The studying process officially commenced yesterday.
And, already I am questioning my sanity.
The bain of my existence, nay, my achilles' heel is Financial Accounting. And, it is this heathen monster I will attempt to tame, or at least house-break, over the next 3 months.
Somehow and somewhere in my hectic schedule, I need to find time for gym as well. My ample gluteus maximus is more maximus than gluteus, if you know what I mean. So, I don't know, but I think the best solution will be to fetch the baby, then go to gym, taking her with me.
As clingy as I am, I suppose if I see my husband an hour later every day, it won't kill me. At least, that's what I'm hoping. I notice how we have started going to sleep later and later every day. There is much to do in a household, you know. Dishes, laundry, cleaning, baby washing and packing for, bed making, ad nauseum.
My parents suggested that they could take the baby for a week at a time during the exam time. Although our first instinct is to yell "Hell no!", this idea has merit. So, we are considering this solution. Both myself and the hubby have exams to study for, and we both write in January of next year. It's gonna be rough.
We have divided the days of the week and the chores that go with it. Will see how this unfolds. So far so good. I just don't think it is a sustainable plan.
I'm just tired of the subject matter, I really am.
But, my dad made me an offer I can't refuse: a 2 week trip to Europe for my whole family on completion of the chartered accountant qualification. (Point 9 and 10 of "Things I wanna do before oblivion strikes" refer. See sidebar)
That's my motivation and I'm sticking to it.
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Of Erudite Iniquity
My brilliantly e-vol master plan for the weekend involves much festivity and fun. I will be yet another year closer to my demise, another year closer to the silvery hairs of wisdom and another year senior.
I’m going home – to my parents’ house – for the Easter (Wild Crazy Vegetarian Super Fun Braai and Party Birthday Party) weekend.
I suppose it’s time to take stock of the year that has passed. What a year it has been.
Let us begin with last year this time. I had just attended the Coke fest a week or so ago. I was dating this hot guy, who is now my husband. My articles were about to get signed off. I was living with my parents and seeing my boyfriend every other weekend. Life was fairly good.
Last year in May, I was on audit in Potch – varsity audit. I had gained 3 kilograms and skipped a leakage. One blood test later, and it turns out I’m pregnant!
Fast forward to June and it’s my wedding. The bride looked beautiful in white and … well, white. We said our I do’s in my husband’s home town, and skipped off for a 2 day honeymoon just outside Kimberley.
Two weeks later at the end of June, just after my articles got signed off, I packed my little car with all my worldly goods, and headed to my mother-in-law's house. And, there the husband and I lived harmoniously for 6 months.
Last year, at the end of November, what I thought was false labour turned out to be my little girl popping out to say high. Literally! She was 2 weeks early and simply gorgeous.
January we signed for our first home – a town house on the other side of town.
Middle March of this year, I’m back at work and baby is at day care.
I would have to concede that my 25th year was the most pivotal, influential, changing year of my life – so far. I became a wife, mommy, co-home owner and shrugged of the trainee designation all in one year.
Friends and neighbours, it is with certainty and much gratitude that I can tell you: I have never been happier.
The best is yet to come.
I’m going home – to my parents’ house – for the Easter (Wild Crazy Vegetarian Super Fun Braai and Party Birthday Party) weekend.
I suppose it’s time to take stock of the year that has passed. What a year it has been.
Let us begin with last year this time. I had just attended the Coke fest a week or so ago. I was dating this hot guy, who is now my husband. My articles were about to get signed off. I was living with my parents and seeing my boyfriend every other weekend. Life was fairly good.
Last year in May, I was on audit in Potch – varsity audit. I had gained 3 kilograms and skipped a leakage. One blood test later, and it turns out I’m pregnant!
Fast forward to June and it’s my wedding. The bride looked beautiful in white and … well, white. We said our I do’s in my husband’s home town, and skipped off for a 2 day honeymoon just outside Kimberley.
Two weeks later at the end of June, just after my articles got signed off, I packed my little car with all my worldly goods, and headed to my mother-in-law's house. And, there the husband and I lived harmoniously for 6 months.
Last year, at the end of November, what I thought was false labour turned out to be my little girl popping out to say high. Literally! She was 2 weeks early and simply gorgeous.
January we signed for our first home – a town house on the other side of town.
