Tuesday June 23rd 2009
We are waiting for our baby to arrive. We have been waiting 9 months and 1 day. I don't like waiting. I don't wait very well. On the exterior I display calm, internally I'm a complete wreck of excitement and terror.
We had some false starts to labour three weeks ago. We hoped it would be a sign of things to come. But it wasn't, it was just my body playing tricks on me.
So that explains the lack of witty posts and boring ramblings in recent weeks. I'm just consumed with day to day life and waiting.
Needless to say hubby will be posting photos from the hospital via his mobile to his blog. So do check in regularly with him to see what is going on. Just click on the link on my blog.
Now I'm going to bed and I will wonder as I snuggle under the duvet - will this be the night?
PermalinkFriday May 29th 2009
Is there such a thing as a normal pregnancy? What is normal? I read an article in a magazine yesterday which suggested that the NHS was under pressure to reduce the number of epidurals in order to hit a target of 60% 'normal' births. Normal is defined as one with minimal medical interference: no epidural, spinal, general aneasthetic, ventouse, etc etc. So I guess a 'normal' pregnancy might be one with minimal medical interference too.
But you only need to glance at any pregnancy internet forum to see quite what a bizarre range of symptoms one might expect in a 'normal' pregnancy. Pretty much anything counts as 'normal' as far as I can tell.
Thursday May 28th 2009
Oh dear. Many things wind me up. Let me give you a list.
- My son crying for no apparent reason.
- My daughter tormenting her brother for fun.
- People who overtake you on a roundabout by driving on the pavement.
- The way my arms and hands have constant pins and needles and have done for over 6 months now.
- People who drive in isolated fog on the A35 with no lights on at all.
- People who park really close to you in a car park and don't look to see that you have car seats on both sides of your car.
- People who park in parent and child spaces and are neither parents nor children.
- The way that even when you get to the bottom of the washing pile it only remains clear for a maximum of a couple of hours.
But what winds me up more than anything else are people telling me how in order to work full time as a parish priest I need to have a house husband.
There are many things to do on a bank holiday weekend. We, along with many other people, visited B and Q briefly to purchase some sand for our new sand pit. (See hubby's blog for amusing pictures.) We walked along the sea at Weymouth, we went to the playground, we sat in the garden and we went to a church fete.
It is amazing what passes as a social event in my child friendly country living social calendar. I was really looking forward to going to the church fete held in my parents' village.
It conjured up rose coloured images of my own childhood when I liked nothing more than running the hoopla stall at our church fete surrounded by my Sunday school friends. (Hmm - what good preparation for a future vocation!) Hubby was less keen and I don't think the twins expressed a preference, but we hopped in the car none the less and headed off.
Friday May 8th 2009
When I'd just started blogging I did a rant on honest parenting. My theory is that lots of people lie about how hard being a parent is. They declare that their children rarely fight, eat everything, never demand a biscuit or sweetie, sleep all the time and were potty trained in 2 hours! Of course, we all like to edit our lives a little. We all like to keep our reputations intact. If I had ever smacked P or K I'm not sure I would admit it at toddler group. But apart from smacking (which I haven't yet done and don't intend to) I'm prepared to admit to most of my parenting failures.
My current dilemmas include: fussy eaters, snatching girls and whining little boys.
Wednesday May 6th 2009
I don't really like ketchup very much. I only ever eat it with a burger and I don't eat them very often. I am not one of those people who ruins a perfectly good portion of chips by smothering them in red sauce. Mayonnaise is the only sensible thing to eat with chips in my opinion. But I have started letting the twins have a bit of ketchup or 'dip, dip' as they like to call it. I only pop it on their plates if they are having a ketcup designed dinner - fish fingers, chicken nuggets for example. They don't get it on a plate of roast chicken.
However I have noticed something interesting this lunchtime. There has been slightly less protest over eating vegetable because they've dipped them in ketchup. They've also eaten all their chicken and bread too. But does the evil of ketchup - sugar and artificial things - negate the benefit of broccoli and carrots I wonder? How bad is ketchup in the scheme of things?
Tuesday May 5th 2009
A relative of mine once had a girlfriend who always replied 'I'm so tired' when asked how she was. It drove many of us mad. In fact we weren't sure that she had any other conversation as once she'd told us she was so tired she would then shut up and we talked about something else.
Unfortunately it appears that I have turned into that girl.
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