girl.meets.farm: Good omens

Monday, October 8, 2012

Good omens

Being over 40 and pregnant can be a nerve wracking time. Sometimes it's best to simply ignore those folks who tell you horror stories "just so that you are informed" - and instead to keep thinking positively.
Today on my way into the doctors office for my ultrasound, I had a lovely omen that things will be just fine.
The sun was peeking through a crack in the roofline, and made a heart shaped sunbeam on the wall. It was fleeting, but powerful.

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SophieOctober 9, 2012 at 7:54 AM
Dearest Susan, everything will be fine, you are a healthy person with a happy heart surrounded by a ton of love, your little baby fireman will be wonderful! I have Zoe at 42 and she is just amazing. don't listen to the naysayers. big big hugs, sophie
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GirlOctober 11, 2012 at 5:02 PM
Thank you Sophie! I love to hear encouragement from other "mature mums". :)
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SuzanneOctober 22, 2012 at 12:37 PM
What a lovely omen!! Now it looks like XX in there to me, is that a girl??
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How it All Began...

In the beginning...

I am a girl, a city girl. A girl who has spent the last 15 years riding downtown city transit, and smelling exhaust fumes as I drink my Starbucks latte on my trek to the office. I am a city girl who loves the ballet, the opera, and the wonder of the theatre. I am a girl who adores the smell of hotdogs from street vendors, and the sound of buskers earning spare coins on the corner.

Quite sometime ago, I made the move to the suburbs. A land of station wagons and minivans. A world of neighbours who offer to help shovel your driveway, and grocery stores that still have bag boys. I became a suburban girl. I took the train into the city, caught up in the morning rush of commuters. I learned to like the big box stores, with their endless choices of merchandise, and the grocery stores as big as football fields with their promises of low low prices and their sea of colourful produce.

But then, almost 4 years ago, I met a boy. And deep in our hearts, we had a wee bit of country. It started with a shared love of country music, and cowboy boots. We took long drives in the countryside, and began to adore the tall maples which line country laneway's.

Over time, that wee bit of country in us began to grow. And so it began. The search for a farm. After a 2 year search, we found one. I am going to share our adventures with you here dear reader. So that you can laugh along with us on this crazy transformation to being farmers!