First official craving...
1 September 2005, 07:24
Roast lamb.
For breakfast.
I don’t really like roast lamb.
No-one sells roast-lamb for breakfast in the CBD.
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30 August 2005, 21:16
That’s the problem when you have a blog – you write something remotely worrisome and next thing you know, you have friends and rellies breathing down the other end of the phone in a mad panic, quizzing you (actually husband) about what on earth is going on!?!? Kinki. Learns. Lesson. No rabbiting on about stuff unless she has a definitive answer. Or perhaps learn to shut mouth a bit. But definitely appreciate all the love and concern – I really am an insular, self-absorbed little shit.
After my last so-journ into minor-complication land, I am happy to report that everything is AOK. I have a borderline low-lying placenta, which can cause bleeding and means, if it doesn’t move away from the cervix before I pop the nugget, then I’d need to have a caesarean ‘cos the placenta can’t come out before said nugget. Happily, in 90% of cases, the placenta floats to the top of one’s uterus before that glorious day. Sigh.
Oh obstetrics schmetrics – there’s so much to learn and only another 5 months to do it in…
19 weeks today, oh glory be. Am even starting to show! Although my girlfriend who’s just popped out a couple of twins (ahem, just the one set) surmised I was only 12 weeks… guess that will teach me for being such a toned and terrific wonder-mama-goddess type person. Or not.
What else is news – still having pesky headaches and attempting to find a GP I actually like. I’m not Melbourne-born see, and haven’t grown up with a family doctor and good ones seem very thin on the ground. Perhaps I’m just an acute fuss-pot but every GP I’ve gone to see has either been condesending, incompetent, unpleasant, vague or just plain weird.
Luckily, I rarely go to the doctor for anything important so it’s never been an issue, but I’ve been summarily informed that I need to find one and super-quick because apparently you cannot have a child and not have a regular GP. I think it must be classified as child-cruelty or something. Schmeck…
The GP I went to last week when I needed a referral for somethingorother, launched into a diatribe within 5 minutes of me entering her office about the Birthing Centre and what a bunch of non-interventionist hippies they were and that they gave me “inappropriate” advice (in response to the midwive’s “wait and see” approach at 12 weeks to my spotting). Interestingly enough, the Doctor in Emergency (a medical practitioner and not a midwife) gave me the same advice when I first went in, but she didn’t have anything to say about that. Oh, no.
Not sure why she couldn’t keep her opinions to herself. Apparently I need a good solid education about something…
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27 August 2005, 09:36
[Calm amongst] Chaos… Click to enlarge in Gallery
Waiting..... Waiting.....
24 August 2005, 08:47
So I decided to go back to Emergency last night to see what the f is going on with this spotting business.
I got to the hospital at 5.30, saw a triage nurse right away, then got to see a doctor 3 hours later, at 8.30. 3 hours. Categorically the longest I’ve had to wait for anything. Except a husband.
I don’t necessarily mind waiting for 3 hours, as there were a few women who stumbled in after me, clearly in pressing need of a doctor, but I was the only one waiting for 3 hours and no-one bothered to give me an update.
I was also starving as hell and all I had to watch on the big waiting room TV screen was Neighbours and The Simpsons. Torture me, why don’t you…
After all the waiting, I saw a doctor who examined me, gave me a 2D ultrasound to make sure MiniMc was still alive and kicking (affirmative, captain) and said I had to come back tomorrow (ahem, which is today) for an ultrasound and some more tests. Blimey.
Permanent Link | Comments [1]The Good, the Bad, and the Very Ugly
20 August 2005, 17:19
... what am I gonna do when I’m not pregnant anymore? I can’t possibly be expected to live without all this attention, all these kind gestures, all the love…
A (virtual) stranger, Gleek has offered to make me baby knits, lovely cards and flowers have come in from friends and family (no, this is not meant to make you feel guilty!), people at work have insisted they will be much nicer to me now I’m pregnant (hmmmm, I feel a cunning aside…) and my web family (ahem, you) have been gushing in their congratulations (and if you haven’t, I’d like to know why).
Thanks Sam!
