![]() In other baby related news, I finally felt comfortable enough to go out and purchase some maternity tops of my very own (a special thank you to Amanda for the ones you have donated that have helped get me through to now and to Kristie who spent HOURS shopping with me!) and I took my first official "baby" bump photo.though to be honest I think the baby is still all in my pelvis so this is more like my pre-pregnancy starting out comparison type photo. Holy walls and walls of choices for EVERYTHING! It is a little daunting in there really but we did see some cute things and we found a crib we both think is beautiful (I will put a picture below for your enjoyment and admiration). It feels so real, like there really will be a baby for me at the end, and it is a little crazy to try to wrap my brain around that! Eric and I are becoming a little more comfortable in our belief that this pregnancy is going to work out and so we even took a stroll through the local Buy Buy Baby to browse baby stuff. If I hadn’t met Crazy Al and gone on that drive in the woods, I might not have my happy song.OMG, the heartbeat was SO easy to find and SO loud on the Doppler this morning which must mean my peanut is getting bigger, LOVE it! I can hardly believe I have actually made it to the official start of the second trimester. We spotted him another time making a speech to some people in the town – about what I don’t recall. I like to bumpity bumpity bump on a bumpy road with you driver#The bus company called the taxi company to bring us to our intended destination, and the first cab driver to arrive was Crazy Al. Once, while on a tour bus in Banff when our bus had a minor accident with a car. We saw Crazy Al on at least two more occasions. Thirty seconds later, we see the village and my boyfriend and I, with smiles on our faces, breathe relief and gratitude for meeting Crazy Al and getting a most memorable (and ultimately safe) ride home. Song stops, repeat again… a moment later, we blast out of the woods and are back onto the main road. We’re driving, he’s talking and singing, we’re laughing. The song stops – Al hits repeat and it plays again. We then make a quick, modest plan of escape if we have to, then we immediately put those thoughts aside and put our attention back to Al, and let go and enjoyed the ride. My boyfriend and I lean close and speak, discuss the possibility that this guy may actually be crazy and is taking us to the woods with sinister intentions. We’re speeding through the woods and my boyfriend and I share a look of more than caution, but rather of potential danger.Ĭrazy Al keeps talking loudly over the blasting music and the bumpy road – bumpity-bump, bumpty-bump – we’re flying now. Out blasts this song from my childhood Matthew Wilder’s “Break My Stride.”Ĭrazy Al turns the light on in the cab of the car so we can see each other. He makes another turn down a gravel road and hits play on the CD player. “Well, okay,” we resigned to the trip, since he’d made the turn already. I explain to my boyfriend what four-by-fouring means, and while we are discussing our decision, Al turns off the exit ramp in the opposite direction of the village. Me: “Uh, right now?” I thought he was in a hurry. Near the end of the 45-minute trip to Lake Louise, as we approached the exit ramp, Crazy Al blurts out, “Do you want to go four-by-fouring?” My boyfriend had a harder time understanding him than I did, for his English level required slower, simpler speech, and every few minutes I had to explain to him what Crazy Al was saying. I was too young, naïve, and ignorant to grasp what he was saying though. “Let’s go, I’m in a hurry!” We were thankful to have a ride at that time of evening in the middle of the Rocky Mountains in February.Ĭrazy Al loved to talk, and at that time, the term conspiracy theory kept coming to my mind as he talked. The driver said, “Hello! Where are you going?” We told him. I took the back seat while my boyfriend took the front. MEET CRAZY ALĪn SUV pulled up and a guy jumped out and came around to the back door to move some things aside and let us in. Years later, when I was 21, my then-boyfriend and I were hitchhiking back home to Lake Louise from Banff. I probably didn’t understand it, but it stuck in my mind. I’m not sure if I particularly liked the song at that age. I remember hearing it on the radio quite often when I was home with my mother helping her bake bread (she used to let me poke holes in the dough, then eat little bits of it). Mine comes from early childhood, in the early 1980s. WHAT’S YOUR HAPPY SONG? IS THERE ONE IN PARTICULAR THAT LIFTS YOUR MOOD? DISCLOSURE: This post may contain affiliate links. ![]()
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