Middle March of this year, I’m back at work and baby is at day care.
I would have to concede that my 25th year was the most pivotal, influential, changing year of my life – so far. I became a wife, mommy, co-home owner and shrugged of the trainee designation all in one year.
Friends and neighbours, it is with certainty and much gratitude that I can tell you: I have never been happier.
The best is yet to come.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
A fresh approach
I’m back at work, and it’s almost like I was never away. From day one responsibility and deadlines are thrust upon me. But, hey, that’s what pays the bills.
My little baby is at daycare. I take her there every morning before work and fetch her after. I chose the most efficient, friendly and clean place I could find. The babies are well taken care of, with 2 babies per caretaker. It was also the most expensive place, but when it’s about your baby’s safety and security, no price is too high. The experience and qualifications of the ladies at the daycare was also a bonus.
My husband is doing his honours degree part time, working full time and he plays rugby. He gets the baby ready every morning, while I get myself ready. Chores are on a first come first served basis. We wash clothes and dishes and clean every now and then. This is turning out to take a lot of getting used to.
Sometimes I cook. It’s not frequent or gourmet, or anything, but I do try.
My baby seems to be growing like she gets fertilizer dumped on her at daycare. I miss her a lot during the day. Dropping her off every morning is heartbreaking, but I’m getting better at it. She usually just sleeps or giggles and smiles when she gets dropped off. I hope this will continue as she becomes more aware. She is a good baby.
Last night at 9pm she woke up after a 3 hour nap, she wanted play time. So, her daddy and I took turns having her on our laps. We even did some scrapbooking. I want to document her growth as closely as possible. She is growing with much speed.
I have decided to write the CISA exam in June of this year. Husband and I did some studying last night while the baby slept. I have a lot of work ahead of me.
There’s something about the environment here at the office. It’s very… I don’t know – it’s like the climate here is very competitive, but friendly and helpful. Everyone wants to learn and succeed. There are many successful people here at the office. I am having third thoughts about my second thought on writing my board exam again. I already had a lady offer me her notes for QE 1.
I’m blown away by how the people around you can influence you. I think this is a major component of why my prior job was less than fun. Everyone there was frazzled and tired and over-worked. The negativity has a way of rubbing off on co-workers.
My original point was that I have created a study plan for the year and I think it is attainable. The result of this CISA exam will set the tone for the QE exam, I think. Methinks I want some letters behind my name.
These days, my baby giggles and sings. She enjoys trying to stand. She likes sitting and watching television. Sometimes she topples herself while sitting. Next thing you know, her face is in the cushions and she’s on her stomach.
She has a pronounced dimple on her right cheek. It’s adorable. She still has eyes of deepest ebony. Her legs and arms are decidedly pudgy. But, she is healthy and growing well.
At the end of next week, I have to take her for immunization shots again. My leave has been approved and everything. It breaks my heart. She is very brave though. She doesn’t cry much. She stops soon after starting. But, having to have her hurt is just awful. But, I’d rather she got the vaccinations, than her getting polio or some other preventable calamity.
I applied for flexi-hours on Monday. They have been approved. I start work earlier, but I get to go fetch my baby and go home earlier too. I beat a lot of the bad traffic. So far it is absolutely worth it; especially with the help of my husband every morning. I am truly blessed as far as that’s concerned.
The secret to happiness is to be grateful, after all.
I have the cutest picture of my husband holding my baby the day after she was born. I picked up a picture frame at the office supplies store down the street yesterday. It’s awesome to see the two of them every time I look up. I’ve been thinking about adding a few more recent pictures of them to the wall of my little office. I miss them so much every day.
Last weekend my husband’s rugby team beat their opponents 19-0. In the rain. I didn’t see much of the match. I was engaged in attempting to make sense of Dickens’ Tale of Two Cities. It reminds me of when I read David Copperfield 8 years ago. Dickens takes a really long time to describe things. I was 25 pages into the story and nothing had really happened yet. There was just a lot of describing.
This coming weekend there will be another rugby match. I’ve decided to pay better attention this time around. It would be awesome to see the husband in action. He has worked off about 15 kg’s since the end of last year. I’m monstrously proud of him; and just as monstrously jealous. My baby birthing fat is clinging to me for dear life.
I’ll be switching medical aids soon. I’ve done the paperwork. I eagerly await the results.
