My beautiful niece and of course the bump.
Gorgeous niece, one of my beautiful sisters and bump.
Little beached whale...
December 29, 2008
Christmas Day
I will update with plenty of pics of the past few days and my poor husbands tireless work on the nursery, but in the meantime here are a few pics of the 35 week baby bump. Time is coming to an end.
My beautiful niece and of course the bump.
Gorgeous niece, one of my beautiful sisters and bump. Little beached whale...
My beautiful niece and of course the bump.
Gorgeous niece, one of my beautiful sisters and bump.
Little beached whale...
November 14, 2008
Speaking of Christmas…
Traditionally in our home we celebrate 2 Christmas days. The 24th, Christmas eve, where I cook and we as a family unit sit around the table, stuff our faces, drink wine, play cards and make with the merry. The 25th we go off to our respective extended families and have Christmas number 2.
I plan every detail of the Christmas number 1, from colour co-ordination to a menu. I love spending 2 or 3 days in the kitchen preparing the food, tweaking the menu, drinking wine and listening to Christmas songs. This year it’s going to be a little different, at least for me. For starters, there will be no wine for me, iced green tea will suffice. Secondly, we have no dining room this year, a bit difficult to do the whole buffet; starters, 2 roasts, veg, rice, potatoes, pudding, mince pies, etc. Thirdly, I am anticipating that I will be nearing the size of a house, what with me being 8 months pregnant at around about that time, which, and again I am presuming, will mean manoeuvring around my teeny tiny kitchen will be a little on the difficult side, not to mention the swelling feet and sudden inability to deal with the heat.
So, I’ve had to adapt my plans just a little. Firstly, I am going to downsize the meal quite considerably, and although we will still be having 3 courses, I was thinking of doing it a little more French cuisine style…. You know the pretty food that looks like it wouldn’t satisfy a supermodel after starving themselves for 10 days. I figure that 3 courses of pretty, tiny portions on a plate and a large supply of cheese, crackers and Christmas mince pies should keep the rabid wolves at bay. Next I plan on doing the feeding outside, Port Elizabeth Christmas weather permitting. If the wind is howling though, I don’t know what we’ll do. I guess we’ll have to move the lounge around and try to fit the table and chairs inside. And last, I plan on taking from the 22nd off of work so that I have ample time to prepare the food, which will mean that I will only really have to worry about reheating the roasts and putting the veg on, on the actual day.
You see, I told you… serious OCD, but Christmas comes around once a year, it is such a special holiday and an amazing time to spend with the people you love and who love you, why not strive to make it perfect.
I plan every detail of the Christmas number 1, from colour co-ordination to a menu. I love spending 2 or 3 days in the kitchen preparing the food, tweaking the menu, drinking wine and listening to Christmas songs. This year it’s going to be a little different, at least for me. For starters, there will be no wine for me, iced green tea will suffice. Secondly, we have no dining room this year, a bit difficult to do the whole buffet; starters, 2 roasts, veg, rice, potatoes, pudding, mince pies, etc. Thirdly, I am anticipating that I will be nearing the size of a house, what with me being 8 months pregnant at around about that time, which, and again I am presuming, will mean manoeuvring around my teeny tiny kitchen will be a little on the difficult side, not to mention the swelling feet and sudden inability to deal with the heat.
So, I’ve had to adapt my plans just a little. Firstly, I am going to downsize the meal quite considerably, and although we will still be having 3 courses, I was thinking of doing it a little more French cuisine style…. You know the pretty food that looks like it wouldn’t satisfy a supermodel after starving themselves for 10 days. I figure that 3 courses of pretty, tiny portions on a plate and a large supply of cheese, crackers and Christmas mince pies should keep the rabid wolves at bay. Next I plan on doing the feeding outside, Port Elizabeth Christmas weather permitting. If the wind is howling though, I don’t know what we’ll do. I guess we’ll have to move the lounge around and try to fit the table and chairs inside. And last, I plan on taking from the 22nd off of work so that I have ample time to prepare the food, which will mean that I will only really have to worry about reheating the roasts and putting the veg on, on the actual day.
You see, I told you… serious OCD, but Christmas comes around once a year, it is such a special holiday and an amazing time to spend with the people you love and who love you, why not strive to make it perfect.