Yup, being pregnant sure does have its upsides. It also has its downsides – like. blood. They carry on about how wonderful being up the duff is ‘cos you don’t have your period for a whole 9 months, but forget, of course, about the incessant nose bleeds and if you’re me, the spotting and yesterday (sorry, am about to gross you out) blood in one’s vomit. Ick. Am sick to death of blood. I strained so much over the bowl yesterday that I burst blood vessels around my eyes, so I now look like a red-freckled raccoon. This is not pretty.
MiniMc is still behaving itself though, which is somewhat maddening. You think it’d be making its presence felt so I could take solace in the fact that all these things are happening for a reason. Like giving life and pumping blood into its tiny form. But. Unreasonably. No.
On the plus-side I went maternity clothes shopping today, and quite miraculously, at the non-maternity stores, I was having to get an XS, which, for someone like my giganticness, is a conundrum. Buy an M all my life, get thoroughly up the duff and, lo and behold, have to buy a S or XS.
What is going on? Has the world gone mad???
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14 August 2005, 14:47
Faux
Finally. Kinki’s entry for 26 Things – July 2005 is finally UP and primed for critique. It goes without saying that only favourable comments will be accepted (only joking….... sort of…)
26 Things is a photographic scavenger hunt presented by sh1ft.org. Lists go up every few months, so check it out if it’s your thang…
Sunday
Nothing much has happened on the Project Baby front. My tummy has actually gone down in size – how that happens I’m not entirely sure…
I think I’ve begun to feel MiniMc moving around. It woke me up the other night, with a weird poppy, gurgling sensation in my lower abdomen. Then again, it could have been because I was on the precipice of a tremendously satisfying fart.
Baby
I have been shopping in preparation for MiniMc’s arrival because there’s just soooooo much shit you “need” once you pop out the morsel. I was very amused to buy a baby hat that had emblazoned on the bag “Keep away from babies and small children”. I had a wee giggle in the shops at that one, until Husband pointed out that the warning referred to the bag, not the hat. Pregnant….
Stamp
I’m still such a novice. I need a map & baby-crap glossary when I waltz through Baby Target, I don’t know what half the things are. What the hot diggety is a “pilcher” I ask you? And what’s the difference between a portable cot, a bassinet, a stroller, a pram and a cot? Do you need them all?
It’s all just so damn confusing…
Click here for the whole 26 Things – July 2005 shebang
Genki desu!
12 August 2005, 08:07
I have been surprisingly energetic since MiniMc pitched a tent in my womb.
A question I get a lot is “How’s work”, said with a terribly concerned air, as if the rigours of an office job are enough to send any pregnant woman to the couch and into the arms of Rikki Lake and Geoff Janz cooking shows.
Truth is, work’s great. When I had the 24/7 sickness, my colleagues managed to distract me so that I didn’t need to barf all over them. I wasn’t grumpy or churlish at anyone as long as I got my 45 minute nap in the afternoon (we have a basement “Breakout” space where we can go to meditate, sleep etc. etc. – working for a Bank is really quite dandy…).
Second trimester, the genki-trimester, is not letting me down either. I go for a half-hour walk every day at lunchtime, through the streets of Melbourne, and have a 10 minute power-nap at my desk. I do fade around 5p.m though, but then I am quite quite busy making eyelashes and toenails and dealing with all that wee swishing around in womb, you know…
Have also started buying baby “stuff” for MiniMc and I gotta tell ya, I’m dead sick of looking at yellow. Makes me want to find out for sure what sex we’re having (no, I’m not going there…) so I can get sick of looking at blue or pink for a change. We want it to be a surprise, but I really don’t think I have the consumer strength for it.
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10 August 2005, 08:08
...have decided my headaches are due to exponentially expanding bosoms weighing me down and pulling me southward. Husband loves new rack but I’m beginning to feel like Busty Betty in a nurses uniform.
I went and bought a 14D from the Myer sales a month ago and have already grown over it. I dont’t mean to harp, but they’re frikkin’ massive and they weren’t a trifling size to begin with…
Only 24 weeks to go before I start churning out udder milk for real.
What the hell have we done?
Freaky
8 August 2005, 07:45
Husband and I took friends of ours out to dinner on Saturday night, to the very lovely Moroccan Soup Bar in Fitzroy North.