I’m broke. I’m broker than broke. The paradigm of my life has shifted in huge leaps in a relatively short amount of time. Last year this time, I was skinny, living with my parents, very un-pregnant, nobody’s mommy, had few responsibilities, spent most of my money on travel and clothes. Today, I am a co-home owner, somebody’s (large) mom, responsible for co-cooking, co-cleaning and stocking the fridge. My budget has done a 180 and there is almost zero wiggle room. Things will improve, I’m hoping.
On the whole, life is good. I wake up next to the two loves of my life every morning; my best friend and my baby. The fridge is stocked, my car is gassed. I have a great job. My parents and his have been very supportive in all ways, especially financially – which has been a great help. Setting up house is amazingly expensive, despite all the wedding gifts we received.
Last year I was a skinny free agent, but utterly miserable. Today I am a post-pregnancy mommy with a fixed schedule and budget – I couldn’t be happier.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Delivery Day
Kyra was born 2,5 weeks premature, on Saturday, 29 November 2008, at 17h05.
She popped out after a mere 5 pushes-it was a vaginal delivery, with epidural.
Here is a brief overview of my weekend:
Saturday morning, at 4am, I wake up due to menstrual cramps. "More Braxton Hicks." I think to myself. With a sigh I head to the bathroom, for the 10th time that night. The pain then migrated to my back, which was when I decided, no time like the present for a bath.
An hour and a half later, the bath water is cold, and the pains, erratic as they are, are not going away. And, I'm getting hungry. So, I get up, get into a towel, and head to the kitchen to get some cornflakes. Pain courses through my abdominal and back area as I ambulate up the hallway and back.
When I return to the room, I decide to call the hospital to ask what pills I can take for this pain. They tell me to come in to the hospital for a check up. Just basic foetal monitoring. So, I finish my cornflakes and get dressed. Off to the hospital we go. It is 06h50.
We make it to the maternity ward without incident. I get hooked up to a foetal monitor at 07h00. "Great" I think, the cramps have stopped. The nurse tells us that I need to be on the monitor for at least 20 minutes. Also, my stomach is "hard". Don't know what that's supposed to mean.
So, after 20 minutes of only 3 cramps happening (they were erratic as I said, not regular, one bad, one not, etc) the nurse told me my obstetrician is in the building, as another lady was in labour. The monitoring wasn't conslusive, so I should wait for the obstetrician.
In the mean time, the cramps are still coming, and I wonder about getting some Panado at least. The nurse said I'm not to have anything till the doctor has seen me. "Wonderful" I think.
At 09h00 the obstetrician shows up. She does an internal exam of my bits. It hurt. Then it was just uncomfortable. Anyway, she felt up my cervix, said that it was squishy (meaning soft), and proceded to puncture my amniotic sack. So, she broke my water, and it rushed the bed. Felt like I'd wet myself badly. So, the doctor told me, no going back now - the water is broken, the kid is coming today.
Turns out I was in real labour, even though I thought it was false, cause it didn't happen as the book said it should.
I called my parents, who got in the car and drove the 5 hour trip immediately.
I’m told the anaesthetist showed up at 10h30, it felt like hours later. The labour cramps were intense – worse than any menstrual pains I’d ever experienced. I am lucky in that my husband is patient. I was telling, nay yelling at him to rub my back harder, softer, DON’T TOUCH ME, etc. Then there was the sweet sweet numbness as the epidural took effect. The rest of the day was downhill from there.
By 14h00, I was 5cm dilated. My parents arrived at around 16h00. By 17h30 I was 9 cm dilated. The last cm took an hour and a half.
They put me in these leg brace things on the bed. The pushing part of the situation took about 15mins, then Kyra was out. I cracked up laughing the 1st 2 times I was told to push. The doctor and nurse were like, “Push like you’re constipated!” Yes, the epidural was that good.
I recall the first thing I said as she popped out and they immediately put her on my chest, was “Euw, gross.” So, they took her away and wiped her clean. Then they gave her to my husband (Who had cut the umbilical cord, by the way). He went to go show the grandparentals, who were waiting outside.
Then, out popped the placenta, all intact.