November 13, 2008
Holiday OCD
For those of you who know me, I suffer from a slight (okay severe) case of OCD, when it comes to certain things. Pens and pencils for one…. Don’t touch them, they’re mine, if you use my pens they are contaminated and somehow never write the same again. Colours are also a bit of an obsession. I don’t like anything to clash with my “chi” e.g. there is a house not so far from ours that is painted pumpkin yellow, with forrest green finishes. Not cool, in fact this particular house hurts my eyes and makes my head very noisy.
Christmas brings out the worst of my OCD tendencies. Firstly because I am so absolutely over the top Christmassy, that I want to put my tree up at the end of October. Secondly, and this ties in with my colour problems, my tree has to be co-ordinated. Two toned with colours that go well with the green of the tree. Even my wrapping has to match. So the question this year was what colour to go with. The year before last was red and gold, last year silver and electric blue and this year???? I was considering a pink and silver theme, because it will probably be the last time in a loooooooong time I’ll be able to have pink in my home, but pink and green, mmm, maybe not! So the question was, a new white Christmas tree, or change my theme. Anyway, I decided on the colours, I obtained the correct colour paper and now it’s just the fight with my Grinch. He maintains that it’s still far too early to be putting up our tree. I on the other hand have a very devious plan, I am going to do my Christmas shopping early this year. By the time all the packets of gifts have been left strewn about the house, he will beg me to put the tree up and wrap the gifts so that he has some semblance of order in his life, (he’s a neat freak).
I’ll have it up soon, I’ll take a photo and post it in all its Christmassy glory.
Christmas brings out the worst of my OCD tendencies. Firstly because I am so absolutely over the top Christmassy, that I want to put my tree up at the end of October. Secondly, and this ties in with my colour problems, my tree has to be co-ordinated. Two toned with colours that go well with the green of the tree. Even my wrapping has to match. So the question this year was what colour to go with. The year before last was red and gold, last year silver and electric blue and this year???? I was considering a pink and silver theme, because it will probably be the last time in a loooooooong time I’ll be able to have pink in my home, but pink and green, mmm, maybe not! So the question was, a new white Christmas tree, or change my theme. Anyway, I decided on the colours, I obtained the correct colour paper and now it’s just the fight with my Grinch. He maintains that it’s still far too early to be putting up our tree. I on the other hand have a very devious plan, I am going to do my Christmas shopping early this year. By the time all the packets of gifts have been left strewn about the house, he will beg me to put the tree up and wrap the gifts so that he has some semblance of order in his life, (he’s a neat freak).
I’ll have it up soon, I’ll take a photo and post it in all its Christmassy glory.
November 12, 2008
A Bit of Bragging
I have borrowed this Disclaimer from Wendi's blog because I couldn't have said it better myself, (I hope you don't mind Wendi)***Disclaimer: this is a heavy post for anyone dealing with infertility/pregnancy loss. Please feel free to skip this post and return tomorrow if you are in a difficult spot right now. I'd completely understand. I almost didn't post this at all but decided a disclaimer was a fair compromise. I am sorry for anyone that this post may hurt. My heart knows the pain of those negative results... and remembers the pain.
Well, we had our long awaited 3D scan yesterday. With tons of maneuvering and sleeping with my bum in the air in the hopes that this little monster would turn and face the right way, (he had spent the better part of 3 days kicking me in my spine and trying to get his bum to push through my belly button). Eventually at 3:30 and me pulling rank with my tummy to get to a toilet in the hospital, (I was desperate), we were taken in to have a look.
Problem number 1, Monster was lying in his "hammock" not on his head like a good little boy, problem number 2, our son has his mother's appetite, our 12 week scan confirmed that when he wouldn't stop munching on his umbilical cord, this time apparently his placenta was quite tastey. He kept sticking his tongue out to lick it, as a result his nose and forehead were squashed flat, but admittedly he has got quite the putty nose... too cute!
We learned some things about babies as well. They cry, smile, open their eyes and have temper tantrums whilst in the womb (he did all 3), smiled at his Daddy's voice and threw a crying temper tantrum when the doctor tried to move him away from his tastey treat. 'S' has threatened to move out because little ones feet, hands and mouth wouldn't stop moving, he's terrified we'll have a hyperactive, A.D.D AND talkative child.
