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Mar. 23rd, 2010

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Cabbie's tweets for the day


  • 11:42 Hey long time no tweet. Been busy. Girl monkey is around all the time these days. She's also much fatter. I think she's going to lay an egg. #

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Dec. 17th, 2009

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Caution: may contain octopus

This news story has the funniest octopus video ever:

“After turning the shells so the open side faces upwards, the octopuses blow jets of mud out of the bowl before extending their arms around the shell - or if they have two halves, stacking them first, one inside the other - before stiffening their legs and tip-toeing away. … The octopuses eventually use the shells as a protective shelter. If they just have one half, they simply turn it over and hide underneath. But if they are lucky enough to have retrieved two halves, they assemble them back into the original closed coconut form and sneak inside. “

I love the finish as well. I've had nightmares like that...

Dec. 10th, 2009

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Beginnings and endings

This morning my sister in law gave birth to her second daughter. She was about a week overdue, and then yesterday afternoon texted us to let us know she thought she was in labour. It was all very exciting. Then, around 1am this morning we got another text announcing the baby was born.

Call me grumpy (and also call me pregnant, exhausted, and insomniac to get the full picture) but I probably could have waited till the morning to find out. Sure, we went to sleep wondering how she was doing, but we were asleep, you know? We weren't hovering near the phone or pacing the floor, and we already knew she was having a girl. (I'll certainly wait till the morning to tell people.) But I understand, this is immense, it's wonderful, we're so happy for her, so we went, "Aww," and tried to go back to sleep. Which in my case involves a lot of tossing and turning and trips to the toilet. (Do I need to go? How about now? Dammit, how can I need to go again?)

I could definitely have done without the second text an hour later with a photo attached. Yep, it's a baby! Looks pretty much the same as the photo of her friend's baby she showed me on the weekend! Look, I am just not maternal. I am really hoping that everyone who says it's different when it's your own is right, though on the other hand I don't want to turn into a squeaky babytalking ball of goo, I do that enough with the budgie as it is.

Shortly after the second text I realised that crap, this is going to be us in less than four months, and I told Dave, and then neither of us got anymore sleep. This is why my phone doesn't make a noise for texts.

But I am really happy that baby girl Name To Be Determined is with us at last, and I'm really looking forward to going and seeing her tomorrow night. Hey, at least there's someone for me to watch and learn from over the next few months because seriously, about babies I have no idea.

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And then this morning I got an email from a good girlfriend. I've known her for almost 12 years, we met when I did Jenny Craig and she was my consultant, and I used to distract her when I hadn't lost any weight by talking about books. We haven't seen much of each other in the last 8 years, after I moved to London in 2001 we discovered we were both really crappy at emailing, but I still consider her really close. In 2003 I was her bridesmaid, I came back for it specially, and I was so honoured that she chose me over people she'd known longer and spent more time with. She was my bridesmaid earlier this year, and then she moved straight up to Queensland with her husband. I couldn't get mad at her because hey, I went across the world, she was still only a few hours away.

Anyway, over the last couple of months we hadn't spoken or emailed, both still being crappy at it, but it was her birthday on the weekend so I thought I'd better email and also tell her all the news of the last few months (including the pregnancy). And this morning she wrote back and told me she and her husband had separated. She was sorry that she hadn't been in touch to tell me sooner but she hadn't wanted to tell me while I was still in the honeymoon period. And it's just so sad. Partly because they were such a great couple, so loving and relaxed that I thought they'd make it for sure (but who knows, what with the stress of moving and losing their dog and whatever else goes on between couples) but also mostly because I wish I'd been there for her. If I'd not procrastinated on emailing her she might have told me sooner, and I could have helped. God knows, I know how it feels; my first marriage broke up one week before I went on the 3-month London business trip that ended up taking over 7 years, so I know what she's been going through. And I might be bad at emailing but I'm really good at empathising and helping people, and I wish I'd done it for her. I guess I am still a really shitty friend.