The paediatrician checked her out. Everything was fine. She went to the baby room with my husband in tow. Then all the tubes were removed from me. And, the wait for the numbness in my legs to away ensued. I’d needed extra drugs to get my right side as drugged out as my left side. It took roughly an hour or so. The husband migrated all my and the baby’s stuff to our hospital room. I had a private room for some reason.
The nurses helped me to the bathroom, where my husband helped me wash. In salt water. I walked like a drunk person, cause the feeling in my feet hadn’t returned yet. Also, my blood pressure was a bit low again, now that the baby was out. So, I was a bit dizzy as well. After the bath, I went to the room.
The first breast feeding attempt, which happened before Kyra was taken to the baby room, was … weird. I had some water-like substance appearing from my boobie. They called it colustrum. Or something. Anyway. The nurses were awesome, they helped me get the baby to latch and do some sucking. This is vital as soon as possible after she pops out. The baby needs to learn to suck properly.
Then every 4 hours, the nurses would bring the baby in for boobie feeding. Sunday my parents bought the baby a bath, and bathing stand, and nappies, etc etc. They left around 14h00. My husband slept on the lazyboy all weekend. And he helped with the nappies. Sunday afternoon and Monday, the baby spent most of the time in our room. And we had a crash course in baby care on the job. Monday morning the husband had to go to work to secure some leave. He was back in a couple hours.
We left at 18h00.
And, that’s how Kyra made her appearance.
She popped out after a mere 5 pushes-it was a vaginal delivery, with epidural.
Here is a brief overview of my weekend:
Saturday morning, at 4am, I wake up due to menstrual cramps. "More Braxton Hicks." I think to myself. With a sigh I head to the bathroom, for the 10th time that night. The pain then migrated to my back, which was when I decided, no time like the present for a bath.
An hour and a half later, the bath water is cold, and the pains, erratic as they are, are not going away. And, I'm getting hungry. So, I get up, get into a towel, and head to the kitchen to get some cornflakes. Pain courses through my abdominal and back area as I ambulate up the hallway and back.
When I return to the room, I decide to call the hospital to ask what pills I can take for this pain. They tell me to come in to the hospital for a check up. Just basic foetal monitoring. So, I finish my cornflakes and get dressed. Off to the hospital we go. It is 06h50.
We make it to the maternity ward without incident. I get hooked up to a foetal monitor at 07h00. "Great" I think, the cramps have stopped. The nurse tells us that I need to be on the monitor for at least 20 minutes. Also, my stomach is "hard". Don't know what that's supposed to mean.
So, after 20 minutes of only 3 cramps happening (they were erratic as I said, not regular, one bad, one not, etc) the nurse told me my obstetrician is in the building, as another lady was in labour. The monitoring wasn't conslusive, so I should wait for the obstetrician.
In the mean time, the cramps are still coming, and I wonder about getting some Panado at least. The nurse said I'm not to have anything till the doctor has seen me. "Wonderful" I think.
At 09h00 the obstetrician shows up. She does an internal exam of my bits. It hurt. Then it was just uncomfortable. Anyway, she felt up my cervix, said that it was squishy (meaning soft), and proceded to puncture my amniotic sack. So, she broke my water, and it rushed the bed. Felt like I'd wet myself badly. So, the doctor told me, no going back now - the water is broken, the kid is coming today.
Turns out I was in real labour, even though I thought it was false, cause it didn't happen as the book said it should.
I called my parents, who got in the car and drove the 5 hour trip immediately.
I’m told the anaesthetist showed up at 10h30, it felt like hours later. The labour cramps were intense – worse than any menstrual pains I’d ever experienced. I am lucky in that my husband is patient. I was telling, nay yelling at him to rub my back harder, softer, DON’T TOUCH ME, etc. Then there was the sweet sweet numbness as the epidural took effect. The rest of the day was downhill from there.
By 14h00, I was 5cm dilated. My parents arrived at around 16h00. By 17h30 I was 9 cm dilated. The last cm took an hour and a half.
They put me in these leg brace things on the bed. The pushing part of the situation took about 15mins, then Kyra was out. I cracked up laughing the 1st 2 times I was told to push. The doctor and nurse were like, “Push like you’re constipated!” Yes, the epidural was that good.
I recall the first thing I said as she popped out and they immediately put her on my chest, was “Euw, gross.” So, they took her away and wiped her clean. Then they gave her to my husband (Who had cut the umbilical cord, by the way). He went to go show the grandparentals, who were waiting outside.