After all the antics, I am happy to report that our son is healthy, fat (a whopping 1,179kg's), and happy. He has 10 fingers and 10 toes, a healthy beating heart and what appears to be quite the head of hair. We are very proud of our cute little boy and can't wait to meet him in a little under 12 weeks.
I have attached some pics, a 2D scan showing his head pushed up against my tummy with his tongue sticking out to lick the top of my tum, the pic of him smiling, and another where you can see a little of his hair, and his fingers in his eye as well as 2 pics of my 7 month baby bump, a distant and close up, or as 'S' likes to call it, "his egg".
Well, we had our long awaited 3D scan yesterday. With tons of maneuvering and sleeping with my bum in the air in the hopes that this little monster would turn and face the right way, (he had spent the better part of 3 days kicking me in my spine and trying to get his bum to push through my belly button). Eventually at 3:30 and me pulling rank with my tummy to get to a toilet in the hospital, (I was desperate), we were taken in to have a look.
Problem number 1, Monster was lying in his "hammock" not on his head like a good little boy, problem number 2, our son has his mother's appetite, our 12 week scan confirmed that when he wouldn't stop munching on his umbilical cord, this time apparently his placenta was quite tastey. He kept sticking his tongue out to lick it, as a result his nose and forehead were squashed flat, but admittedly he has got quite the putty nose... too cute!
We learned some things about babies as well. They cry, smile, open their eyes and have temper tantrums whilst in the womb (he did all 3), smiled at his Daddy's voice and threw a crying temper tantrum when the doctor tried to move him away from his tastey treat. 'S' has threatened to move out because little ones feet, hands and mouth wouldn't stop moving, he's terrified we'll have a hyperactive, A.D.D AND talkative child.
After all the antics, I am happy to report that our son is healthy, fat (a whopping 1,179kg's), and happy. He has 10 fingers and 10 toes, a healthy beating heart and what appears to be quite the head of hair. We are very proud of our cute little boy and can't wait to meet him in a little under 12 weeks.
I have attached some pics, a 2D scan showing his head pushed up against my tummy with his tongue sticking out to lick the top of my tum, the pic of him smiling, and another where you can see a little of his hair, and his fingers in his eye as well as 2 pics of my 7 month baby bump, a distant and close up, or as 'S' likes to call it, "his egg".
September 26, 2008
Baby
Hi all,
Well we have another 3D scan scheduled for week 28 for a clearer picture, but in the meantime we got a sneak peak. It looks like half his face is missing because of the enormous temper tantrum he was having.
September 16, 2008
And now for a little rant
A LITTLE POETIC RANT
Personal space.
You know, that barrier between you and me.
That arms length that defines your space from mine.
That place my "aura" resides in.
That place I really don't want to feel you, Mr/s/Miss perfect stranger in.
The space that I have allowed in front of me in the queue so as not to invade the person in front of me.
My space you are now standing in, the space you are now breathing in so that I can not only feel your breath on my neck, but can smell what you've eaten in the last hour.
The space that no matter how hard I try to gain back, by tactical manoevering so as not to invade the person in front of me's space, you insist on getting back into.
I sigh, hoping that the garlic I ate last night will encourage you to move away.
I cough hoping that you think I am contageous.
I cannot muster up a fart.....
Finally, after the person in front of me has moved, I take a giant leap forward in the hopes that you will not follow.
But like a magnet you are drawn to me, you move in, sticking your sweaty arm to mine. I cringe, and vomit just a little in my mouth.
And then, just when I think I will leave my goods at the till and run from you,.... a voice of reason from the little boy behind you.
"Mommy, why is that lady standing so close to that girl, she smells a little like meat"?
The mother grabs her son, trying to find the smallest crack to fit into.
You blush and step back, I smile ... and pay ... and walk away with my groceries, feeling that justice has been served.
Personal space.
You know, that barrier between you and me.
That arms length that defines your space from mine.
That place my "aura" resides in.
That place I really don't want to feel you, Mr/s/Miss perfect stranger in.
The space that I have allowed in front of me in the queue so as not to invade the person in front of me.
