One advantage of being stuck in the grim north is the lack of any decent book and dvd shops. Because I save money? Nah - because it gives me the perfect excuse to go on an Amazon frenzy.
The first of my packages arrived yesterday. DO was horrified to find the first series of Baywatch fall out of the envelope. Some sides of people you only see when they move in.... I don't know what was more scary for him yesterday: that surprise revelation about my viewing habits, or the fact that I announced I wanted gingham curtains in the bedroom, or my joke that my waters had broken.
I'm going to be watching the series quicker than I thought. The midwife came today and said that my blood pressure was high. To DO's delight she prescribed lots of REST. A true four letter word for me.
I don't want to rest - my hormones are going wild and all I want to do is that other four letter word beginning with f. That's right - I want to FILE all day. Organisational genes are in a frenzy and I have already created three household folders containing neatly arranged information on babies and sections for car, council tax etc. I even have created a lever arch folder of tourist leaflets, organised by county.
I obviously don't have enough babygros to fold and unfold.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Midnight baby oil
It's the middle of the night (4.47am to be precise) and I am 36 weeks pregnant, feeling like a beached whale. I'm absolutely ravenous but too lazy to go downstairs to grab some leftovers from last night's cottage pie (cooked by DO - darling other).
Being up the duff, I've ended up living with DO not in the shining metropolis that was my home - London - but, albeit temporarily, in this dismal Northern town. It's a three bedroomed house here with real fires and freedom to bang as many nails in the wall as I want.
But yet I miss London with an overwhelming agony and long for a too small overpriced magnolia flat again where the only thing that keeps you up at night is the traffic and sounds of constantly emptying all night bars. Here the only thing that keeps me up is my growling stomach and the growls of DO who seems to have hidden an intensive snoring habit from me in all the weekends we spent together over the last 5 years.
I hope this blog will show me up for being the whingeing ungrateful bag that I certainly am. I have been given the greatest gift in the universe with this unexpected but already adored baby. I'm just finding it hard to adjust to life where the only entertainment within a 10 mile radius is the one decent coffee shop, a mile away.
Being up the duff, I've ended up living with DO not in the shining metropolis that was my home - London - but, albeit temporarily, in this dismal Northern town. It's a three bedroomed house here with real fires and freedom to bang as many nails in the wall as I want.
But yet I miss London with an overwhelming agony and long for a too small overpriced magnolia flat again where the only thing that keeps you up at night is the traffic and sounds of constantly emptying all night bars. Here the only thing that keeps me up is my growling stomach and the growls of DO who seems to have hidden an intensive snoring habit from me in all the weekends we spent together over the last 5 years.
I hope this blog will show me up for being the whingeing ungrateful bag that I certainly am. I have been given the greatest gift in the universe with this unexpected but already adored baby. I'm just finding it hard to adjust to life where the only entertainment within a 10 mile radius is the one decent coffee shop, a mile away.
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