Sunday, February 26, 2012
The posts have been a little scarce of late, but not for want of trying. I keep half composing them in my head and then not quite getting down to typing them up and pressing "Publish Post". Life seems very full these days and not always in a good way! I barely have time to think, let alone write. Today, however, I managed to indulge in two whole hours of cultural sustenance at the Perth Writers Festival. Food for my soul indeed. Now back to working out what to feed everyone else for the rest of the week.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Things you should never say to a pregnant woman:
1) "Are you sure you're not having twins?"
"Yes, of course, I'm effing sure, and you've basically just called me fat to my face, you insensitive twerp."
2) "How are you going to cope with three?"
"Oh shit, I have no idea. I totally haven't spent many a sleepless night thinking about that. Gosh, wow, I don't know, maybe I'll have to reconsider this whole thing..."
3) "It's definitely a boy, I've known right from the beginning."
"Well I have no idea and it's in my body, and I've done this twice already. Plus, you're a bloke, you don't have kids, and you're not an obstetrician. If you're right, I might not be able to cope with the smugness of what is pretty much a 50/50 guess."
This could be a list that grows and grows...
Monday, February 6, 2012
It's all change here: new job, new Kindy girl, new routine, and in less than 8 weeks (it's wishful thinking, but I reckon this one might be early...), a new baby. Aside from packed lunches and getting there on time, the thing that has most worried me about my eldest starting Kindergarten, is how her brother will cope without her, or perhaps how I'll cope with him, without her. Strange to be more daunted by the prospect of being home alone with one kid, than two, or even three! Today was our first proper day at home, just the two of us, and it felt odd, but also rather peaceful and wonderful. Apart from a brief moment, when we reached the front door and he asked where she was and demanded to return to the school, he seemed fairly unfazed by her absence. He also played really well on his own and wasn't in the least bit interested in helping me cook. I want to make the most of our time together, before the baby arrives, and he has to share me with the demands of another again.
Anyway, once we were all back home and ice lollies had been consumed, I let them watch Charlie and Lola, and crept off to have a cup of tea and read the last two chapters of my book (mummies need treats too): The Submerged Cathedral by Charlotte Wood. It probably should be added to the list of books not to read when pregnant, but it was beautiful and elegant and so poignant, and I loved it! Her writing feels very effortless and simple, but it must involve so much hard work to write that well. I really want to read her latest, Animal People, but I have a big stack of books to get through before I buy another, and a little boy to entertain too.