That day, I was reading a review of the restaurant online and it mentioned that every night one lucky diner got their meal gratis, just to spread the love around. As I read that, I thought – “that’s gonna be us tonight. Don’t know why, but it’s gonna be us and it’s gonna be because I’m pregnant.”
[Just keep in mind that I’m not showing yet really, and the pot I’ve achieved could be excused away with tales of late-night creamcakes.]
So we rock up (place is packed) and Hana, the owner, goes to great pains to get me a comfy chair. At the time I thought that was a bit strange, but never look a gift comfy chair in the leg.
We feasted on vegetarian moroccan delights (their chickpea bake is so to-die-for, I have wet dreams about it. But then I am pregnant.) and at the end of the meal go up to pay…
Hana says “one of your meals is on the house tonight…” (see, told you) ”... you just need to give [the love] back to someone who needs it in your travels”. Kawaii, ne!
She then looks straight at my tummy and says “and good luck with everything”. I looked at her funny (hell, I look at everyone funny) and asked “Can you tell I’m pregnant” (I guess, as opposed to “Can you tell I’m a fat gourmandising piglet with donuts for specs?”)
She swears, “No…”, winks at Husband and then says “and you’re going to have a girl.”
Well bugger me with a fishfork. I was a bit freaked out by that. Not only am I not really showing (I keep saying that don’t I?), I was wearing my big comfy poncho so you couldn’t even see my tummy.
Sheesh. What is it with these fancy African fillies, and where can I get some?
Permanent Link | Comments [5]It's just emotion that's taking me over....
5 August 2005, 08:22
MiniMc is doing bizarre things to me. I didn’t cry during my ultrasound, but I virtually sobbed with happiness when Uchenna and Joyce won the Amazing Race.
I find myself thinking random thoughts, such as “I couldn’t possibly send my kids to Northcote High – their uniforms are purple and yellow”.
And I’m a hell of a lot less tolerant (read: infuriated) about things I’d usually be only slightly annoyed at. Things like people who sit next to you on the tram who insist on pointedly reading over your shoulder whatever magazine you happen to have open. The ones who think it’s quite OK to invade your personal space and are not even surreptitious about it. Once, this guy was doing it and everytime I turned the page, he would s.i.g.h d.e.e.p.l.y with an injured air. Honestly, get your own f&#@kin magazine, moron. Get one so dear pregnant Kinki does not have to clobber the f&#@k out of you. Oh dear, really must stop saying f%^&k.
It stops me from enjoying the read and I always rush through so they can’t get their hooks into a particular page. I am particularly enamoured with the obvious deep sighing readers, whose enjoyment I am snatching from them by flicking hurriedly through, who, once you’ve “finished” the mag, ask if they can read it.
F@$&U*@(&T@R#$@$x%x(_%k!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Better.
Permanent Link | Comments [5]Duckgirl
4 August 2005, 07:54
I am Duckgirl. Only 15 weeks preggo but already I have begun to waddle. My hips are really sore from MiniMc squeezing its ample butt (hmmm, must be child of mine) into my pelvis. At night, I can’t lie on one side for long, before my hips and back start to ache. The only relief is lying on my back, which I understand is rather taboo once you hit the magical milestone of 15 weeks. During the day, I shuffle from side to side with Duckgirl precision. And I haven’t even really started to show yet.
Oh enough whingeing already, I should be enjoying my pregnancy. And I AM, but still v. surreal. That pesky light bleeding continues unabated, accompanied by feral headache which, no matter what I do (and I think I’ve tried everything) I cannot shake. If anyone has a remedy that doesn’t involve ibuprofen, a lobotomy or prancing around naked by the full moon wearing only a loincloth and monkey mask, I’d like to hear it.
No, my whole life doesn’t revolve around being pregnant… let me see, there’s… yesterday…. hmmmm… oh yes, last weekend Husband and I went for minibreak in the country. We went out for dinner at a gorgeous old converted schoolhouse (“Penny School Gallery” in Maldon) and Husband cheekily announced to our dining neighbours (whilst I was tinkling in the loo) that I was pregnant (he’s so excited you see, can hardly blame him).
When we went to pay our bill at the end of the night, the owner asked me “Are you expecting”? My response? “Expecting what?” Ah, the vague heaven that is pregnancy brain…
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