Farewell 2009 - Welcome 2010

Happy New Year!!

Here's a picture of something extraordinarily beautiful


Hopefully we'll start treating her a bit better in 2010

picture borrowed from here

Merry Christmas


picture from here

Not such a big wuss after all

While Boyfriend is happy to admit that as a Dr he always think "crazy person" when he sees the words "needle phobia" in a patient's journal, he also acknowledges the fact that there are very few things that make me hyperventilate, fidget and restlessly walking up and down. Needles is such a thing - petting a pigeon would also make me do that but that is a situation I can guarantee I'll never be in. That would make me a "crazy person".

So Boyfriend sent me this link to make me feel a bit better about myself as I absolutely hate feeling weak and useless. And whadd'ya know?! I'd kick Manny Pacquiao's ass!!

That's right! One of the best boxers in the world!

Catching up on my Z's

In the flat we used to wake up every night to the blue lights and sirens of the police cars whizzing past on the other side of the river. After a while you sorta got used to it and it didn't bother us. We were efficient and used it as a reminder to get up and pee or just fall back to sleep again.

In this house.... Man, it is quiet. No police cars, no super-bright streetlights and no drunk people walking home along the river chatting to mates about the "rad" night, no girls screaming at their boyfriends/girlfriends or just being drunk going "whoop whoop whoop".

I have discovered that I sleep sleep sleep and only wake up for a wee if Stampe is using my bladder as a football. It's truly amazing how lovely it is to just sleep - all the night through. It's kinda like home. I bet we can even keep the windows open in the summer and not hear a thing.

Who would have thought it?

In Which I Tell You What They Won't

Make sure you've got a Boyfriend/Partner/Someone who really loves you because there is another thing about being with child that really, really could put your relationship to the test.

Flatulence.

Yes, I know. It's not a very nice subject and I won't have it discussed anywhere else than in this blogpost. Ever.

Picture borrowed from this site

I don't know how may times I've seen Sister Act
and I guess I don't really care.

I love it!
I'd be absolutely delighted if I
could go to London
and see the musical.
But.
We are very busy and
before we know it
it'll be time
for the wee one
to "pop" out.

Maybe another time.

In Which I Never Learn

Last time I had to have my bloods taken (part of this whole pregnancy thing) I was scared sh**less and had nightmares for days/weeks. Boyfriend's no help as he's a Dr and being used to needles and that crap he kept telling me about the size of the needle, the tube, how they'd drain me etc etc. Not nice. And it turn out to be a walk in the park or as we say where I'm from "en piss i Nissan".

Anyway, I had to go to the midwife to get a note to officially prove to my job that I am knocked up. The expanding tummy and maternity clothes are clearly not official enough... So off I went and while I was there the midwife said she thought I looked a bit pale.

"Pale"? I'm a blonde and I have quite fair skin and add that to the fact that this sh**hole of a country never sees the sun. Hell Yeah, I'm pale!

But this could also mean I could be anaemic and that is not a good thing so "we'd better run some tests."

"Run some tests? As in blood? From my arm? As in now? I'm just here to get a form signed. I didn't book for bloodtests!" - But then I got a bit cocky as last time was a breeze so I sat in the chair and out came the needle, the rubber band around my biceps and..... I zonked out.

Yep, it's official. I am a sad sad wuss and I deserve it for being so cocky and opting to sit up rather than lying down..

So I had some quiet time to rest and was later picked up by Boyfriend who just shook his head and giggled evily before we went to Ikea as we had planned all along - a bit of fainting ain't stopping my evening shop at the Motherland store... I'm tired now though.

Filthy Animals

If you've followed my blog and/or life then you'll know that I hate pigeons. I absolutely detest the foul beasts. Anyway, Am watching Houston SPCA on Animal Planet and a pigeon hurt itself on something and was quite badly injured. And what do they do?

They operate on it (amputate its leg), have it go through extensive rehab to see if it can manage without a leg and then they send it to a foster home!!!

I am sorry, but that's a waste of money. Yes I am biased as I don't like pigeons, but would they treat a normal wild rat to the same treatment instead of putting it down?! Noooo, they would not. I'd like to use the word "hypocrisy" here.