Then, out popped the placenta, all intact.
The paediatrician checked her out. Everything was fine. She went to the baby room with my husband in tow. Then all the tubes were removed from me. And, the wait for the numbness in my legs to away ensued. I’d needed extra drugs to get my right side as drugged out as my left side. It took roughly an hour or so. The husband migrated all my and the baby’s stuff to our hospital room. I had a private room for some reason.
The nurses helped me to the bathroom, where my husband helped me wash. In salt water. I walked like a drunk person, cause the feeling in my feet hadn’t returned yet. Also, my blood pressure was a bit low again, now that the baby was out. So, I was a bit dizzy as well. After the bath, I went to the room.
The first breast feeding attempt, which happened before Kyra was taken to the baby room, was … weird. I had some water-like substance appearing from my boobie. They called it colustrum. Or something. Anyway. The nurses were awesome, they helped me get the baby to latch and do some sucking. This is vital as soon as possible after she pops out. The baby needs to learn to suck properly.
Then every 4 hours, the nurses would bring the baby in for boobie feeding. Sunday my parents bought the baby a bath, and bathing stand, and nappies, etc etc. They left around 14h00. My husband slept on the lazyboy all weekend. And he helped with the nappies. Sunday afternoon and Monday, the baby spent most of the time in our room. And we had a crash course in baby care on the job. Monday morning the husband had to go to work to secure some leave. He was back in a couple hours.
We left at 18h00.
And, that’s how Kyra made her appearance.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Another 1st
Last night, while in bed, my baby was visciously kicking me / exercising her limbs inside my tummy.
Usually the kicks are infrequent, and difficult to project when or where she will strike.
But, this time, she seemed quite insistent, with 1-2-3 little bumps on my inside being felt, all in a row, all around the same place - lower abdomen. I told the hubby to put his hand flat "right here", which he did.
To which I then asked: "Did you feel that?" Him: "No." Me: "Did you feel THAT?" Him: "No." (insert frustrated sigh here) Me: "How about that one, did you feel that one?" Him, smiling: "Yes, I felt it."
So, last night, for the 1st time, my husband felt our baby kicking the juice out of my insides. Magical moment.
The kicks and punches have become more frequent and more pronounced. With 3 months to go, I can only imagine that it will become even more so.
What a little athlete!
Usually the kicks are infrequent, and difficult to project when or where she will strike.
But, this time, she seemed quite insistent, with 1-2-3 little bumps on my inside being felt, all in a row, all around the same place - lower abdomen. I told the hubby to put his hand flat "right here", which he did.
To which I then asked: "Did you feel that?" Him: "No." Me: "Did you feel THAT?" Him: "No." (insert frustrated sigh here) Me: "How about that one, did you feel that one?" Him, smiling: "Yes, I felt it."
So, last night, for the 1st time, my husband felt our baby kicking the juice out of my insides. Magical moment.
The kicks and punches have become more frequent and more pronounced. With 3 months to go, I can only imagine that it will become even more so.
What a little athlete!
Friday, August 8, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The first of many
Last night, just as I was repositioning my wide load in bed, I felt the 1st of 3 tentative kicks in my abdomen. What a magical moment! This was my kid, making it’s impact on the world at large, by kicking dents into mommy’s stomach.
I waited eagerly for the phenomenon to repeat itself, without satisfaction. All in good time, I suppose. I read somewhere that towards the last months of the pregnancy, the baby’s acrobatics are so intense, they regularly wake the mom.
I’m a light sleeper.
It’s weird, I still can’t process that I’m preggers. I mean, if it weren’t for the stomach and the constant eating and peeing… yeah. I never really thought I’d be pregnant, of all people. I mean, it was a possibility, but much the same way becoming an astronaut is a possibility: If you set your mind to it, you could do it, but it’s something other people do. Not I.
“The baby just kicked me!” I excitedly exclaimed to my husband. He then jetted to my side, and placed his hand on my protruding belly. “It probably won’t happen again,” I said. “I mean, that was the 3rd one.” Reassuringly, to my ears, I added, “Don’t worry – this will happen a lot more often in the next couple weeks, and months.”