My space you are now standing in, the space you are now breathing in so that I can not only feel your breath on my neck, but can smell what you've eaten in the last hour.
The space that no matter how hard I try to gain back, by tactical manoevering so as not to invade the person in front of me's space, you insist on getting back into.
I sigh, hoping that the garlic I ate last night will encourage you to move away.
I cough hoping that you think I am contageous.
I cannot muster up a fart.....
Finally, after the person in front of me has moved, I take a giant leap forward in the hopes that you will not follow.
But like a magnet you are drawn to me, you move in, sticking your sweaty arm to mine. I cringe, and vomit just a little in my mouth.
And then, just when I think I will leave my goods at the till and run from you,.... a voice of reason from the little boy behind you.
"Mommy, why is that lady standing so close to that girl, she smells a little like meat"?
The mother grabs her son, trying to find the smallest crack to fit into.
You blush and step back, I smile ... and pay ... and walk away with my groceries, feeling that justice has been served.
House Update
We had unbelievably good weather this weekend, no excuse not to do anything on the house.
Syd completed the floor last week, one colour, monotone, no bits in a different colour, you catching my drift here. It looks spectacular. So this weekend hubby got to work on renovating the skirtings, a perfect excuse for me to sit in the sun a little and get rid of the pastiness that is me. He has really done such an amazing job sanding them down and rebuilding the bits that need to be rebuilt. Hopefully next weekend we can paint them and stick, I don't know the technical term, them to the wall. From there it's the curtain rail and my new furniture and the lounge is finally done.
In hindsight, (I love that word), perhaps our initial time frame was a little on the idealistic side. Here's what we've done so far.
1. Removed horrid rotten carpets, complete with mould and puke stain.
2. Sanded down putrid nicotine stained cream walls.
3. Removed rotten cornices, some of which were stuck on with double sided tape.
4. Removed skirtings.
5. Broken down funny looking alcove wall.
6. Filled the hole in the wall, (no not the South African attraction, the other hole in the wall).
7. Ripped out part of the ceiling.
8. Replastered bits and pieces where the plaster no longer felt compelled to be bonded to the underlying bricks.
9. Moved the front door.
10. Replaced the back door, (not part of the plan until it fell off one night).
11. Repainted the entire lounge.
12. Replaced part of the ceiling.
13. Repainted the ceiling.
14. Painted the floor, 4 times!!!
15. Put in new plugs in another room where they had to chop holes into the lounge wall.
16. Replastered, filled and painted holes that electricians made when putting new plugs in other room.
17. Changed all the relevant light fittings.
18. And finally sorted out the skirtings.
Perhaps we should have decided on 6 months and not 1...
Syd completed the floor last week, one colour, monotone, no bits in a different colour, you catching my drift here. It looks spectacular. So this weekend hubby got to work on renovating the skirtings, a perfect excuse for me to sit in the sun a little and get rid of the pastiness that is me. He has really done such an amazing job sanding them down and rebuilding the bits that need to be rebuilt. Hopefully next weekend we can paint them and stick, I don't know the technical term, them to the wall. From there it's the curtain rail and my new furniture and the lounge is finally done.
In hindsight, (I love that word), perhaps our initial time frame was a little on the idealistic side. Here's what we've done so far.
1. Removed horrid rotten carpets, complete with mould and puke stain.
2. Sanded down putrid nicotine stained cream walls.
3. Removed rotten cornices, some of which were stuck on with double sided tape.
4. Removed skirtings.
5. Broken down funny looking alcove wall.
6. Filled the hole in the wall, (no not the South African attraction, the other hole in the wall).
7. Ripped out part of the ceiling.
8. Replastered bits and pieces where the plaster no longer felt compelled to be bonded to the underlying bricks.
9. Moved the front door.
10. Replaced the back door, (not part of the plan until it fell off one night).
11. Repainted the entire lounge.
12. Replaced part of the ceiling.
13. Repainted the ceiling.
14. Painted the floor, 4 times!!!
15. Put in new plugs in another room where they had to chop holes into the lounge wall.
16. Replastered, filled and painted holes that electricians made when putting new plugs in other room.
17. Changed all the relevant light fittings.
18. And finally sorted out the skirtings.
Perhaps we should have decided on 6 months and not 1...
