (or any sport, really) but both of these sports are more like smashup derbies. Which I guesss makes them cool, in a neanderthal type of chest-beating way. Anyway, speaking of Canada, there is like this huge underground Canadian prescence on the Internet. I think half the recappers on Television Without Pity are Canadian, and the same goes for Defamer (there's someone there who call himself a homojewnadian. You figure it out). Exciting news for today: our renovation foreman (we are doing the basement) (because that is the only way to get ready for a baby when you are working & going to school & have a 3 year old) (adds that extra flavour to bedrest, let me tell you) finalized the cost overruns, so far. An extra 14%, so far. We found out that the basement foundation is literally crumbling. Fuckety fuck. I mean, I knew that shit was OLD, but still...Anyway, so now he says, why not spend an additional 15% and do the following blah blah blah. We are so far in to this now, I figure, hey what the heck? I've already got one kid, we can sell this one. Although the foreman didn't think it was so funnny when I said that. these guys, no sense of humor at all. Hopefully not exciting new for the day: I feel exactly how I did, right now, like I did 5 days ago when I ended up being admitted to the hospital. I am trying to find my moment of zen, or something like that, to stop my uterus from progressing to full fledged contractions. Right now I am in the middle of a series of 'practice contractions' or 'Braxton-Hicks', and I have a bad feeling about this. i only stayed in the hospital for 1 day and everything settled down. Thank God bc the hospital is boring and stressful. Insane combination which renders me weak, clingly, and very annoying. Plus, I think I have experienced 1% of what one of the guys in Murderball felt. This guy is a new quad, and he is so excited to leave the hospital and get home, and when he does go back to his fully set up room, he's all cranky and depressed. Because home is totally a reminder of how crap his life is. I felt like that (in a very very very minor way) when I got home from the hospital last week. So I don't want to go back. that's all for now. cds (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 1st, 2006
11:03 am	bedrest, entry number one Well, here goes nothing. This is my first ever entry into anything online. I am not exactly computer literate, and i dont' even know if anyone will ever read this. Hell, I don't even know if I will be able to post this correctly. That said, I am writing this bc, well, I have time on my hands. Actually, in this exact instance, I DONT have time on my hands. I am expecting visitors in one hour, and I am not exactly fit to receive company. Plus, I have lost the dog. I guess she'll bark when they arrive. So, I have gone, in the space of a few days one month ago, from junior career woman who was a 'rising star' to house bound pregnant lady on bedrest. It sounds juvenile and petty to say that this wasn't it the cards but THIS IS NOT WHAT I PLANNED. I am tired all the time, I would kill to go for a walk with the above-named lost dog and I am so incredibly fed up I have more or less stopped returning phone calls (or taking messages for that matter). I am watching nearly every reality TV show, AND I actually looked a fashion photograph in Vanity Fair yesterday and thought "that jacket doesn't fit that model". And it didn't, the stance was wrong or it was a size too small or something. this, from a woman who has more or less confined herself to clothes that are a)conservative suit-like outfits b)not expensive. I guess that is what happens when you watch all 3 seasons of project runway in month, every episodes of 'what not to wear', a few of Project Catwalk, and now America's top Model. By the time they let me out I will be a 200pound fashionista. I am not joking. My current weight is 188 pounds. and I am not tall. Oh, I am also watcthing the Biggest Loser, and 2 excellent Canadian shows called Taking It Off, and X-weighted. Usually when I am eating chips. So for the record, I am now 29 weeks pregnant. I began bedrest at 24 weeks (with 5 days in hospital). I spent another 24 hours there this week. This was a more or less ordinary pregnancy until I started getting contractions for no known reason. I don't have any financial or marital problems other than the usual ones (honestly, WHY do men put wet towels on the bed overnight? Like, if you can't see the laundry hamper in the hallway between the bathroom and hte bedroom, leave the damn towel on the floor. I digress). I am writing this bc I am bored. I don't need advice or prayers or money (my mother has the first 2 nailed, and I am counting on the lottery for the last). But if anyone is in the same position, feel free to drop me a line. Or not. Nothing like doing nothing all day to make you want to do nothing. The End. Chloe (11 Comments |Comment on this)