Woe is me
1 November 2005, 07:44
Well, it’s 7.30am on Melbourne Cup Day and I’m feeling a wee bit sorry for myself. Woke up at 2am with a mutha of a cold sore. In my eye. Again. For the second bloody time in this pregnancy.
There is a better chance that the docs will give me zovirax for it this time as I was only 12 weeks preggo when it happened last time and they balked at giving it to me, so am off to the Ear and Eye Hospital once I finish my cuppa. Now I’m 28 weeks (today!) apparently the baby’s kidneys can get rid of the drug. Still pisses me off that I might need to take it, though.
Hope everyone had a smashing Halloween last night (tonight in the US, whatever…) I’d forgotten until I saw some high-schoolers trick-or-treating last night in my neighbourhood. I thought I’d crossed time-zones or something, it looked so ‘foreign’.
In racing news, not sorry I won’t be at the Melbourne Cup today. Predictions are for a 32 godforsaken degree (still 3 shy of the magic number) scorcher, so an army of simpering, pissed fillies parading around off their heads with skirts up their arses and hats destroyed by vomit and mis-fired champagne is guaranteed. Actually, I take it back, that’s one of the more entertaining things about Spring Carnival.
Ah the good ol’ days of getting shitfaced at the races. Loved it. But NOW I HAVE RESPONSBILITIES, DAMMIT! Anyway, my tips to win (because I’m such an expert at these things) are Mr. Celebrity or Eye Popper. So go bet your live savings on it. At least it can’t be any worse than the dude who put 1 million on “The Diva” to win…
Sorry, am feeling churlish.
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30 October 2005, 08:54
Dear Gleek from gleek.net fame knitted me this booties + hat combo for MiniMc (obviously, s/he can’t wear them quite yet). They are delightful. They are a rich aquamarine colour. She is very clever. I love them.
Big Trouble in Little Chinese Wives Tales
27 October 2005, 19:35
When I was in Cairns recently, Nick’s gorgeous (yet charmingly barmy) Chinese wife Coco told me about an old Chinese myth about a baby’s gender-predicting…
Apparently, in downtown Qindao, if your skin takes a turn for the worse during pregancy (like flaky, pimply etc. etc.) you’re having a boy, if it comes good and starts glowing like a shiny, happy person, then it’s a girl.
Trouble is, my skin has stayed pretty much the same (I am so boring). Vot could zees mean Dr. Spock?
Breathe in Now
25 October 2005, 07:25
So I went to the pharmacy today to buy a Ventolin. So I can breathe, you know. The conversation with the pharmacist went a little something like this:
K: Could I have a Ventolin please?
P: Are you pregnant or breastfeeding?
K: Yes. I’m pregnant [no, I’m just fat]
P: Have you spoken to your doctor about taking Ventolin in pregnancy?
K: Yes.
P: Do you use a preventer as well?
K: [what is this, 20 questions?] Yes.
P: [looking skeptical] Weeeeeeeel, you’re not supposed to use Ventolin in pregnancy.
K: Well, it’s a category A drug [that’s the way Kinki, hit ‘em with pharmaceutical jargon…] so it should be OK to take during pregnancy - the benefits outweigh the risks.
P: [still looks unconvinced]
K: Look, I either take the Ventolin or I die. Dying probably wouldn’t be good for the baby.
She sold me the Ventolin.
Happy Birthday 35 Degrees!
23 October 2005, 08:54
35 Degrees is 3 years old today! It’s been a heady ride and I’ve no intention of shutting up anytime soon!
Anyone who’s ever run a blog, particularly those who leave their postings up for critique/commentary, know that it certainly has its ups and downs. Special mention must go to some of my faithful web-friends who have supported my humble blog through the years and who have made all the criticism and occasional flames all worthwhile…
Husband Without him I wouldn’t be inspired to write everyday and wouldn’t have a MiniMc to blog about.
Pinku Tokyo-based Brissie girl who never lets me down. Can also be relied on to provide rousing Beyonce renditions at karaoke.
Gleek Very clever and kind New Yorker who sent me the most gorgeous booties and hat for MiniMc and is a constant presence on my postings.
Nick Husband’s cousin who has some very. strange. ideas.
Nicole Ever-present Sydney-based chicky-babe.
Bogue Always has good advice about bringing up the baby and has the cutest baby ever.
Sussy Melbourne chameleon who is the most voracious blogger I’ve ever seen.
Megha India-based lass who I’m convinced thinks I’m totally nuts.
Hammy Never short of a few words. Mostly sarcastic.
Gunnella My Icelandic friend and fellow Hitler’s-birthday-child.
Ferit Incorrigible commenter.
Frangipani Tokyo-based comrade.
Andrea from Canada who is completely nuts but don’t we love her for it…
[Hope I haven’t forgotten anyone! If I have, please blame it on Pregnancy Brain. I blame everything else on it!]
Of course, part of the journey is about making new friends and I appreciate every single (positive) comment everyone has ever left. It’s always encouraging to know that people take a certain amount of comfort/enjoyment in your stories/experiences.
Here’s to many more years of unfettered verbal diarrhoea!
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