Presenting....
The 5 month baby bump
I'm happy to say, touch wood, I haven't put on weight anywhere else ... YET!
I'm happy to say, touch wood, I haven't put on weight anywhere else ... YET!
September 02, 2008
Another important announcement
Sjoe, whatever will you all do? 3 posts, 1 day.... so I guess it's me that caused the horrid weather lashing the Cape!
In other very important news. My good friend 'Tjoppie', is expecting. A true miracle baby.
Tjops, I am so proud of you and C. We wish you a very blessed and healthy pregnancy. I can't wait to see "HER" 1st picture. (Yes people, we are willing it).
Congratulations!
In other very important news. My good friend 'Tjoppie', is expecting. A true miracle baby.
Tjops, I am so proud of you and C. We wish you a very blessed and healthy pregnancy. I can't wait to see "HER" 1st picture. (Yes people, we are willing it).
Congratulations!
Hello World, I'm a ....
Just a little note to let you all know that I, the new edition...
Am a little boy. Now you get to guess my name... those of you who know, don't spoil it... k!
Can't wait to meet you all.
House
Well, it's quieter this week let me update.
There is a LOT of wood!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You guessed it, the lounge is not yet done, I'm beginning to get a little short tempered with this whole lot, but this time there is a very good reason...
My sensitive sinuses started acting up, REAL bad! We decided that the little savings we had put away to complete the lounge had to go into getting the trees being cut down before they were in full bloom, and before the cheerful spring birds made their nests, (I would have lived with the allergies, I can't kill baby birds). So, the tree fellers arrived bright and early last week and began cutting the culprits down. Syd in his infinite wisdom decided to ask the fellers to get rid of the foliage and cut the branches into smaller logs to keep for braai wood. Aha!!!!
There is a LOT of wood!!!!!!!!!!!!!Anyway, the whole reason for my long winded rambling is this..... South Africans are curious by nature and so many of our "neighbours" stopped to find out what was going on. Um.... in case you hadn't noticed, we're cutting down trees. Ja, you see that chainsaw, you see the tree falling, you see the the loading of the foliage, the now completely open house, where once before you couldn't see the front at all, WE'RE CUTTING DOWN TREES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Since there was no need before, we had no lace curtains on the windows, now with every person driving down our street and slowing to try and figure out what is different, we had to get something. So Sunday was spent hanging new curtain rails, goodbye, circa 1960's cream painted plummets and horrid rusted metal hooks, hello decent curtain rails and properly hung curtains.
Added to the whole trees and curtains indaba is the fact that my poor dedicated husband painted the last coat on lounge floor, only to have a section of 1 x 2 meters left after the paint was finished. No problem, go out buy some more studio paint, same colour, different batch. Paint the floor, floor dries....... Different colour. EXPLETIVES!!!!!!! He has however promised me that weather permitting, he will complete the floor, in the new colour, this weekend. We'll see, I have no expectations, I'm done hoping....
Tagged....
I've been tagged by Sam, I think... (cunning lady challenges me to update my blog).
A. Attached or single? Married and very attached.
B. Best friend? Syd, my Mom, my gorgeous sisters, Nats, Nats, Pam, Sam, Anneke, Ericha, Cecilia and the list goes on, I'm a lucky girl. (I don't have a stutter, there are two Nats')
C. Cake or pie? Pie!!
D. Day of choice? I try to embrace every day, but I would suppose Sundays, the only day I get to laze around.
E. Essential item? Lip ice, hand cream, a book and my Placécol cleanser
F. Favourite colour? Burned orange and blue.
G. Gummy bears or worms? To eat? Worms. I'm not to sure that I'd eat Gummi Bears.. shame Cubby bear being smushed around in my mouth... Oh the torture, I'd need help and lots of it.