Ouch

Am I the only one who's surprised that Berlusconi hasn't been beaten up before?! I was certain it'd turn out to be a wronged husband or a father of one of the teenage girls he's been "hanging out" with, but apparently not. And now poor Berlusconi has got a really bad headache, which is something I'm sure his [soon to be] ex-wife just got rid off.

In Which I Tell You What They Won't

I know I said I'd try not to make this into a "preggie" blog but I feel it's my womanly duty to tell you about few of the things no one else will tell you. Yes, I am VERY happy about my baby and nothing could change my mind but there are things that are probably forgotten after giving birth or selectively remebered or maybe it's some kind of secret agreement not to talk about these things to ensure pregnancies are entered into thinking it will all be a cuddly, lovely and magical time.

Again, it is all of those things but it's also mixed up with some other not so pleasant stuff. I'll tell you about some as and when they happen. I'm a bit behind as I've now been pregnant for some time and will reveal a few at a time - just to make sure I don't frighten you too much.

It really hurts when the baby kicks you in the liver.

Sleeping on your tummy is something you can only dream about.

Proud of not having to pee every 5 minutes? Forget it! You might
as well name the loo itself. That is how
much time you'll spend on it.

--- there will be more, count on it ---

It's 20.00 and I'm off to bed

I don't want to make this blog into a pregnancy/baby blog but it's difficult not to as it's such a big part of our lives and to be honest my life isn't really exciting so I haven't got much to write about anyway.

Boyfriend's come back after a weekend of music/gigs and God knows what else they got up to. I didn't like being on my own, at all. It's usually something I look forward to as I'm not always the most social person and sometimes it's just nice to be alone and do what I like and have a meaningful and intelligent conversation [with myself]. But not this time.

So when Boyfriend came home yesterday I told him that it will be a looooong time before I let him leave me alone for so many days (he also went to London last week for an exam so I was alone for 6 days/7 nights*. And early this morning I actually enjoyed hearing him snore but that wore off after 10 minutes and I went back to the normal routine of me kicking his shins to get him to move.

It really is nice to have him back home.

*Good movie btw.

A Close Call

The other day I stepped off the bus, walked in to an open cafeteria and bought a hot drink to go. Walking towards work I had to stop as I all of a sudden felt like such an adult. There I was, pregnant, in my maternity jeans, stepping off the bus, being a commuter after having recently purchased a house in the suburbs, buying a hot drink while walking to work.

That is something an adult woman does. "Holy Crap!" I thought while standing like an idiot on the side walk. But then I relaxed and realised that it's ok. I am not a complete adult. My hot drink to go was a hot chocolate with whipped cream with chocolate sprinkled on top.

Saved. Phew!

In Which I Bore You

Miss E was lovely <3 and kind enought to give me this award and who am I to not graciously accept and divulge 10 things about me. Well, 10 things that may or may not be interesting, I assume "not".

1. I am scared s**tless about giving birth but I'm sure I can do it if so many millions have done it before me.

2. I am one of those people who could easily get drawn into some weird religious sect without being particularly religious. I'm fascinated by their "togetherness". This is something I am acutely aware of so I stay the hell away. And because I'm not really into the idea of the leader abusing his (let's face it, they're usually men) authority by having sex with whomever.

3. I have a select few Harlequin/Mill & Boon novels (cheesy romance) at home that I can read again and again. They are, for some reason, comforting and to mention quick and easy to read.

4. I keep making up plans/schemes on how to lure Boyfriend to Sweden. I know it's not very likely to happen but it's a safety/sanity thing.

5. I would loooove to get married on my family's farm in a nice simple country wedding.

6. I'll always miss my dogs and horses but I still wake up crying from missing Maja

7. Boyfriend is aware of the fact that if he ever EVER were to do something nasty (i.e. cheat etc) I'd not only kick the shit out off him, I'd also make him suffer socially, delete all his music, break all his records and guitars, destroy his website and use his email to really embarrass him. Would I be a bitch? Hell yeah!

8. I stress about everyting and everyone, especially my family. I don't know may who'd wake up after 9 hours of restfull sleep with a pulse of 96. I do.

9. If I like I movie, then I can watch it over and over again sometimes several times a month.

10. We haven't ordered our sofa yet so I'm sitting on our futon/sofabed and my arse hurts depsite all the "padding".

See! Told 'ya.

I nominate "my" lovely girls; Miss Agentbarbie, Miss Agent Polarbear and Miss Emilie