But, she emailed me now, and she says she's feeling good now and excited about the future, and possibly travelling overseas. And then she mentioned the new Katherine Kerr book and asked if I'd read it, so I'm going to write back and say no but I bought it for mum for Christmas, and then I'm going to talk about other books and what it was like going overseas, and I am damn well going to be there for her and be a better friend than I have been lately.

I love you, Tam.

Dec. 2nd, 2009

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Outed

So today I had my first experience of being picked as pregnant out in public. Well, apart from that time a few weeks ago when the train was crowded and an older woman offered me her seat, but that doesn't count because I was wearing a skirt that has always made me look pregnant and holding a pregnancy book, so that was a bit of a giveaway. (I didn't take the seat, by the way. She was older and I didn't really need it, so I would have felt bad.)
But today counts! I was out buying lunch and out of nowhere the girl behind the counter said, "is it a boy?" It's a good thing she also pointed at my stomach because otherwise I wouldn't have had the faintest clue what she was talking about. I said, "A girl," for Lo! It is so, and she had a little squee, and then she gave me my lentil soup and that was that.
It was pretty cool. I mean, also I think she was pretty brave, because I'm a bit on the lardy side anyway and to me I just look fatter than normal. I guess the flowy peasant top I'm wearing helped. There is a baby bump there, if I prod my abdomen it's alarmingly tight and round, but it's pushing out my existing belly fat so I still look wobbly rather than having that nice curve. I'm looking forward to it getting bigger and more obvious because I'm getting tired of catching sight of myself naked in the mirror and thinking holy feck, you're getting fat! Then I remember, but I still have to go through it every time. It's not good for my self-esteem.
So at this point I am 23 and a half weeks along and I can feel the baby move every now and then, but mostly I don't. It does feel like bubbles, or weird gas, or sometimes it doesn't really feel like anything but I'm aware. This is good; I was starting to freak out that I hadn't felt anything, even though my obstetrician and my friends and Dr Google all said it would take longer, this being my first pregnancy and the placenta being on the front (and ahem, me being of portly disposition) and all. Plus right now I feel fine, I don't feel pregnant at all, and I keep forgetting, which is why the mirror always comes as a shock.
It still feels so unreal. I've never been a maternal person, so having a baby wasn't something I've known I'll do. I don't feel qualified for it. I'm not exactly a crafty person; the handiest thing I've done lately is knit Dave one of these Daleks, but that had instructions and even then it came out a bit lumpy. How can I possibly be growing a human being right inside me? I have no idea how to do that; it shouldn't be allowed. Yet here she is, growing away, doing all the right things exactly when she should be, and I have nothing at all to do with it. It's very strange.
This is why I'm looking forward to getting bigger, even though it will be over a sweaty hot summer and I shall waddle and be uncomfortable, and for her to start kicking, because then it might start feeling like I'm not making it up. As it is right now I keep prodding my belly and turning all wide-eyed to Dave to say things like, "I'm pregnant! You knocked me up!" and I think he's getting a bit sick of it. Or maybe he just doesn't believe me yet.

Nov. 18th, 2009

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As the dust settles

(This was written last Friday, but we have no internet at the house and my mobile reception stinks.)
Well, we've now been in the new house eleven days and I think we're settling in nicely. It's funny, everyone says moving is up there on the list of most stressful things you can do, and yet if you'd asked me in the last two weeks I'd have said, "oh I'm not stressed," in the meantime bitching out poor Dave and being bad-tempered. Not exactly self-observant, me.
The stresses are just the usual niggly ones from finding out that all in a house is Not As It Seemed. We were a bit naive, we thought the house needed no work at all but it's 20 years old so of course there are little things. Like some windows stick and not all have flyscreens, we can't work the heating, and getting the internet sorted is becoming a pain. And we had no TV reception at first, even though the guy said he'd had Mr Antenna out and everything was HD ready. And oh my god, look at the cobwebs on the clothesline and what the hell were they thinking blocking access from the laundry door so down the side of the house is one big overgrown tunnel of creeper and cobwebs? And why have we only got one set of keys and what does this one do?