H. Hometown? Grahamstown (blush), spent most of my life in PE though.
I. Indulgence? My facial once a month and my foot spa
J. January or July? Aah man, could we not have chosen other months. July is my birthday month, but I'd have to say January because it's summer and I hate winter, grumble
K. Kids? 1 step son, one of my own on the way and 2 beautiful fur babies, Bella and Indianna
L. Life isn’t complete without? My husband & family & friends & my animals
M. Marriage date? 3 November 2007, but we have been practically married for 8 years.
N. Number of brothers & sisters? 2 Sisters
O. Oranges or apples? If I have to choose, oranges
P. Phobias? Roaches, ew, gross, sick, vomit EEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!
Q. Quotes? “Each one of them (us) is Jesus in disguise". & "Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own"
R. Reason to smile? Life and nature is chaotic, and after chaos, beauty always comes
S. Season of choice? Summer
T. Tag seven peeps! Whoever feels the urge
U. Unknown fact about me? I have a memory a mile long, I remember stupid insignificant stuff, from years ago. Oh, and I'm blunt.... really scary, don't mean to hurt your feelings, but you're better off knowing that those jeans make you look like a Biggest Loser contestant, prior to the big loss, blunt! (AKA I suffer from word vomit)!
V. Vegetable? Love them!!! All sorts, doesn't matter, just gimme
W. Worst habits? I keep peoples secrets to the detriment of myself, my temper, & I expect perfection, when I do something that's not perfect I get incredibly frustrated with myself
X. X-ray or ultrasound? A year ago I would have said X-ray, but ultrasound is a breeze now
Y. Your favorite food? Prawns skewered in their shell with a light drizzling of home made butter, garlic and herb and straight on the coals of a hot fire, rump steak, pumpkin & gem squash
Z. Zodiac sign? Cancer, with Gemini rising, I get confused sometimes...
A. Attached or single? Married and very attached.
B. Best friend? Syd, my Mom, my gorgeous sisters, Nats, Nats, Pam, Sam, Anneke, Ericha, Cecilia and the list goes on, I'm a lucky girl. (I don't have a stutter, there are two Nats')
C. Cake or pie? Pie!!
D. Day of choice? I try to embrace every day, but I would suppose Sundays, the only day I get to laze around.
E. Essential item? Lip ice, hand cream, a book and my Placécol cleanser
F. Favourite colour? Burned orange and blue.
G. Gummy bears or worms? To eat? Worms. I'm not to sure that I'd eat Gummi Bears.. shame Cubby bear being smushed around in my mouth... Oh the torture, I'd need help and lots of it.
H. Hometown? Grahamstown (blush), spent most of my life in PE though.
I. Indulgence? My facial once a month and my foot spa
J. January or July? Aah man, could we not have chosen other months. July is my birthday month, but I'd have to say January because it's summer and I hate winter, grumble
K. Kids? 1 step son, one of my own on the way and 2 beautiful fur babies, Bella and Indianna
L. Life isn’t complete without? My husband & family & friends & my animals
M. Marriage date? 3 November 2007, but we have been practically married for 8 years.
N. Number of brothers & sisters? 2 Sisters
O. Oranges or apples? If I have to choose, oranges
P. Phobias? Roaches, ew, gross, sick, vomit EEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!
Q. Quotes? “Each one of them (us) is Jesus in disguise". & "Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own"
R. Reason to smile? Life and nature is chaotic, and after chaos, beauty always comes
S. Season of choice? Summer
T. Tag seven peeps! Whoever feels the urge
U. Unknown fact about me? I have a memory a mile long, I remember stupid insignificant stuff, from years ago. Oh, and I'm blunt.... really scary, don't mean to hurt your feelings, but you're better off knowing that those jeans make you look like a Biggest Loser contestant, prior to the big loss, blunt! (AKA I suffer from word vomit)!
V. Vegetable? Love them!!! All sorts, doesn't matter, just gimme
W. Worst habits? I keep peoples secrets to the detriment of myself, my temper, & I expect perfection, when I do something that's not perfect I get incredibly frustrated with myself
X. X-ray or ultrasound? A year ago I would have said X-ray, but ultrasound is a breeze now
Y. Your favorite food? Prawns skewered in their shell with a light drizzling of home made butter, garlic and herb and straight on the coals of a hot fire, rump steak, pumpkin & gem squash
Z. Zodiac sign? Cancer, with Gemini rising, I get confused sometimes...
August 14, 2008
WONDERFUL WEEK... FANTASTIC NEWS
Well, South Africa, or at least the Eastern Cape seems to have decided that spring should come early this year. It's been moderately warm, which is fantastic for me because I HATE the cold. If I could live somewhere warm and balmy all year round, I would be a very happy camper. Unfortunately we have to enormous trees outside the front of our house. This of course means that absolutely no sun gets to the house and it stays freezing cold. Added to this is the fact that because spring has come early, the enormous trees are sprouting flowers... not good for my sinuses. So, next week the big trees come down, and glorious sun will stream into my home.
