I think the wedding plans are starting to come together. John and I rented all the items we need on our way back
from Sudbury and I managed to convince my father that renting a U-haul for transporting everything was a brilliant idea. He is so funny—he always wants to save a few bucks and must have thought the cost would be outrageous. He quickly changed his tune about the trailer he could borrow when he found out that the rental was only going to be a total of $80.00. I appreciate his help and his desire to keep things reasonable, but sometimes paying the money is necessary to get the result you are looking for. I now just have to ensure that the tables we need are secured. Again, he insisted that we borrow tables from here and there and this time, I thought it important to humor him even if it is at the expense of my stomach lining. I have the best dad on the planet even if he is a little neurotic sometimes. I am sure that Rowan will look at John and I think the same way. As you grow up, your appreciation for your parents changes. You see them as a constant when you are a child, someone you need and to lean on. 
In your teens, parents are simply embarrassing even though you love them in private. In your twenties, you can’t wait to see them because you’ve been away longer than you ever have and they are more than just a money source, they are comfort, they are home. In your thirties, you see them as human beings with all of their faults and wonder. But it isn’t until you are a parent (or preparing to be) that you see your mom as an angel and your dad as a saint for having endured everything that you put them through, for raising you to be the person you are finally proud of being. Hell, I figure the least I can do now in this time of insane pressure is let my dad have his way with the damn tables. He won’t let me down.
My parents have been fixing the yard up for the big day. It looks so incredibly beautiful to me. I am so excited about showing John’s family where I came from, showing them a part of my past and the environment that made me who I am. Being so far from home and my family and most of my friends has never been harder because I wish John could have the same sort of fun with my family that I have with his. It seems a little unfair at times.
On top of all of the wedding plans our family and friends have thrown 2 showers in our honour. We had a big shower here in Ottawa on July 5th. I got to meet a few more of John’s family members which was really nice. I was completely overwhelmed by the gifts and generosity. Mary, Hanan, Pauline and Lila did a wonderful job with the decorations and food and I believe everyone had a really
nice time. I decided to start a scrap book for Rowan with photos of all the things people have purchased or given us for him. It has turned out to be a lot more work than I had planned but it will be a nice memento for him some day…
My sister and Ana threw the next shower in Cambridge on July 26th. John and I drove to Margo’s with Hanan and Lila. Again the number 
of gifts overwhelmed me and I turned into a tongue tied sissy towards the end. I didn’t know what to say to everyone! I have included photos of the Cambridge photo here and will include others from Ottawa once I get them (they are currently on my dad’s camera).
Much like June, July has come and gone in a hurry. It’s hard to believe that I will be 8 months pregnant in a week’s time and that John and I will be married. I am looking forward to a quieter time, when I can just sit and imagine all of the things we are going to do as a family rather than constantly be worrying about my mile-long to-do-lists. While I would love for Rowan to appear a little early, I could also really use
3 weeks off work before he takes over our lives completely. Maybe then I would have the chance to clean up the living room that has been taken over by baby gifts left unphotographed…
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In your teens, parents are simply embarrassing even though you love them in private. In your twenties, you can’t wait to see them because you’ve been away longer than you ever have and they are more than just a money source, they are comfort, they are home. In your thirties, you see them as human beings with all of their faults and wonder. But it isn’t until you are a parent (or preparing to be) that you see your mom as an angel and your dad as a saint for having endured everything that you put them through, for raising you to be the person you are finally proud of being. Hell, I figure the least I can do now in this time of insane pressure is let my dad have his way with the damn tables. He won’t let me down.
nice time. I decided to start a scrap book for Rowan with photos of all the things people have purchased or given us for him. It has turned out to be a lot more work than I had planned but it will be a nice memento for him some day…
of gifts overwhelmed me and I turned into a tongue tied sissy towards the end. I didn’t know what to say to everyone! I have included photos of the 
3 weeks off work before he takes over our lives completely. Maybe then I would have the chance to clean up the living room that has been taken over by baby gifts left unphotographed…
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