31
July
2006
This morning, as we’d run out of butter and bananas (two important parts of our breakfast staple), I had to improvise and so went for one of S’s early pregnancy favourites — cauliflower soup.
Yeah, I know the idea of cauliflower soup for breakfast curls the hairs, but these here are desperate times.
So as S plonked down in front of the tv for another dose of madness and mayhem courtesy of the BBC I strolled out of the kitchen with a tray holding my coffee, S’s juice and two bowls of steaming cauliflower soup sprinkled with cracked Kampot black pepper and parmesan.
S feigned pleasure then confided that she wasn’t sure if she could stomach something like cauliflower soup for breakfast, but decided to give it a go anyway.
Soon she no longer needed to feign pleasure and admitted to the soup being quite tasty, and I have to admit I agreed with her — with me finishing off my bowl lickedly split.
It was quite fortunate I gorged myself, as no sooner had I finished my bowl than S lurched across the table, grabbed my bowl and threw up into it.
Yes, you read that right — S vomitted into my breakfast bowl (and also into a bucket I dashed off to get, but as I hadn’t just eaten out of the bucket, I wasn’t so bothered about that).
Her first words post-spew?
“Baby don’t like cauliflower.”
Posted: Dealing with pregnancy, Food
30
July
2006
All my predictions of yesterday proved to be correct. We’ve got but a couple of episodes to go and I know they’ll leave me hanging on edge yet again.
What is it with this mordid fascination for watching plane-crash survivors slowly kill each other on a tropical, paradisical island? Hardly uplifting material.
On another topic, I had three baby dreams last night — and in all of them the baby was a boy — fancy that!
Posted: Nothing to do with babies
29
July
2006
I blame AXN and their tendancy to repeat house-ads ad nauseum for what happened to us this weekend.
We finally got sucked into the Lost vortex sometime last week and watched most of series one through the week. The last couple of disks were patchy so we went and bought another set, plus series two (an entire series costs about $7 here).
Buying series two was a tragic error as it left us pretty much doomed to watching the entire series back to back.
No baby-talk, no work, no doing all the things we planned to do on the weekend — just tv, tv and more tv.
Posted: Nothing to do with babies
28
July
2006
S has been badly knocked around by a serious dose of nesting over the last few weeks and it seems the nesting virus has skipped over to me as well. Finally hanging the propganda art I picked up in Vietnam, mowing the lawn, cleaning my office (well sort of cleaning) and I even bought a toolbox.
S was very chuffed with the toolbox as it gives me somewhere to keep all the building materials I’ve gathered up — the washers that are too small for any bolts, the bolts that are too big for any nuts, the nuts that are threaded, the screws with the mismtached thread, the wall hangers that are too weak to hold up a feather, the new nails, the bent nails, the old and rusty nails and various other nick nacks that I may need someday somewhere.
I hope the baby inherits my tendancy to collect things — I believe it is hereditary as both my father and grandfather were avid “stuff” collectors.
Posted: Baby planning
27
July
2006
I get an sms from S this evening:
“am leaving now, have hunger pangs”
S had been delayed at work for a farewell so as soon as I got the message I got to work on dinner — nothing flash — just a chicken and pineapple stirfry.
Once S was home we were not even halfway through dinner when S pushed the plate aside and said (rather meekly):
“Sorry, I’m full. I had a little snackie before leaving work”
“A snack?” I asked.
“Just a little one” S replied.
“What”
“Just two hamburgers…. but they were little ones.”
Posted: Food
26
July
2006
I keep asking S if she can feel the baby and we’ve decided the baby spends much of the day resting but as soon as Daddy’s voice slips over the placenta the baby wakes and bumbles all over the place.
The problem is, S never really feels elbows and knees, but rather what she describes as “blob transitions” — a technical term I’m yet to come across in the slew of baby books I’ve waded through.
I guess the baby is still pretty small (I think the size of a large avacodo now) so it’s difficult to really make an impression on all the padding — but as you probably saw on the famous foot picture I posted a few days ago — some better, firmer, harder impressions are on the way.
Posted: Dealing with pregnancy
25
July
2006
So it was S’s turn to cook tonight and what a treat of pregnancy craving it was…
Chilli con carne with an entire chocolate bar (72% proof) grated up into it.
I know it sounds revolting, but it was really tasty and I’d post a pic but we just gobbled it up too fast.
Posted: Food
24
July
2006
S has discovered a new means of leverage to get me to do the things she can’t/won’t couldn’t be asked to do…
“Can you do it for baby?”
Posted: Dealing with pregnancy
23
July
2006
If it wasn’t bad enough having to wade through umpteen baby books about having a baby, there’s also a vast selection of post baby baby books ready to pounce.
As with the pre-birth ones, the post birth ones swing between the laissez faire it will work itself out (so why did I buy this book again) through to the overly prescriptive.
One treatise, written by a UK-based uptight mega-nannie, even advised on the exact measurement one should have between the bars on the base of a baby’s crib… I had no idea and thought what a load of garbage but S guessed (or knew) straight away why the bars have a minimum and maximum spacing between them…
Anyone else know?
Posted: Dealing with pregnancy
22
July
2006
Under the auspices of illness, S today headed off to the doctor today and not only did she come back with a clean bill of health, but also with a new baby-scan!
Not only was it a scan I missed, but it was also our first 3D scan — a snapshot of which I attach below. As I’ve clearly marked on the photo, it appears that little Junior’s leg is coming out of his arm socket and the arm out of his little bottom.
Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing I missed this scan!
Posted: Baby pics