Anyway... the fantastic news. My sister gave birth to a beautiful baby girl on Monday. Emma Jade was born via C Section at 13:27. Mom and baby are doing very well. She is absolutely gorgeous. I am always so astounded at the beauty of a tiny baby, the absolute perfection. It is irrefutable proof that God exists.
My news... The Down Syndrome scan went extremely well. The little one is proving to be a lot like it's mom, permanently munching on something. In baby's case, the umbilical cord... which apparently tastes very good, because every subsequent scan has resulted in a good 'ol munching session. We also found out that we will be adding another BOY to our family. My poor husband is obviously destined to father boys, I think God in his infinite wisdom knows that he just wouldn't know what to do with a little girl.
The lounge is just about down, skirtings need to go on and curtains hung, and then my handy man husband will make the relevant furniture. Hopefully in just 2 short weeks I can post some before and after pictures of our lounge.
Will keep you all posted.
Anyway... the fantastic news. My sister gave birth to a beautiful baby girl on Monday. Emma Jade was born via C Section at 13:27. Mom and baby are doing very well. She is absolutely gorgeous. I am always so astounded at the beauty of a tiny baby, the absolute perfection. It is irrefutable proof that God exists.
My news... The Down Syndrome scan went extremely well. The little one is proving to be a lot like it's mom, permanently munching on something. In baby's case, the umbilical cord... which apparently tastes very good, because every subsequent scan has resulted in a good 'ol munching session. We also found out that we will be adding another BOY to our family. My poor husband is obviously destined to father boys, I think God in his infinite wisdom knows that he just wouldn't know what to do with a little girl.
The lounge is just about down, skirtings need to go on and curtains hung, and then my handy man husband will make the relevant furniture. Hopefully in just 2 short weeks I can post some before and after pictures of our lounge.
Will keep you all posted.
July 24, 2008
Terrible Trend
And so the terrible trend continues.... Although this time I must confess that I have a decent excuse. For those of you who know my history, and have stumbled upon me through the amazing support of the Fertilicare site www.fertilicare.co.za will understand my reasoning. For those of you who haven't, or haven't needed these guardian angels in your lives, because you were blessed au naturelle, you will also understand. And lastly, those of you who do not understand now, you will understand later.
An update on what is happening.
Business is crazy, and yes I have once again chosen hell week to update my sorely neglected blog, all be it at 19:15. Without jinxing the situation, or bringing in Sod (Murphy's cruel twin brother), the teething issues with a new business are starting to subside, and although I am still scarily busy at the end of each month, we seem to have ironed out a lot of problems with my system, or lack thereof.
The house is plodding on, the lounge is....... almost finished. What started as a relatively simple task has turned into something mammoth. So much had to be done and re done because of structural and convenience issues. I will not complain though, it is almost there and it will not be long before I can sit in my ideal lounge.
Some awesome, inspiring, amazing news is that Lady P, from now on Pam, (she gave me her permission) is going strong. We hit a speed wobble when her previous round of chemo yielded nothing, zero, zip. Unfortunately, because of the location and size of her tumor radiation was not an option to consider. The Doctors decided to give her the highest possible combination and dose of chemo and ladies and gents the results after 3 rounds of new chemo number 2.... The tumor has SHRUNK by 2cm. Now I don't want the Docs to take all the credit, I'm pretty sure all your prayers and thoughts had a huge part to play in this.
