I’m not normally a numbers girl, but something about portraying my life in numbers works for me. So – tra la, tra la – I’m joining Greta from GFunkified for My Life in Numbers:
2 – the number of children I have
1 – the number of times I’ve been in labour
1 – number of C-sections I’ve had
1 – number of VBACs I’ve had (wahoo!)
349 – the approximate number of pickles I ate during my first pregnancy
12 – the approximate number of pickles I ate during my second pregnancy
290 – the number of diapers we’ve changed since Ethan was born
129 – the approximate number of hours I’ve spent playing Lego with Connor
4 – the number of medications I was on during the worst of my PPD breakdown
1 – the number of medications I’m on now
16 – the number of years I’ve been addicted to sleeping with white noise
2 – the number of solo backpacking trips I’ve done
3 – the number of times I’ve attempted to jump out of an airplane
1 – the number of times I’ve actually jumped out of an airplane (the other times were thwarted by weather, not fear)
0 – the number of tattoos I have
3 – the number of piercings I have
1 – the number of piercings I used to have and no longer have because HolyMotherofGod it hurt and I had to get my dad to remove it so I didn’t have to go to the emergency room
2 – the number of schools I went to between kindergarten and Grade 12
48 – the number of people in my high school grad class
3 – the number of siblings I have
2 – the number of half-siblings I have
0 – the number of grandparents I have who are still alive
3 – the number of half-marathons I’ve run
2 – the number of degrees I have
3 – the number of languages I know
17 – the age I was when I first met my husband
14 – the number of years my husband and I have been together
8 – the number of years we’ve been married
1 – the number of dogs we have
1 – the number of fish we’ve owned (RIP Gilligan)
47 – the number of times a day I tell Connor to be gentle
27 – the number of times a day I wonder if my slightly antagonistic relationship with Connor is scarring him for life
22 – the number of months I’ve been blogging
12 – the number of months we’ve lived here (almost to the day)
32 – the number of days until my 39th birthday [Edit: my husband has informed me that I'm actually only 37. Huh.]






























That’s quite impressive. However, I suspect the Lego hours is more like 540.
I don’t know… I’m trying to count honestly and I really only play for a few minutes at a time.
Haha! There are certain ages that I sort of just…skip over, too. I think 27 was one of them. We have a lot in common! The degrees, the siblings, the schools. I’m dying to know what the super painful piercing was, and what languages you know. I studied Spanish in high school and Italian in college. Now, I can only pick words out here and there with both of them. I love that you did this!
Love this list! I’m happy I stumbled upon it, thanks to Blogher on Twitter. I may have to make a numbers list of my own!
I forgot to put anything about running in mine. Now I want to edit it. Ha! I like how these lists help us get to know each other in a more concise manner. Thanks for sharing your numbers!
I nearly wanted to guess the number of diapers I’ve changed since the baby was born but backed away from the thousands.
I regularly think I’m older too. I wonder why?
I take 6 different medications…twice a day…so I beat you…wait…this isn’t a good competition. Damn.
Love you.
I think the funniest part of this whole post was you forgetting how old you were.
I’m not even 30 yet and I do that all the time. When we were at the hospital last week, I actually had to look at my bracelet to remember my age. LOL
Jumping out of airplanes? WHOA!!!!
Oh man, the number of hours playing Legos amazes me sometimes. My son likes to sit back and give me directions on what to make and how to make it
I’ve loved reading these posts!
I love this list! I’m a fellow white noise addict who sleeps with a fan blowing no matter what, all the time … and congratulations on your VBAC. What a story from your husband’s point of view – wonderfully told (that’s what brought me here). xoxo