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Monday 15 July 2002
No picture today. Too tired to draw.
The weekend was as hectic as it could have
been. Moving house is not something I want to do again in
a long, long time. One year I moved something like five times
- of course that was back in the minimalist days when I could
pack my entire set of belongings into my dad's car and with
a little help from my parents be all set up in my new digs
within hours. These days it takes a whole week with me (as
pregnant as I am), Big-P, Mum, Dad and two big, burly
moving men and a huge van, a guy to clean some carpets and
the heating ducts, another to change the locks, a plumber
to fix the leaking toilet and sink, a telstra guy to install
cable, a trip back to the flat to spend an eternity cleaning,
a trip to the hardware store to get locks for the windows
so our insurance will remain valid, a bottle of ant-rid (ants
in winter?? yikes, I am not looking forward to the summer
infestations) and several thousand cups of tea (camomile for
me).
I am beginning to get really tired again,
and the frantic week of moving related activities has certainly
exaggerated this. I think I may even skip yoga tonight which
is terrible, I know, but I am just so, so tired and still
feeling a big squiffy (see Baby-x Blog below) so a quiet night
in front of The Secret Life of Us and the Osbournes is on
the agenda.
This thursday is my driving test! I have
been doing a fair bit of driving around the suburbs with Big-p,
Mum, Dad... anyone who will dare to take me actually. I even
drove at night but freaked out when I was trying to change
lanes. I had absolutely no idea how fast all the headlights
in the rear view mirror were coming at me and my idea of space
and surrounds was completely skewed by the darkness. Will
driving ever become a part of the everyday?
Week 28 - means there are only 12
weeks to go. Last week Big-P and I ran into our old
hairdresser at the video store. He hasn't seen us in a
year or more but he told me he could tell what sex the baby
is. After placing his hands on my belly for a moment - which
was a little embarrassing in the middle of the busy video
store - he said very matter of factly "it's a girl".
So there you are. A little daughter. If he's right. Last night
I discovered one of the many not-fun things about being pregnant;
Having a relaxed muscular valve between the stomach and the
oesophagus due to high levels of progesterone... mix this
with a large dinner of spicy chicken curry in full fat coconut
milk and a large glass of orange juice and a very sour tangerine
for dessert and ewww.... gross. Vomity vomit. I was mostly
upset by the fact that I thought I might have food poisoning
which can be extremely harmful to baby-x, but she seems to
be cheerfully tumbling around again today so perhaps she just
has an over indulgent mother.
Baby is 26cm from head to bum, and weighs 1.15kg. Mother is
feeling huge. Has sore feet and cravings for chocolate. Weighs
60.5kg.
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