31
October
2006
Sometimes it seems like buying a baby cot/cage in Jakarta is almost as involved as having the baby.
We got a call from the honourable cot-makers this morning. Due to Lebaran, they were running late and the cot that was due today hadn’t even been started.
That’s right, due today, not started, let’s call the client today.
I was not impressed.
When I called to harangue the guy he was very apologetic and agreed a discount would be payable, but he would need to check with his father. I said ok, that’s fine but that he would need to contact us again to tell us how much the discount would be. He said he’d call me that afternoon and I replied saying it was better that he call my wife as I was way too angry to ever speak to him again. Ok no problem came the reply, I’ll call your wife and I hope she isn’t too angry like you…and thankyou mister!
Thankyou indeed.
Posted: Buying for babies
30
October
2006
Posted: Uncategorized
29
October
2006
Last night I received my first 2am call.
“Hey lover, I’m not well, can you go make me a boiled water with lemon?”
To say I was in a deep sleep at the time is an understatement — while I tend to not sleep much, when I do, I sleep like the dead — and while I vaguely remember going down and making the drink, what I remember more is the following day.
During the day after I was like a bear with a sore paw… no hang on, more like a bear that had had three paws sawed off with a blunt saw. My grumpiness was compounded by a pressing deadline of 40 Saigon hotel reviews… bleah
As S pointed out later on, I guess it’s a training session for what is to come…
Can’t wait
Posted: Dealing with pregnancy
28
October
2006
After the birthday blow out, I decided to try and make amends and take S out for dinner at a flash Jakarta restaurant. We’d been there before, and while it was good, it wasn’t as great as the first time around, which was a bit disappointing.
What was more disappointing was that within minutes of ordering a load of food and wine S developed an eye-migraine — her first in at least a year — what fantastic timing. The migraines severely blur her vision and meant that much of the rest of the evening’s conversation revolved around what she could and couldn’t see. Some of the choicer phrases included:
Can’t see nothing
It’s all dark
It’s dark but shifting
Can see a bit of your face
You look very, umm, picasso-like.
Posted: Dealing with pregnancy
27
October
2006
So it was S’s birthday today and my intention of replacing her Treo was dashed by miss-communication between me and the Palm store…
“Oh – when I said we’d have the new model after Lebaran (Ramadan), I didn’t mean straight after — I meant a month or so…”
so in lieu of a palm I thought I’d give her a baby — not much of a surprise though!
Posted: Nothing to do with babies
26
October
2006
Friend P from Bangkok is staying with us at the moment — a mother with three tours of duty on the birthing battlefield, she’s had loads of advice for S (and me) about what’s on the way.
It seems though that even a three tour mum can learn something new… Last night S asked P if she’d like a cup of Rasberry leaf tea, when P replied asking why you’d drink that (a VERY good question!), S replied matter-of-factly;
“Oh it’s great for ripening your cervix”
Going by the look on P’s face she didn’t know that and it had been quite a while since she’d discussed ripening anyone’s cervix…
Posted: Dealing with pregnancy, Food
25
October
2006
So just when you thought it was safe to say the cot was in the bag, S went off to Mother Care (more aptly known as Moron Care) to purchase a mattress for the cot, only to be told they were almost out of stock, and those that were in stock were broken or damaged and to order a new one in would take four months.
Yes, you read that right — four months.
MORONS
Posted: Buying for babies
24
October
2006
Following on from the boredom and restless post, S has also been busying herself with snacks — problem is we don’t have that many.
This results in umpteen situations where S spends a good half an hour in the kitchen with the fridge door open (the penguins have their papers in at immigration as I type), randomly opening and closing cupboard doors and moving the fruit in the fruit bowl around in ever-diminishing piles.
At the end of a kitchen circuit, S comes and sits at the end of the dining room table (where I’m working at the moment) and says;
“Hmughghg. We’ve got nothing to eat.”
Now the main problem with that statement is that we have loads of stuff to eat, but it all needs to be prepared. Food prep isn’t really an option apparently, but S is distressed that every time she opens the fridge there isn’t a huge Ham boiled in coke, a leg of lam or a slab of lasagna that she can just pick up and eat.
Of course we could just go and buy loads of prepackaged stuff like chips and jelly babies, but we’ve never been huge on that kinda food, so there’s little point starting now. So instead I need to think of more things to make to stick in the fridge from S — any suggestions much appreciated.
Posted: Food
23
October
2006
When you’ve got a two-kilo bag of kitty litter strapped to your belly, it can be a little difficult to find a comfortable reclining position — particularly when you’ve become a tad self-conscious of the beached whale pose because your husband keeps blogging about it…
So the best way to kill two birds with one stone (ie., get comfortable and exact revenge on husblogger) it to spend all day chatting to him and getting him to do stuff. This way you get to walk around quite a bit and you get to make sure the husband gets as little done as possible.
Time to go buy a new shower head? You bet
Time to write email to accountant? Get to it
Time to discuss baby chamber placement again? For sure
Time to sit down for in-depth financial planning session for the next eight months? How did you guess!
Well, at least one of us isn’t bored…
To be fair, I never went to get the shower head…
Posted: Dealing with pregnancy
22
October
2006
It’s true — really!
Tonight we had a lovely dinner over at J & A’s and the dessert was a magnificent bounty of sweetness…
Everyone had a slice, including S, but as soon as she’d finished, host J asked if she’d like another. S half-heartedly refused but buckled quickly — yummo.
Come the end of the night J, in all seriousness asked S if she’d like more dessert, and when she politely refused he suggested she take the rest home for a “midnight snack”…
Talk about setting bad precedents!
Anyways, luckily S refused which saved me at least one midnight kitchen run…
But what I want to know is why wasn’t I offered more of the mega-fat-fruit-flan-sweetfest?
Posted: Food
