a post about that time I DIDN’T KNOW I WAS PREGNANT… FOR ALMOST 6 MONTHS! Ulcerative Colitis.

didn't-know-i-was-six-months-pregnant

Well the title says it all and I think I’m gonna have to change the name of this blog site to ‘live a great WILD story’ ………omg.  i’m at the point where I can now laugh [a little] about this all, in the place of the initial tears and disbelief.

I guess there’s no need to explain why I’ve been MIA from this blogsite again. it’s been quite the mental journey these last 11 weeks working through all the thoughts and emotions of life’s latest curveball. This is my story:

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All good things must come to an end?

I’ve been working on this next post for a week now… I just can’t seem to find the right moment to get out the right words. This is all that I’ve managed so far………. 

last Friday:

I hate that line or idea,  ‘All good things must come to an end.’

…maybe to make room for bigger and better things?? actually, scrap ‘maybe’ and instead, YES!: bigger and better things ahead.

My Friday night is not going at all how I intended. I should NEED to be busy getting my casa Kitson ready for my renters come this Sunday! can’t believe it’s Friday already!!?! where has the time gone. slow down, life!! Right now I need to be cleaning, filling the holes in my walls + painting, packing up the last bits of things + selling more shit. and this all has taken a backseat. Instead, I’m sitting on my empty living room floor, listening to music and having a bit of a pity party for myself. more like a big pity party if I’m being honest. there are tears and wine involved, so pretty sure this night’s going downhill from here.

goodbye-abode

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LOL. a ridiculous post brought to you by my inappropriate-moment-of-the-day.

I cannot. stop. laughing. and this probably isn’t even funny at all and I’m only laughing (still) cause of the wine……….

this is what happened: I just answered my front door looking like THIS:

take-me

to a tall dark and handsome french man. wearing a shirt that says ‘TAKE ME’ and a pair of BOOTY SHORTS. with a wine in hand, of course.

GOOD HEAVENS. LOL. {insert monkey-with-hands-over-eyes-face-here}

and at that moment  I had only had ONE glass of wine. so not sure I can even blame this embarrassment on that. actually, I’m really not that embarrassed. maybe more like entertained by the ‘jenna-ness’ I guess. typical me…

who answers the door looking like that? how it didn’t occur to me to look in the MIRROR I’m standing in front of, that is right next to the front door. lol lol lol. my hair looks the SAME WAY it did on my last post for crying out loud.

AND on top of that, the first thing that came out of my mouth was (he had a little munchkin with him): ‘ I wasn’t gonna open the door but I saw you’re cute lil’ girl.’

Can you say, CREEP?!! what I meant was (and in hindsight I should have explained to him) was that I don’t ever answer the door to strangers. (cause if he was a man by himself, he couldaa been a killa)

an.y.waaay….

the #handsomefella, turns out, is my neighbour a couple doors down. (#142 in case my boyfriend ever breaks up with me lol!! (just kidding babe)) and he was coming to tell me that my garage door was OPEN. geeze louise jenna. get your shit together.

so. thank the good good Lord for him! cause I most definitely would have gone to bed with it open. thank you thank you THANK YOU. (I am forever grateful for people that take the time to do the simple (yet big) acts of kindness)

and this ‘Take Me’ shirt… I’ve never worn before. so of course the one day I decide to throw it on…lol..

it’s been in my drawer for probably half a year, thanks to my boyfriend ;-) ….not a good shirt to give your girlfriend when you’re not around haha (he lives in Arizona)

lol. The shirt isn’t bad. but the overly-friendly/crazy-drinking-wine-lady ‘complimented’ by the booty shorts and wine in hand just puts it over the top for me in this situation. (I think he thought I was nuts). but I am grateful for the laugh.

AND. the only reason I was wearing these damn short shorts in the first place is because all my summer clothes have been packed away! these are my sleeeping shorts. we had a BEAUTIFUL fall day today and I was doing some work outside and I got hot :)

cleaning-my-patio

 

so I guess the one good thing about this post is i’m showing my commitment to blogging.

I really am sticking around this time.

wink + a smile,

-me

 

Healing is about creating change I choose.

Today/right NOW(!) marks the first Monday morning of 51 more to come (!!!!), where I get to decide how to fill my time for the week. and that time, I am certain, will be filled with more meaningful, fulfilling moments + HEALING. which means waaaay less stress, personal + professional growth, more dedication to this blog + did I say HEALING? being well well WELL. ‘doing my shake-my-booty-happy-dance.’

and knowing this all makes my cup of coffee taste that much better!!!

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today marks ONE FULL YEAR that I’ve been in remission. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

never in my #colitislife have I achieved that milestone. never before have I gone one full bleepin’ YEAR.

Holy POOOOP.

this calls for a dance party. and a glass of wine! ha. just kidding. better not push the envelope. I did have a whole bottle of wine and lots of cheese this past Saturday. insert monkey holding hands over eyes face here. i’m caught in an eating-my-feelings vicious circle. or it’s more like a tornado. Continue reading “today marks ONE FULL YEAR that I’ve been in remission. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)”

one ingredient fermented bread.

breakfast for #colitischamps right here. Minus the bacon. Sorry not sorry.

Poached eggs… nothing but the best from Nature’s Farm. Happy to say they are a local farm from Steinbach, Manitoba ♥

And the fermented bread! Easy peasy to make. and I say ‘one’ ingredient cause salt and water don’t count ;-) (real salt..not that fake / processed crap. and filtered water.) here’s the recipe: pinned on my ‘Bon appetite!’ pinterest board.

bye for now, my loves.

going to eat more food………………..

 

Indulging tonight.

This is what I call a #colitishealthfail.

But it’s Friday. Friyay. And it was gooood. So there’s that 🤷🏻‍♀️

and at least that’s one of my homemade grass-fed beef patties. That counts for something, right?

Happy New Year and no new flare!

Happy 2018 peeps. I am already so thankful to this new year. It hasn’t brought me a flare. nor an unexpected guest IN TO MY BED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.  about this time last year, life was a big fat WTF!!! [read all about it]

but aside from that crappy January, looking back at 2017… it was a super great year. this is what happened:

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great deal on Ascenta NutraSea HP High-EPA Omega-3

here’s my PSA for the year! I just came across a new online health store this morning (yay) and right now it’s 30% off their entire store!! type in FEST30 at checkout. (not sure how long the deal will be on, but my guess it won’t be long) … Continue reading “great deal on Ascenta NutraSea HP High-EPA Omega-3”

‘grow through, what you go through.’

this post is going to read like chaos. cause that is how life has felt for the last long while. or maybe it’s more like an intense overwhelmingness. I dunno. all I know is that soooooo much has happened this year. so so much. a TON of good. but since September I’m feeling like life has been testing me and teaching me some harder than normal lessons.

the last 4 weeks in particular have been intense. game-changer / ‘time-to-make-some-changes’ intense.  I am truly amazed that I am not in a flare right now because the stress has been out of control.  I don’t think, ever in my life, that I’ve felt so mentally + emotionally + physically overwhelmed all at the same time over such a long stretch. and there are some people I’d like to blame for that. but I cannot. because at the end of the day, I am responsible for everything that happens to me. and it’s up to me to not give other people the power to control my thoughts and actions.

If I do not go in to a flare shortly, then VSL#3 and chicken feet are saving my life.

colonoscopy first thing tomorrow morning so we will see what my guts tell mr doc. man.

praying.