And lastly, and the reason for my cryptic 1st paragraph and my looooooong absence. After heartache, family bonding that brought my entire family including my folks and sisters closer to us, a new found respect for my folks and how much they do understand, and how far they will go to support me, finding my true friends and one friend in particular (you know who you are), that although we 'wobble' at important times, will never turn her back on me, emotional roller coaster rides, a lot of hard earned money, trips to doctors, embarrassing internal scan, horrid medication, poking, prodding, gallons of blood, and a lot of very sad tears......... finally happy tears came when a little stick decided to give me 2 lines instead of 1. I have chosen not to update my blog because the instant reaction is to scream from the top of the hills, to tell the world, but I needed to pass the dreaded 12 week mark. So, on or about the 2nd of February 2008 a new edition will be added to our family. This will not become a pregnancy blog, out of respect for those who have not yet had their turn. That is not to say that I will not update you all on our progress, but I will not overload you. Instead I will add a link later on to another blog, which will chronicle my pregnancy and the birth of our child. That way, if readers feel strong enough they can hop over and check it out.
And that as they say is that, no promises about new posts, I just can't seem to keep those.
PS. Nats, Ian and Hannah are doing fantastically, she is a beautiful, amazing little girl who has truly blessed her parents lives. You can continue to read their updates and Hannah's weekly news letter on their blog. Again a massive congratulations and a huge thanks for all your prayers which brought Hannah home.
An update on what is happening.
Business is crazy, and yes I have once again chosen hell week to update my sorely neglected blog, all be it at 19:15. Without jinxing the situation, or bringing in Sod (Murphy's cruel twin brother), the teething issues with a new business are starting to subside, and although I am still scarily busy at the end of each month, we seem to have ironed out a lot of problems with my system, or lack thereof.
The house is plodding on, the lounge is....... almost finished. What started as a relatively simple task has turned into something mammoth. So much had to be done and re done because of structural and convenience issues. I will not complain though, it is almost there and it will not be long before I can sit in my ideal lounge.
Some awesome, inspiring, amazing news is that Lady P, from now on Pam, (she gave me her permission) is going strong. We hit a speed wobble when her previous round of chemo yielded nothing, zero, zip. Unfortunately, because of the location and size of her tumor radiation was not an option to consider. The Doctors decided to give her the highest possible combination and dose of chemo and ladies and gents the results after 3 rounds of new chemo number 2.... The tumor has SHRUNK by 2cm. Now I don't want the Docs to take all the credit, I'm pretty sure all your prayers and thoughts had a huge part to play in this.
And lastly, and the reason for my cryptic 1st paragraph and my looooooong absence. After heartache, family bonding that brought my entire family including my folks and sisters closer to us, a new found respect for my folks and how much they do understand, and how far they will go to support me, finding my true friends and one friend in particular (you know who you are), that although we 'wobble' at important times, will never turn her back on me, emotional roller coaster rides, a lot of hard earned money, trips to doctors, embarrassing internal scan, horrid medication, poking, prodding, gallons of blood, and a lot of very sad tears......... finally happy tears came when a little stick decided to give me 2 lines instead of 1. I have chosen not to update my blog because the instant reaction is to scream from the top of the hills, to tell the world, but I needed to pass the dreaded 12 week mark. So, on or about the 2nd of February 2008 a new edition will be added to our family. This will not become a pregnancy blog, out of respect for those who have not yet had their turn. That is not to say that I will not update you all on our progress, but I will not overload you. Instead I will add a link later on to another blog, which will chronicle my pregnancy and the birth of our child. That way, if readers feel strong enough they can hop over and check it out.
And that as they say is that, no promises about new posts, I just can't seem to keep those.
PS. Nats, Ian and Hannah are doing fantastically, she is a beautiful, amazing little girl who has truly blessed her parents lives. You can continue to read their updates and Hannah's weekly news letter on their blog. Again a massive congratulations and a huge thanks for all your prayers which brought Hannah home.
June 05, 2008
Hannah Kate Henman has arrived
Something too important to wait until the weekend.
Natalie and Ian have brought home their beautiful little angel, Hannah Kate.
Natalie and Ian have brought home their beautiful little angel, Hannah Kate.
Welcome home. Pop over to her blog to read all the news and see more pictures. It's Almost There...... just click the link, no not that link...... yes that one.
Enjoy!
I'm back
I'm back..... Someone thought they could squash my highly intelligent, witty posts by deleting my blog. Tisk, really now, I'll just start another.
No really, I'll update my blog with all the new and exciting things happening in my life, (snore) on the weekend.
Glad to be back in Internet land.
No really, I'll update my blog with all the new and exciting things happening in my life, (snore) on the weekend.
Glad to be back in Internet land.
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