HEY BIRDS! HERE ARE COOKIES!
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Have just put a few more Becca pics up on flickr. Enjoy.
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HEY BIRDS! HERE ARE COOKIES!
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Have just put a few more Becca pics up on flickr. Enjoy.
i didn't even have to use my a.k.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Not just a good day but, so far, a good week: on Monday, first sight of Elder the Even Younger when we went for the 13-week scan (pictures to be posted as soon as I can get the scanner working). Learned to our relief that ETEY has the correct number and configuration of limbs and organs, including functioning kidneys; the nuchal translucency scan (performed routinely here at around the 13-week mark) also bounced back some pretty favourable stats. ETEY is also, it turns out, long in the body (the sonographer asked if I was sure of my dates) and an uncooperative little bugger to boot – on both counts, just like his/her elder sister. And I'm also carrying him/her quite high – again, just like Rebecca although this is probably due to my anatomy rather than ETEY's. Let's hope he/she can at least defy precedent by finding the appropriate egress when the time comes.
Not quite as cool, but exciting for me, is that the book I've been co-editing and shepherding into print over the past couple of months is due off the presses early next week, just in time to spend Christmas gathering dust in the annals of the National Library. And, more significantly, in time for the funding allocated for its publication not to disappear in a puff of smoke on the stroke of midnight on 31 December, hurrah! Many thanks are due to Jack and Maire for stellar and indispensable help with both laying-up and calming down along the way. And I don't want to hear anything about the book's 'birth': as I've argued at length in my PhD and many times since, the appearance of a book and the birth of a baby are NOT THE SAME THING and anyone who tries to claim that they are is being very tedious indeed.
On a entirely unrelated topic, many congratulations to Maire and Rodger on the safe arrival of Ada Olive, born in the wee small hours of this morning. Can't wait to meet her!
first II
Sunday, November 19, 2006
First couple of inclusions in my fantasy Kickass Short Story anthology:
Barbara Anderson, 'The Girls', from I Think We Should Go Into The Jungle (Wellington: VUP), 1989
Carol Shields, 'Mrs. Turner Cutting The Grass', from Various Miracles (London: Fourth Estate), 1994
Thursday, November 09, 2006
How's this for a kickass name: Birgitta Hammar (translator of Katherine Mansfield into Swedish). Does have rather an ironclad ring to it, doesn't it?
Haven't posted much lately because I can no longer think of anything evenly remotely amusing to say about throwing up. Last week's barely-perceptible bump seems to have vanished back inside me – I think this is because due to recent weight loss, abdominal fat layer and bump have now equalised, so that I am now, topographically at least, back to where I started.
Worryingly, Becca is now claiming that she doesn't feel well because of the baby in her tummy. I shudder to think what sort of role model I am providing.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Fancy that, Whakamaru has a Wikipedia entry. Why, only the other week, during an ill-timed bout of morning sickness, I managed to throw up on Whakamaru. I have to say it brightened the place up considerably. Was going to append this information to the Wikipedia entry but Jack reckons there's no point as there are battalions of mouth-breathers standing by ready to take down this sort of thing.
goodness gracious me
Saw the lovely stand-in midwife yesterday (consultation complete with nice cup of tea and two chocolate biscuits – what a country!) She gave me a bit of a prod with the Doppler and we were able to hear the Heir Presumptive's little heartbeat swooshing away in the gurgling darkness. (Just the one HP too, much to my relief.) Oh and contrary to best practice, I have lost a small amount of weight since the beginning of the pregnancy: that'll be the inability to keep food down thing, I expect.
Just got back from a lovely week with the whanau in Auckland, in the course of which I popped – characteristic of second pregnancies, this phenomenon is evidently triggered by the simple act of reading the positive result off the test kit, shortly after which you hear the muffled PHOOOOOOMPH noise from below your ribcage that is your belly expanding magnificently forth like a self-inflating life raft.