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Sunday, April 29, 2007
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*logorrhoea n pathologically excessive and often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness, prolixity [Gr logos word + roia flow, stream]
blogorrhoea n online manifestation of the above
watering pot plants
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Right, as of yesterday I am officially on maternity leave. Am going to spend the next three and a half weeks flat on my back under a plate of pies moving serenely through a series of carefully chosen yoga poses designed to aid my mystic contemplation of the gift of life that I am about to bestow on the waiting world. And nesting, just as soon as the instinct kicks in.
Nope, nothing so far.
catechism of ouchie
Monday, April 23, 2007
Haven't blogged much lately because I can't think of anything to say except ow ow ow as my rib cage flares upwards and outwards like the gull-wing doors of a De Lorean. This recently necessitated a trip to our local plush purveyors of ladies undergarments to be measured up for the trditional eight months' gestation comedy bra (by which I mean a bra of comedic proportions, not one with rotating attachments or a hooting clown nose, although I suppose these might keep the newborn entertained while we're waiting for my milk to come in. Now there's a marketing opportunity...)
On the subject of pain, I'm to see the anaesthetist on Thursday as apparently there are Options: so long as these don't include biting on a strip of leather we should be cool. A friend has advised me to act a bit stoopid as there is an anaesthetist who, on encountering a woman whose view of medicine isn't informed entirely by reading Woman's Day, gets a wee bit overexcited and tries breathlessly to explain the complete science of anaesthesia from first principles. So, stoopid it is. I can do stoopid. Oh, yes.
everybody knows
Monday, April 16, 2007
what the Internet's really for: fresh photos of cute babies, toddlers &c. now available here. With more to follow: these are from Feb; am hoping to clear the backlog that includes Becca's birthday before Beelzebump decamps and the new baby foto-frenzy begins. Five weeks and one day, people...
riding on the dashboard of my car
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
If you really think about it, sooner or later, it had to be done.