Storm In A B-Cup

18 Weeks and This Week is The Week!

So today I am 18 weeks and 2 days pregnant and of course, managed NOT to post every day as I wanted to (I know, BAD blogger!).  But I’m going to press on and this time not make any promises to myself about “posting every day” or any such nonsense.  I love blogging, but as we all know, life tends to get in the way at the best of times!

Since my post at…15 weeks (has it really been that long already?) I feel like not much in terms of my pregnancy has changed.  I mean, I’m used to reading all these weekly pregnancy blog posts where people seem to be experiencing new and different and exciting things every week.  But really, I feel like really, not a lot is changing for me. Sure, hubby and I got the bargain of a lifetime in a furniture clearance – a cot (crib for the Americans out there?) which converts to a toddler bed for just $99 (way less than half price!), and we found somewhere to buy a mattress for the cradle we are using which I slept in as a baby, which shouldn’t have been as difficult as it was but I suppose it must not be a standard size any more.  But major pregnancy stuff?  I thought I was feeling the baby moving a bit for a while there but now I’m not so sure.  I’m definitely wearing out more easily when I work a full day at work (the 10 hour shifts are a little rough, especially standing all day), and I get funny aches and pains in my tummy.  But I don’t know.  I thought stuff was supposed to change and shift faster than this.  

I think I’m lucky though.  There are two other girls at work expecting babies, and we’re roughly due within about a month of each other, and these two girls seem to be doing it tougher than I am.  So I must be lucky.  Pregnancy really hasn’t thrown anything too tough to handle at me so far – knock on wood! I would really REALLY like to feel baby moving a bit more soon though.  Most ladies seem to feel their little ones start moving around this point, right?  Though since I’m a bit bigger, and also since the u/s tech said the placenta seems to be anterior (at 13 weeks), maybe it will still be a while.  We shall see.

The exciting thing for this week is that I’m going for my anatomy scan, which means – unless bubs doesn’t cooperate – I should be able to find out if baby is a boy or a girl.  And once we know, I know that the crocheting hooks are going to start getting a workout (whatever would I do if I wasn’t having a winter baby?).  I am super excited to find out.

I’m also feeling a bit ashamed to admit that I kind of hope baby is a girl.  Of course I will love whoever shows up — of course! But I suppose I always imagined myself having a little girl first.  I feel like it’s kind of tradition – I am an oldest daughter, my mum is an oldest daughter, my nanna is an oldest daughter, and so was my great grandmother! I know that you’re supposed to say that as long as baby is healthy and happy, it doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl.  And truly, it doesn’t.  But a part of me really wants that little girl.  

In two days I go for that scan.  And I know that whether I come out knowing that I am growing my baby girl or my baby boy, I’ll be the happiest mum-to-be on the planet.  And until then, I’ll keep wondering and being excited, and scared, and nervous, and looking forward to the life changing moment when I can call my baby my son or my daughter!

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Not The Best Day

I’ve been gone for a couple of days because life has turned crazy – yet again.  I was supposed to work a ten hour shift on Sunday, but within two minutes of getting onto my lunch break (before I even had time for a bathroom break, may I add), I got the most terrifying phone call of my life.  It was my husband, and I couldn’t understand anything he was saying.  He could barely string two words together, and the only word I can think of is terrifying.  I had never heard him like this.  He is always the calm, cool and collected one.  If anyone is going to panic in a situation, it’s going to be me.  So to hear him so shaken, so scared, so incoherent, was something I never expected, and certainly never thought I was going to hear.  And then he managed to get a sentence out.  

“I’ve had a car accident.  It’s bad.  The car is written off.  Come and get me the f*** out of here”.  Well,  a couple of sentences.  My heart stopped.  I ran back into my workplace and told them I was leaving and I didn’t think I’d be back for the day.  I raced out of the building and to my car, ready to leave.  At which point I realised that I had no idea where my husband was.  I asked him when he rang me but I don’t think he really heard.  I rang him again and again, but I think at this point the EMT’s might have been checking him out.  

I was in such a state of panic I rang my parents, hoping they might be closer to where he was – he was on his way to work and we only live a few minutes’ drive from my parents.  I managed to reach their mobile, and they headed out to look for my husband while I kept trying to reach him.  Eventually I got onto him, and found out where he was and headed to the scene.  

