Does not wanting to know counts as a valid reason for not ordering the recommended material relating to all things birth-related for antenatal classes?
I think I deserve brownie points for even booking the antenatal classes in the first place just quietly, even if I do intend to keep my eyes closed and my fingers in my ears the entire time.
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
A good reason to watch the news and/or pick up a newspaper occasionally
The weather reports.
It was a gorgeous start to the day when I got up this morning, and yet I looked out my office window a few minutes ago to see that what was a blue sky the last time I looked out is now several shades of black and it's bucketing down. This consequently brings to mind the two loads of washing I hung out on the line this morning before leaving for work, and the third load of towels which will now be sitting waiting in the washing machine to be hung out when I get home, all nice and clean and sopping, because it was going to be a beautiful day and I was going to get all my washing done today.
I also have to go up the road at lunchtime, wearing clothing inappropriate to the weather conditions and without a jacket because why? Yes. It was going to be a beautiful day.
Poop.
(Yes, I'm all about the big issues in this blog)
It was a gorgeous start to the day when I got up this morning, and yet I looked out my office window a few minutes ago to see that what was a blue sky the last time I looked out is now several shades of black and it's bucketing down. This consequently brings to mind the two loads of washing I hung out on the line this morning before leaving for work, and the third load of towels which will now be sitting waiting in the washing machine to be hung out when I get home, all nice and clean and sopping, because it was going to be a beautiful day and I was going to get all my washing done today.
I also have to go up the road at lunchtime, wearing clothing inappropriate to the weather conditions and without a jacket because why? Yes. It was going to be a beautiful day.
Poop.
(Yes, I'm all about the big issues in this blog)
Oh, come on now, that's just RUDE
I went to kick the husband last night, and I couldn't (don't worry, he's perfectly used to being kicked, and he always deserves it).
Seriously, could not.
I made a swing and only managed to get my leg about a foot and a half in the air. Which of course made the husband pee himself laughing, which made me make a more concerted effort, which again, failed miserably, by which time the husband is really quite out of control and I probably should have just stabbed him.
I did find that if I brace both feet, lean right back on a secure surface such as the kitchen bench to keep vaguely stable and kind of upright, and lift my leg up reeeeeally slowly, I could almost get him on the back of the thigh. If I tried really hard and we had about half an hour spare, I could definitely have at least got him in the knees. If he was to stand perfectly still to receive the kicking. And, really, he needs to give me a bit of a hand as well.
Gutted.
Children really do change your life.
Seriously, could not.
I made a swing and only managed to get my leg about a foot and a half in the air. Which of course made the husband pee himself laughing, which made me make a more concerted effort, which again, failed miserably, by which time the husband is really quite out of control and I probably should have just stabbed him.
I did find that if I brace both feet, lean right back on a secure surface such as the kitchen bench to keep vaguely stable and kind of upright, and lift my leg up reeeeeally slowly, I could almost get him on the back of the thigh. If I tried really hard and we had about half an hour spare, I could definitely have at least got him in the knees. If he was to stand perfectly still to receive the kicking. And, really, he needs to give me a bit of a hand as well.
Gutted.
Children really do change your life.
Sunday, 7 September 2008
The coolest present EVER
Cuinn's first coffee cup from Uncle Andrew, Aunty Ruth and Cousin Amelia.
Wicked.
We're not going to talk about the kiddly tool kit including a METAL HAMMER from Pop and Uncle Alex. Especially not after pulling up in a street in Grey Lynn the day after receiving it and seeing, rather prophetically, a little boy of about 3 wearing his hard hat, tool belt and gloves from an identical kit beating the hell out of his front fence with his metal hammer. I have visions.
Wicked.
We're not going to talk about the kiddly tool kit including a METAL HAMMER from Pop and Uncle Alex. Especially not after pulling up in a street in Grey Lynn the day after receiving it and seeing, rather prophetically, a little boy of about 3 wearing his hard hat, tool belt and gloves from an identical kit beating the hell out of his front fence with his metal hammer. I have visions.