Like I said, only little things, but they seem huge when you're standing amidst boxes feeling overwhelmed. I'm feeling better now though. Our brother in law crawled into the roof and discovered that Mr Antenna had indeed put a signal amplifier in but the guy had taken the external powerpoint for it (assuming it was the entire thing). But he brought it back when Dave asked, and turned out to be a nice normal sporty guy maybe 10 years older than us and not at all the mad old rip-off merchant I'd been picturing. We had a nice chat. Dave asked him some questions and I of course did my usual overly friendly thing and sucked up re the house, which went over as well as it ever does, but anyway. Afterwards we felt so much better, and then Dave listened to my meltdown over how when you buy a house you get all this other stuff you don't want (like the tunnel o' spiders and the unfenced spa) and pointed out, gently, that it was ours now and we could do what we want. Which, you know, I hadn't thought about.
So anyway, the past week or so has been all about settling in. I thought we were doing really well with the unpacking until I counted the boxes and there are 56 left. We started with 74, so we've only unpacked 18 boxes. What the hell? What's in all those boxes? And where's it all supposed to go?
It's a nice house though, despite the cobwebs. Even the budgie likes it.

Oct. 27th, 2009

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still alive


Oh my goodness, I did not mean to let, what, four months go past without writing an entry. That's forever in blogtime! Is anyone even still out there?

So since I last wrote (I had to go read), my project at work was put on hold, and shortly afterwards I was sunk in a morass of confusion and despair over my job. Ok, so that's a bit of an exaggeration. But everything was up in the air and I didn't know what role I'd have or even if they wanted me to have a role, me and my obsolete skills, and it was pretty depressing. I even ended up bursting into tears over it in the office, definitely my lowest point. So, I didn't write. Then things started perking up and I wanted to write but it's hard to start the habit again, you know? And then things got really busy and I had lots to write about but no time at all. I mean, even Cabbie's been too busy to tweet and he does bugger all all day.

So there.

So this is just a quick entry to say hello and I'm still alive and give a quick update on what's been going on. For verily there is lots.

  • Work has got better. I'm now in a development team learning to program in Java. It's interesting but also daunting; it's been a long time since I haven't been very very good at what I do so I find it scary. Before I started I did a short "introduction to Java programming" course which I aced and got all confident about my move, and then I looked at real code and ohmygoodness it was terrifying. But, I'm getting there (slowly). I just feel bad because I'm not naturally good at asking people questions so I feel a bit lost, and also because I'm not really concentrating on work at the moment (see below). I feel like I could do a better job, but my focus just isn't here right now.
     
  • We bought a new house. It's a little bit bigger and a little bit further out than where we live now and we hope it'll suit us for many years. We settle this Friday and move on Monday. We ended up keeping our current place as renting it out was far less faff than decluttering and prepping to sell and hoping to get it all sorted by time the new place settled (not to mention a much better idea wealthwise), so I close my eyes and pretend not to see our total mortgage amounts or the predictions of interest rate rises. Luckily we are >thisclose< to signing a tenant, so once they're in the majority of the finance stress will go away.

I need to spend less time worrying and more time visualising positive outcomes to situations!

  • And... (and this is the big one) we're having a baby. I'm due on 27th of March next year, which makes me 18 weeks along now. So far the stress for this is limited to the usual ohshitohshitwhathavewedone? but I expect that will change soon. Especially since I found out the other day that I should already be on lists for daycare if I expect to get any in 2011! Gah.

So yes, lots has been going on. So much to write about! And yet, I haven't. I suck. But I will now. Promise.

Jun. 29th, 2009

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Cabbie's tweets for the day


  • 09:58 had lovely quiet weekend. Monkeys home a lot, I sat with them and helped shred tissues into atoms. how would they manage without me? #

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it hurts on so many levels

Overheard in the office, apropos of something the person didn't want to happen: "Don't worry, I'll nip it in the butt."

Bud, people. BUD. GAH!

Jun. 26th, 2009

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Cabbie's tweets for the day


  • 12:50 @kymmz see what you did? No more movies for you! #

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Jun. 25th, 2009

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Cabbie's tweets for the day


  • 11:38 Friend in mirror is looking all ratty and uncomfortable. Coincidentally, I am moulting too! We commiserated together. #

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