A very tense half hour’s drive later, I arrived.  It was a moment I don’t think I’ll ever forget.  Police cars stopped, lights flashing. Firefighters on the road, directing traffic, clearing mess, hoses at the ready.  Ambulance parked, doors open.  Traffic cones spread out across the highway.  Tow trucks at the ready to haul the cars away (though it turns out only my husband’s car was damaged to the point of no return).  It was like a scene from a movie and I had no idea what was happening.  As I ran from my car, I realised that my parents were already there, and I calmed significantly upon seeing my husband apparently not doing too badly, giving his side of the story to a police officer.  I spent some time there just waiting and taking it in.  

It was only when I saw the car that I realised just how lucky we were that my husband is still with us, that the accident didn’t take his life. The passenger side of his car was crumpled.  The windscreen shattered, one wheel hanging off and flattened.  The gearbox seized between two gears and parts of the engine were spilling out of the wreckage in all directions.  My husband says he was in the right hand land (Australia, remember!) overtaking a car when he came up to another car which was going slowly.  As he approached the back corner of this car, it turned across his lane as if it was going to do a U-turn (across four lanes, without indicating, on double lines, I might add).  My  husband could not slow down or stop in time – he was in a 100km an hour zone, travelling close to the speed limit.  His car hit the side of the other car at full speed.  It spun and slid across the road, landing in the traffic going in the other direction.  I feel so lucky to still have my husband, and so lucky that my baby will still have his or her father.  

We are also lucky that the car behind my husband was our next door neighbour, who stopped and stayed with my husband until help arrived, left her phone number, and agreed to speak with the police as a witness.  She says it was clear that the car in front of my husband hadn’t indicated and basically that what happened couldn’t have been my husband’s fault – that it was irresponsible and negligent driving on the part of the driver in front.  I only hope that the police see it our way.  We’re still waiting on a ruling on who was at fault.

We might only have one car to get us around now.  Which is tricky, since we both work a half hour commute from home, with no public transport available.  We might have some fines to deal with.  I don’t know.  But I do know that I will never take for granted again that other drivers on the road will be doing the right thing if I am.  I know that I will never take for granted the fact that my husband is here with me.  I will never take for granted the fact that my baby has his or her father in their life.  I will appreciate every moment that we have.  Maybe I haven’t written the most thrilling or exciting blog post ever written, but I have made some pretty important realisations in my life.  And I think that’s maybe a lot more important than writing the best blog on earth. 

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Pregnancy Musings at 15 Weeks

Since this is the first week that I am blogging since getting pregnant, I suppose I have some catching up to do.

We found out on the 6th of November, I was around about 6 weeks along but I had been suspecting for a little while for a few reasons – Firstly, my boobs had grown and were really sore – something that never happens to me, ever.  Before a period or otherwise.  Secondly, my period was late.  It was day 46 of my cycle when I finally broke down and tested.  BUT the previous month’s cycle was 43 days long, so I don’t think this was too far out of range.  Though I wonder if the previous month may have actually been a chemical pregnancy.  But that’s neither here nor there.  I was unreasonably tired.  And – and this may have been my biggest hint – I just had a “feeling”.

It was a terrifying day.  As much as I wanted a baby, I also knew that this probably wasn’t the best time for us, in all practicality.  My husband and I spent that day just scared out of our minds.  And we stayed that way for a long time.  Gradually, the fear has been giving way to excitement, and there has definitely always been happiness!

My first trimester was pretty good – I was very lucky as far as symptoms go.  I had next to no morning sickness, and I just kept on waiting for it!  I was however incredibly tired.  ALL. THE. TIME.  My breasts HURT.  Lots.  And grew – by 8 weeks I was up at least a cup size, and soon I only had one bra that even kind of fit.  I had a BUNCH of hot flashes.  It’s summer here, so it’s already hot, but even on mild days, I literally felt like my face was burning off, and I was dizzy and just felt horrible with that.  And something I really wasn’t expecting was the low blood pressure.  My blood pressure has always been on the low side, but once I was pregnant, I found that if I stood still for more than a few minutes, especially if I hadn’t had something to eat or drink for a while, I would get super, super dizzy, lightheaded, start seeing spots and just be sure I was going to pass out.  As long as I was well hydrated and kept moving I was ok!

This trimester, I have really not had a huge change in symptoms.  I was SO looking forward to that boost in energy but so far it has remained elusive.  Seriously.  It’s all lies.  I go to work, I come home, I collapse on the couch because I seriously cannot go on.  I’m asleep every night by 9.  And I can sleep in until 9 or later the next morning given opportunity.  And I will still be tired.  I’m calling BS on the second trimester energy burst, at least for me.

