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Pregnant feet in Fiji 11 October, 2007

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Feet in Fiji, originally uploaded by hossum possum.

Two years ago my parents took me on a holiday to Fiji. It was beautiful and relaxing and I had a wonderful time. I went snorkeling and visited a reef that was recovering from being nearly destroyed two years earlier. I went on a scary bus ride with a mad driver on the twisting, winding road in need of repair.

I was 22 weeks pregnant on that holiday, so all the fancy cocktails I ordered were made without alcohol. Not quite the same but it was fun pretending. It’s probably needless to say that my feet haven’t looked this good since that holiday.


What I’m looking forward to 18 February, 2007

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I’m looking forward to a lot of things after this pregnancy is over.

  • A new baby, of course!
  • Finding out whether said baby is a boy or a girl.
  • Being able to sleep on my back.
  • Being able to sleep on my front (eventually).
  • Being able to roll over in bed without it feeling like a major event.
  • Going for a run.  I’ve been doing a lot of walking lately, but I’d really like to feel the wind in my face again.
  • Not having to get up every hour to pee.  Sure, I might have to get up every hour for the new baby, but that’s something I can pass off if I need to – nobody else is going to pee for me.

Thirty eight weeks 10 February, 2007

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I am now in uncharted territory. I’ve never been this pregnant before. Strangely it makes me feel a lot more zen. The end is near*.  It better bloody well be.  I cannot continue to take getting only four (five if I’m lucky) hours of sleep a night, prelabour contractions that get my hopes up, feeling like I’m going to vomit all day long, and every damn person asking me if the baby is still sitting tight every damn day.

*I started writing this two days ago and I was feeling pretty good.  Now I want to curl up in a hole.

One plus one always equals two 27 January, 2007

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I consider myself a fairly intellegent person. I think I am especially good at maths. So one would wonder why I continue to check my pregnancy calendar at least once a day.  (Today’s tip: This is a good time to purchase nursery items.) Surprise! I’m still 36 weeks pregnant. Just like I was this morning.

Nesting continued… 27 January, 2007

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Guess who’s oven is now covered in a white foam that is working relentlessly to remove six years of baked on grease and grime?

That’s right.

Nesting 26 January, 2007

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This is what I did today:

  • Scrubbed the tiles in the kitchen;
  • Cleaned the inside of the kettle (how does something that only boils water get so dirty inside?);
  • Cleaned the underneath of the overhead cupboards;
  • Washed all the containers that sit on our kitchen bench;
  • Cleaned the front of the dishwasher;
  • Folded and sorted the gender neutral baby clothes by size;
  • Vacuumed and cleaned out the car.

Now if that list isn’t enough to convince you that I am nesting (or going crazy, take your pick), here’s the clincher: if I had oven cleaner (there’s a hint to how unusual this is for me), I would have cleaned the oven. I almost sent my husband back to the supermarket to get some after he’d just returned with a bag of groceries.

But perhaps I’m not really nesting. Because if I was I would have sent my husband back to the supermarket, or attempted to clean the oven without any oven cleaning product, right? Hmmm… nope, I’m pretty sure if I tried that I would just be crazy.

Happy New Year 1 January, 2007

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I am having a baby this year! In less than two months! Holy crap. I am at a point now where my worry about how I am going to manage having two kids is almost as forefront in my mind as how much I hate being pregnant this time around. Almost. The fact that the toddler has suddenly started spending much of the day screaming is probably attributing to my turnaround.

We have two problems with the toddler. One, she’s now tall enough to be able to see on top of the dining table so she can see all the cool stuff, like our wallets and keys. Two, her memory is developed enough now that she remembers where things are, for example where we keep the chocolate and other goodies. We have had tantrums in the last couple of days for (i) deciding that she had eaten enough hand cream and taking the tube away from her (new development, she can open the lid!), (ii) deciding that she had eaten enough marshmallows and ignoring her persistent (and damn near constant) “ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta” while standing in front of and pointing at the lolly cupboard, and (iii) deciding that it really isn’t a good idea to let her play with coins, especially once she starts putting those tiny five cent pieces in her mouth.

On (iii) I spent a lot of time later that night wondering if I was a little slow to take away the coins when the toddler woke up screaming and appearing to have stomach cramps. Luckily there has been no sign of shiny, silver metal at nappy changes.