Photo by Kevin
Photo by Kevin
I didn't blog Friday or yesterday.
Normally, this occurrence is met with a harassing text from a certain friend (you know who you are, woman!).
Yesterday, my lack of blogging was met with no less than 3 emails, 4 texts to my phone, a blog comment, and various phone calls and texts to Kevin.
Yes, I am still pregnant. If the baby had arrived, the world would know. When I had Ellis, Kevin had pictures on the internet within hours. This was before blogging, facebook and Skype.
Being stalked is an interesting, if marginally irritating, phenomenon I missed out on the first time with Ellis' 35 week arrival. I can not open the door without someone telling me they are surprised I am still pregnant, how enormous I am, or providing me with a prediction as to when baby will arrive. Which is normal, i know, but does everyone get it from 37 weeks? I thought this was a post-due date phenomenon.
Anyway, I haven't blogged because, I have nothing interesting to say (if you've read this far, you will know that already). You see, I have reached the "too big to move or do anything or leave the house" stage. And its rubbing off on Ellis as all he wants to do is play with his trains, paint, and chase his cats.
While he has been doing that, I:
:: I have watched more late night TV than I have ever watched in my entire life. For the record, Men in Black is better remembered than watched.
::I have been knitting...another Milo. I can now make the first 2 sizes without a pattern. I have given a fair few away and wanted another for our new baby. A snowy owl, as opposed to the brown owl we have already. I am making it in Sublime Organic Merino...it smells of sheep, which makes me endlessly happy.
::I have ordered this book, after seeing this. i had an amazon voucher that had been sitting around for months. The best thing about Ravelry has been the ability to see what patterns are in books that I couldn't normally get my hands on. As there are at least 6 patterns that I want to make RIGHT NOW. But I am trying not to build up too much of a stash of yarn, because well, I am running out of space and it would be nice to know the gender of teh baby before I make anything else. Though, I want to make something red. In bamboo. With matching booties.
:: Nesting is getting a bit ridiculous. I cleaned the bathtub at 3am.
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Boy, n.: a noise with dirt on it.
~Not Your Average Dictionary
When did my baby become a boy? Someone, tell me, because I seem to have blinked and missed it.
Dear Me,
Please remember, at the moments:
when you actually think that you may completely lose your mind and drop your (almost) 3 year old off at a rehoming centre,
when he stands on the bridge for 45 minutes refusing to either go forward or back,
when he fights every time he needs a change of clothes or nappy,
when he wants to listen to the same Thomas the Tank Engine audio book over and over all day long and calls Nina Simone, "rubbish",
when he, in the 5 minutes it takes for you to go upstairs and deposit a laundry basket on the bed, climbs up onto the kitchen counter, turns on the taps, overflows the sink, empties a full litre of milk onto the counter and is trying to climb out the window onto the rubbish bins,
that you love him.
That he makes you laugh.
That you miss him when he is not with you.
That he makes everything adventurous.
That he is very sweet and cuddly and will not always be so.
That his desire to help, really does outweigh his capability to create chaos.
That he is ridiculously cute.
and then put on Thomas (again), make yourself a cup of tea and remind yourself that the rehoming centre actually has been redeveloped into new houses. So, for better or worse, the two of you are in this together.
Love,
Your Self
Complex scenes are built and destroyed.
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Art happens...whether we want it to or not.
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Savage beasts are caged...at least temporarily.
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A few quiet rows are knit.
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Whilst taking out the recycling, my neighbour tells me, "I didn't realise you were pregnant. You look much better than you normally do. You'll have to get pregnant again right away." I respond, "Um, thanks?"
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Cups of coffee are welcomed with semi-open and sleep-encrusted eyes.
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And so, the day begins.
I just wanted to pop in and say hi and let you all know I am going to be light on the posting over the next wee while. Things are a bit hectic here and I need to focus on cooking this baby to at least the weekend (if not longer) and supporting the family through a few weeks full of deadlines. I also need to turn the computer off, as every niggle is getting googled and its not creating a very good head space for any of us.
Who knows, I may pop back in with some pictures every now and again, but for the meanwhile...