Since I have come into the second trimester, I have found my skin is starting to break out, although I really thought that was supposed to be clearing up by now.

Baby brain is a very very very real thing.  I’m finding that especially at work, things are just slipping my mind that really shouldn’t be.  The other day I asked someone where the stapler was.  It was IN MY HAND.  They must have thought I was crazy.  It’s not very good!

Just in the last few nights I’ve found myself not sleeping well.  I don’t really know why.  It isn’t like I’m too hot, too cold, uncomfortable or anything like that.  I just can’t sleep.  Very strange.

I feel like I’m being so negative, but I suppose the biggest positive is that other than those few things I’ve mentioned, I really feel completely normal.  My husband is being so supportive and helpful.  I love him a lot!! He is just fantastic.

And – I know it’s super early – but yesterday, my parents pulled the cradle I slept in out of the roof for us so as soon as I get T to put that together I’ll post photos!  We still have to buy a mattress, I think it might not be a standard size any more, but we’ll work it out.  It’s so exciting!  And not that long until we can find out if it’s a boy or girl! It really is all super exciting!!

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5 Things That Are Making Me Happy Today #6

Again, it has been far too long since I have made a post. I’m finding it really difficult to blog when I don’t have regular access to a computer. I keep telling myself I’ll make posts from my phone, but it’s pretty tricky so I guess I don’t end up doing it very much. But this post is about things that make me happy, not things that are annoying me! So here it is: things that are making me happy today.

1. We are in the process of trying to buy a house (with the help of my parents). It will be great to be putting money into an investment rather than the dead money that rent seems to be.

2. I got accepted into a university that will allow me to complete my nursing studies by distance education, meaning I can work as much as I need to.

3. I am so so so nearly finished putting the final touches – namely a border – on the blanket that I naively thought I was finished with making MONTHS ago.

4. A friend at work who has been trying to get pregnant for years told me this week that she finally is, and I am so so happy for her!

5. I got some really stubborn stains out of my carpet (can you tell I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel?) using white vinegar and baking powder. Amazing! Absolutely nothing else has touched them, but this lifted them right out!

What is making you happy today?

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Maybush

And so begins day 2 of NaBloPoMo for June.  Doing better already, see?

Tuesday, June 4, 2013 Go back three generations and tell us about where your family lived.

Going back three generations is, I think, going back to my great-grandparents.  Correct me if I’m wrong.  I am very lucky in that I got to know my great grandmother very well, since she only passed away last year.  She was almost 100, and lived a full life up until the last couple of years when she had to go into care to help her deal with her dementia and colostomy bag. But that’s off topic.

My Nanny Moo (so named because of where she lived – so there’s your first hint!) lived up in the country.  That is, more “up in the country” than I already live.  She lived in a little town called Stroud, on a beautiful farm known to all as Maybush.  She kept cows, and lived quietly there with her brother Gig (after her own husband’s passing), until he passed about fifteen years ago (maybe?  My memory is hazy).

Maybush is, to me, a magical place.  It is green and hilly, and full of creeks, waterfalls, dams and bush to explore.  There is a hill where the old house stood, the house that Nanny’s parents lived in called Frog Hollow, and there to this day are the remnants of the house, perfect for a kid (like me, when I went there) to play in.

Nanny’s house is just like the little traditional farm house you might see in a movie, or read about in a book.  It is wooden, and absolutely charming.  The kitchen window overlooks the garden, where vegetables and flowers grow, all mixed together.  The little dining alcove has a window looking out across the paddocks where the cows can be seen grazing.  The living room is centred around a fireplace, no technology to be seen.  The couches are old and squishy and comfortable, and strewn with handmade blankets and cushions.  One bedroom – Nanny’s room – is a mystery to me, except for the beautiful antique dressing table, with all of her various creams and make up neatly arranged on top, and a delicate metal chair, designed like wrought iron but made out of something much softer and prettier with a fluffy seat.  The other bedroom has twin beds, made up to match, each with a crocheted blanket at the foot.

Outside is the one part that was far less than magical to me.  An old fashioned outhouse.  It was not my favourite type of bathroom.  If you had to go at night, you took a flashlight, and hoped that you wouldn’t encounter spiders or snakes or any other wildlife along the way.

But aside from the outhouse, Maybush is one of the most beautiful and enchanting places on earth to me.  Not only for itself, but for the history that it h0lds for my family.

 

Is there a place that’s special to you and your family?