Tuesday, 2 September 2008
Things you know you shouldn't confess, but do anyway
A funny thing happened today.
I was looking for something at work, and said search led me to the bottom drawer in my desk which I don't go into often at all. Obviously.
In there was a jacket. A brand new jacket with the tags still attached. That I'd bought, ages ago. And forgotten about. Completely.
Woopsy daisy.
The thing is, I've never done it before, but obviously in a shopping frenzy (oh, no, not that. I have shopping frenzies plenty) I'd bought this jacket on impulse (and on sale incidentally, if that makes it better even a little bit? No? No. Didn't really think so), thought it was the coolest thing out but knew that I would be roasted alive if I took it home and tried to convince the husband of said coolness, on the basis that jacket it was, practical it certainly was not, and I didn't have the money to spend in the first place, so I stuck it in my drawer on the basis that I'd take it home in a couple of weeks.
Except I didn't. I forgot all about it. Which is really embarrassing, even for me.
Plus there was the slight problem in that I was looking at it now, in my drawer, thinking I'm never going to wear that. What I actually want and need is an anorak of some description and although the jacket in my possession fell into the 'of some description' category, it was a complete waste of money. I sincerely doubt it was even waterproof.
So. Dilemma. And what is a Ginger in a dilemma to do?
Stick it on Trademe and cross everything that the evidence disappears in the most financially acceptable way possible.
And bless, it did. 10 minutes and the same amount I paid for it later, I was free of the jacket, and able to admit my folly to the husband (had to - he'd have seen the emails! or the Trademe account or goodness knows what, he seems to have ways that I haven't figured out yet).
What a day!
I did find another jacket at lunch time though which is perfect ...
I was looking for something at work, and said search led me to the bottom drawer in my desk which I don't go into often at all. Obviously.
In there was a jacket. A brand new jacket with the tags still attached. That I'd bought, ages ago. And forgotten about. Completely.
Woopsy daisy.
The thing is, I've never done it before, but obviously in a shopping frenzy (oh, no, not that. I have shopping frenzies plenty) I'd bought this jacket on impulse (and on sale incidentally, if that makes it better even a little bit? No? No. Didn't really think so), thought it was the coolest thing out but knew that I would be roasted alive if I took it home and tried to convince the husband of said coolness, on the basis that jacket it was, practical it certainly was not, and I didn't have the money to spend in the first place, so I stuck it in my drawer on the basis that I'd take it home in a couple of weeks.
Except I didn't. I forgot all about it. Which is really embarrassing, even for me.
Plus there was the slight problem in that I was looking at it now, in my drawer, thinking I'm never going to wear that. What I actually want and need is an anorak of some description and although the jacket in my possession fell into the 'of some description' category, it was a complete waste of money. I sincerely doubt it was even waterproof.
So. Dilemma. And what is a Ginger in a dilemma to do?
Stick it on Trademe and cross everything that the evidence disappears in the most financially acceptable way possible.
And bless, it did. 10 minutes and the same amount I paid for it later, I was free of the jacket, and able to admit my folly to the husband (had to - he'd have seen the emails! or the Trademe account or goodness knows what, he seems to have ways that I haven't figured out yet).
What a day!
I did find another jacket at lunch time though which is perfect ...
Monday, 1 September 2008
If only I could remember how to upload a video
I heard perhaps the coolest song cover ever in the history of the world today, but I can't for the life of me remember how to get a video to where I can upload it.
Crap and Bollocks.
Ah, well.
You Tube.
Chris Cornell.
Billie Jean.
Go. Listen.
'Tis uber cool.
Crap and Bollocks.
Ah, well.
You Tube.
Chris Cornell.
Billie Jean.
Go. Listen.
'Tis uber cool.
Half way
The kiddly residence in its 20-week glory.
Here's hoping I can still fit in the camera frame at 24 weeks.
'scuse the chubby looking arms. I'm pretending they're purely a product of their stripey background.
Here's hoping I can still fit in the camera frame at 24 weeks.
'scuse the chubby looking arms. I'm pretending they're purely a product of their stripey background.
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