tomorrow is my last day
I can’t really think about much else…
As you were.
Month: May 2007
The beginning of leaving
Today a group of us (kinda) spontaneously went out for lunch as my maternity leave approaches.
The air was fresh, the food fantastic and the people?
The people were just some of those who make my working world wonderful. Those I respect, who I laugh with and confide in, who know me.
Just lovely.
Today’s name is Maximus George.
Captain Cranky Pants
My GOODNESS I’m in a bad mood.
No idea why.
It’s like I’m premenstrual.
Ridiculous.
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I’m watching The Choir of Hard Knocks and its making me cry.
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Discovered tonight that Oscar wet the bed last night. Which I only found out about because I could smell wee in the lounge room – which was fermenting from his pyjamas which were on the floor, which is where the boys pyjamas always live when they’re not wearing them.
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Pregnancy enigmatic moments and Nigella Lawson’s Mushy Peas
When the smell of bananas makes me gag (not helped by finally locating the smell in Oscar’s bag – a R.O.T.T.E.N banana) but I eat two banana toasted sandwiches for dinner.
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How chocolate no longer holds any sway over me whatsoever. At all.
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That – for the first time since Oscar’s pregnancy (there are two in between) – I can’t bend down or get on an angle to do up shoes.
Similar to Oscar’s pregnancy, if I stand for too long or “do too much” (read stand a lot, run around a lot, pick up Jasper a lot) I get early labour pains and have pinkish-brown mucus.
Sorry, I know that last point caught many of you off guard.
I have had three of these “shows” since Sunday week ago.
It give the tail end of pregnancy an interesting ‘edge’.
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I am absolutely craving red wine.
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This hit the spot last week – Nigella’s mushy peas
- 300g frozen peas
- 1 clove garlic
- 3 tbl creme fraiche
- 3 tbl parmesan, finely grated
- salt and pepper
- Bring a saucepan of water to boil with the garlic clove in it.
- cook peas, drain and discard garlic
- puree peas w/ the creme fraiche and parmesan
- season to taste
- I added more creme fraiche and parmesan on the top at the end because I’m pregnant and I can.
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Name updates:
I am (still) loving Grover (although now I’m leaning to Grosvenor as – believe it or not – I am conscious of the child being cranky about being named after a blue muppet, even though no-one EVER makes the Oscar the Grouch connection w/ Oscar or the Felix the Cat w/Felix) Sebastian, Theodore, Oliver, Baxter and Banjo.
Chef is adamant on George, in fact, last week announced “It doesn’t matter what we call him, I’m going to call him George.”
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I finish work on Friday.
This fills me with so much excitement.
I feel like I will finally be able to be pregnant.
If that makes any sense at all.
Here’s hoping I don’t go into labour on Friday night as I finally relax.
Onward!
Glimpses of a weekend
The second round of soccer, on the day now referred to as SaturSoccerday – Oscar’s soccer session
Jasper – after almost ripping the soccer shirt off Oscar’s back, wore this one all day. (The toy was one he just helped himself to from some other poor unsuspecting kid on the sidelines.)
Because one form of organised weekend sport is not enough. Sunday morning at Auskick. People, it is 8am in this shot. On a Sunday morning. S.u.n.d.a.y.
Neither eldest child now goes anywhere without one of these under their arm. I am not kidding.
Current most common phrase uttered in this house: “Stop bouncing that ball!” Followed by: “Take it outside” or “Not in the hallway” and “Get out of the kitchen”.
Jasper raging the early start out for all of us.
Sunday afternoon. GLORIOUS pseudo winter’s afternoon at Manly Dam.
Yummy food. Great friends. Just hanging out.