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Chunky Coffee Cup Cozy

My sister lives in Canada at the moment, and I’m in Australia, so I wanted to find something small but useful to make and send over to her for her birthday.  She’s a tea addict so I knew I wanted to send over something related to that, and I found this cup cozy pattern.  Perfect! I didn’t have the right size hook or weight wool, so I ended up using a very chunky wool that I got on special (for 49c!!) and an 8mm hook. This meant that I couldn’t follow the pattern exactly, but not to worry – it’s super easy to modify.  I followed the pattern, but only worked a few rows.  It didn’t come out looking exactly like the pattern, but it will do the job!

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“Super” Fried Rice

Tonight I made yet another attempt at cooking fried rice.  I have tried it many a time before, and failed.  Usually it turns out sticky and risotto-y.  But not tonight.  I tried a different technique from usual, one that I should have tried before I think – cooking the rice in advance and chilling it. 

This fried rice has a difference, it had to be bulky enough to serve as a “proper” meal, so I included a bunch more ingredients than are on most lists, but it came out great.  I think the key was boiling the rice til it was just short of properly cooked, then draining it, rinsing with boiling water and putting it in the fridge for a few hours.

The cast of ingredients:

  • 3 eggs, whisked with a dash of milk
  • cabanossi
  • bacon
  • mushrooms
  • prawns
  • 1 onion
  • a splash of soy sauce
  • rice

I don’t have quantities because I kind of just chopped up and threw in what looked like the right amount.  We also have a bunch of left overs, which is always great.

fried rice ingredients

The method:

  • Fry the bacon and prawns together with a couple of teaspoons of vegetable oil until almost cooked.  
  • Add eggs and keep moving around until firm (like well done scrambled eggs)
  • Throw in mushrooms, onion, cabanossi and any other ingredients you feel like and stir fry until the onion is soft and the colour has changed.
  • Add the rice and soy sauce and continue to fry, stirring, until the rice begins to brown.  Take off heat and serve.

Voila!  Super simple, quick and bulky-enough-to-eat-as-a-meal fried rice!

fried rice

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Bloglovin’

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I just found this site (behind the times much?) and just wanted to “claim” my blog.  If you’re on Bloglovin’, follow me! Or not…up to you!

If you’re not on Bloglovin’, you should check it out!  It’s a great tool for reading blogs.  If you’re like me, and follow blogs all over the place, not just here on WordPress, it can get really hard to keep up with everything.  Bloglovin’ allows you to follow blogs from anywhere on the internet, all in one place.  New posts from all of the blogs you follow are posted in one feed, much like the WordPress Reader feed.  Super convenient :).

 

 

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Truth Serum

Last night as I lay in bed, I was listening to a podcast, the topic of which was truth serum.  The hosts discussed different incarnations of “truth serum”, none of which are in regular use, or are particularly effective (the main drugs used/discussed were barbiturates).  But it got me thinking.

Just say there was an effective truth serum out there, something like the “veritaserum” potion from Harry Potter (ok, I’m a huge Harry Potter nerd.  That was bound to come out sometime) that would make the imbiber of the serum unable to speak a lie.  Compel them to answer questions truthfully.  Would we use it?  Or perhaps the more pertinent question would be would it be right to use a truth serum?

Would it be ethical to force someone to talk – to tell the truth – using a “truth serum”?  And if so, under what circumstances? Does it violate basic human rights? I can’t help but think that something like that, while it might be considered a useful tool, is much more likely to cause trouble than it is to do good.  Of course, the mind immediately jumps to such a substance’s potential use in the legal system.  And I am sure that there are cases in which something like this could help get to the bottom of a murder trial or some such thing.  But I am also sure that a truth serum could potentially do a lot of damage if it got into the wrong hands.

Just a little musing.

What are your thoughts on truth serum? Blessing or curse?

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A Tale of Two Rings

I wanted to share this story I posted on my other blog a little under a week ago. It is a much happier story, and I’m still just so excited 🙂

Mummy Life by the Minute

Something happened today that made me want to tell you guys a story.

Three months ago (and a bit) I married the love of my life, known on this blog as T. T and I have been together for a bit over 4 years, two of which we were engaged for. The wedding day was beautiful, the hottest day of summer (almost) and while it was almost too hot to function and my dress nearly made me faint, it couldn’t have been more perfect.

Except for one thing. Somewhere between my parents’ house and the church, I lost my engagement ring. I can’t tell you the panic I felt as I realized. The moment I realized it was gone, I was standing at the altar with T, and I’m sure the look on my face made him think I was about to run. I was devastated but I tried to…

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