
fortyish australian, lives in terraced house in north london with a 4 year old and a feisty but fading goldfish. reads far too many 'mommyblogs'. misses sunshine and blue skies and twisties. addicted to reading actual books, sleeping and the scent of roses in other people's gardens.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
What the fruit?

Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
And lo it was done. While M and I watched 'Planet Earth' on DVD, I was transformed into a diligent housewife. It was fun, and had a great result, but that might be it for me and housewifery for the moment.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Apparently my baby is now about the size of a grapefruit. Seemingly a grapefruit positioned cunningly to put pressure both on my bladder and the fibroid.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Hiccups
I think it's pressing on my bowel, and while I would normally massage my abdomen to relieve the feeling of bloat and wind, I can't because my hand hits fibroid too soon, and I am not massaging my fibroid.
Finally found another pregnant woman (obgyn.net) with a pedunculated fibroid, and she's not having a good time of it as her fibroid is degenerating (i.e. dying) and causing major pain. My fibroid already did that once a couple of years ago and then came back better than ever. Lazarus as fleshy growth.
This lady warned me of some danger signs which could lead to miscarriage, so I will also talk about those with my doctor, and a doctor replied to my post with some information about how s/he treats fibroids with 'red degeneration' which is common in pregnancy.
Forewarned is forearmed. This is rather scary, but it may never happen. I can deal with this discomfort, and probably worse, as baby and fibroid grow, for another (gasp) 25 weeks if need be.
And I will also find out about the antibody issue on Monday. Our miracle baby is going to be even more of a miracle to make it unscathed through all of this. I can't wait to meet him/her.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Things that have changed since I became pregnant
- Eating sometimes feels like a job - am I getting enough calcium/iron/protein...
- Fred the fibroid is on a major growth spurt
- I haven't had a full night's sleep since mid February, when I was ooh, about a day pregnant
- I am beginning to learn to love my tummy
- Belts are not my friend
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Question
Friday, May 02, 2008
Two scans down...
Secondly, whereas at the last scan (10 weeks, 3 days) I couldn't make out much on the screen at all - just hyper-magnified blobs as the technician whizzed around (while M could see the heart beating and everything - the scientist in him maybe?), this time (at 12 weeks) there really was was an actual little baby up there. Its legs were crossed at the ankles (just like mine when I lie on my back, I find it the most comfortable position), little hand moving up to its face and mouth every so often, and at one stage it turned its back on us. This is the first time the pregnancy has felt so real.
There is one little issue about antibodies which is of concern, but we don't have all the information yet, and I have this overwhelming feeling that everything is going to be just fine, so I'm going to go with it.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
I'm mega-worried. Almost makes me long for the days when you were just pregnant until you had your baby. No scans, no tests, just the happy surprise at the end. And I know I could decline this test, but if there is something wrong, even something non-life-threatening like Downs Syndrome, I would rather know so we can prepare for a baby with special needs. I think it's pretty normal to want one's baby to be as healthy as possible, and I know that if this baby is Downs, it has been since the moment of conception - it's not because of something I have or haven't done. That's a big thing with me - maybe it's Catholic guilt.
Whatever happens, we'll always have the magical moment where we discovered we were having a baby. That we could. No one can take that away from us.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Baby photos
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Waiting
Just a few snippets:
1. Prenatal vitamins, or rather the iron in prenatal vitamins, are the devil.
2. I'd love a little boy, but given my current obsessive predilection for old Britney Spears songs, I'm thinking there's a very girly girl in there somewhere.
3. I have never experienced this kind of yawning hunger before.
4. I wish I could sleep better. Feb 15 was my last good night of sleep. Which is not to say I don't feel like I could sleep forever. Surely the training for the sleepless, nappyfilled nights doesn't need to start this early?
5. That whole Chinese potty-training thing looks really good, if completely undoable in a London house. Or a London anywhere.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Watch out world
This is totally unexpected but welcome, as with my medical history (severe endometriosis) we thought that if we did ever try (which we weren't doing at the time) it would be an arduous, long effort, possibly punctuated by IVF or IVM. Nature had other plans.
There are no guarantees, but if it does work out, maybe I will be a
Thursday, March 13, 2008
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Priorities, you're doing them wrong.
(And I'm applying for citizenship exactly why?)
Sunday, March 02, 2008
REPOSSESSION
Down the long leg of the catwalker fishnet melts
to meshwork tobacco spittle. A black liquid garter.
Asphalt picks itself up – each scaly skin spread
between kerbstones is pulling free with a bass
pop. Every city suddenly a kicked nest of adders
coiling together into a spitting rope of pitch.
All along their spines household molecules un-
crack – hydrocarbon vertebrae whose Lego atoms
snap back into line in a chiropracty of electron-volts.
Cars at last cough up. Judder to a stop. Dig ignition-
deep to sputter swart apologies across the crisp white
shirts of their hosts. And every sump on its scrap-heap
bumps and boils its box-black kettle – rejoices openly
as through the stratosphere water-vapour and dioxide
recombine: weave fine mists of oil to drop charred
tapeworms of cirrus. Videos slime in the hand like
jumbo choc-ices. CDs in the rack pucker and shrink
to mushy black peas. Dentures gum up the works
jarred into toothless gaga. Those precise blocks
and avenues of electronics crinkle dark and
mediaeval. In the fast lane of the bowling alley
a caviar cannonball splashes ten full bottles of
devil’s milk – while those of the mobile who gas
this world down to its last nook into Porlock hell
shriek as they peel hot tar from lobes – Yes every
biro mothball racquet sags bleeds gutters
till the black string vest of tributaries resolves –
untangles towards tonsured ozone. Finally
we notice. On satellite-replays Presidents track
their sloed candyfloss economies writhing round
earth’s spindle – are caught on camera in black lip-
stick salve leaning to kiss the screen goodbye – and for
that moment the globe has a single gathering purpose
as a girl glances up from her fractions to witness
those filaments merge to a mother of twisters –
merge and rise and take her place. She watches
the whole black mass lift up and out into daytime
where it balls itself – steadies a wobbling edge
against blue to sling there its low fat circle. Crude
and glossy. She sees the birth of the full black moon
that lights our ways with dark.
Upholding standards
(And yes, I totally feel like some outraged dowager from the Home Counties, which is amusing for a girl from Brisbane, Australia.)
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Peak oil, people
I don't pretend to have a good understanding of this, but what I am becoming convinced of is that we are almost at the point of peak oil. We're almost there. Seriously. Estimates of peak oil range from 2012 to 2017, some up to 2035. I.e. tomorrow. For most people, driving a car (in its current form at least) is not going to be economically viable anymore (which gives me hope in terms of global warming), for everyone, prices of pretty much everything that requires transport are going to rise dramatically. Air travel is once again going to be the province of the rich, which again is great for global warming but leaves this little Australian high and dry. And wars will continue to be fought, even more desperately, for oil.
I hate seeing those emails that surface occasionally telling drivers to boycott buying petrol on a certain day to protest against fuel price rises. To me it completely misses the point. Yes, there are obscene profits being made, but people, we are RUNNING OUT of oil. The price is going to go up no matter what.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Give me a break!