I saw a pic online of a pregnant belly, ready to pop, with a tiny footprint plainly visible against the skin. A sort of infantile “Let me outta here!” And I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what awaits me. I’m 20 weeks into this pregnancy. Well, 19,5 weeks. And I’m already whale sized. I don’t know how people hide pregnancy. It’s rather very obvious on me.
My mom is probably right. This is probably a girl. Big in front equals girl. Carrying low equals boy. Simple.
I’m looking forward to the next scan – gonna find out the flavour. And then the naming battle will commence!
Pregnancy note of the day
I hate my atom-sized bladder.
I waited eagerly for the phenomenon to repeat itself, without satisfaction. All in good time, I suppose. I read somewhere that towards the last months of the pregnancy, the baby’s acrobatics are so intense, they regularly wake the mom.
I’m a light sleeper.
It’s weird, I still can’t process that I’m preggers. I mean, if it weren’t for the stomach and the constant eating and peeing… yeah. I never really thought I’d be pregnant, of all people. I mean, it was a possibility, but much the same way becoming an astronaut is a possibility: If you set your mind to it, you could do it, but it’s something other people do. Not I.
“The baby just kicked me!” I excitedly exclaimed to my husband. He then jetted to my side, and placed his hand on my protruding belly. “It probably won’t happen again,” I said. “I mean, that was the 3rd one.” Reassuringly, to my ears, I added, “Don’t worry – this will happen a lot more often in the next couple weeks, and months.”
I saw a pic online of a pregnant belly, ready to pop, with a tiny footprint plainly visible against the skin. A sort of infantile “Let me outta here!” And I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what awaits me. I’m 20 weeks into this pregnancy. Well, 19,5 weeks. And I’m already whale sized. I don’t know how people hide pregnancy. It’s rather very obvious on me.
My mom is probably right. This is probably a girl. Big in front equals girl. Carrying low equals boy. Simple.
I’m looking forward to the next scan – gonna find out the flavour. And then the naming battle will commence!
Pregnancy note of the day
I hate my atom-sized bladder.
Monday, July 14, 2008
academicus nauticus
so, i got my detailed QE results today. I mean, I already knew I failed, they told us that 2 weeks ago already. but, today, i got the detail symbols.
on the positive side - i passed one out of the 7 questions, got a B (60-69%) for that one. (Need 50 for a pass per question; last year, i just missed passing. got a D average. bastards.)
On the planning-to-fix-this end, i have enrolled in and paid for the pre-board course with UJ, and am gonna do the board course next year. i will also be able to attend all classes (didn't do a board course last year. and the prior year, had to drive to JHB every weekend), coz they have classes for the boardcourse here, in Bloem. Awesomeness. no more tiresome driving.
Going home this weekend (parents' house) to go get the last of my stuff - books, dvds, games, desk, etc. don't have our own abode as of yet, but we'll get there. i need to get studying. time is running out... ideally, i should have started studying in february... ah well.
upwards and forwards, i suppose.
just a note: if i do not make the QE on this, my 3rd try, there will be no other tries afterwards. This is the last time. I will be content with my 3 degrees, articles and CTA (Certificate in Theory of Accounting). By the end of this year, I'm gonna be somebody's mom. the responsibility; immense.
on the positive side - i passed one out of the 7 questions, got a B (60-69%) for that one. (Need 50 for a pass per question; last year, i just missed passing. got a D average. bastards.)
On the planning-to-fix-this end, i have enrolled in and paid for the pre-board course with UJ, and am gonna do the board course next year. i will also be able to attend all classes (didn't do a board course last year. and the prior year, had to drive to JHB every weekend), coz they have classes for the boardcourse here, in Bloem. Awesomeness. no more tiresome driving.
Going home this weekend (parents' house) to go get the last of my stuff - books, dvds, games, desk, etc. don't have our own abode as of yet, but we'll get there. i need to get studying. time is running out... ideally, i should have started studying in february... ah well.
upwards and forwards, i suppose.
just a note: if i do not make the QE on this, my 3rd try, there will be no other tries afterwards. This is the last time. I will be content with my 3 degrees, articles and CTA (Certificate in Theory of Accounting). By the end of this year, I'm gonna be somebody's mom. the responsibility; immense.
Monday, June 30, 2008
neon genesis
Today is my unofficial first day at the new office. (Tomorrow is the official 1st day)
And, it's all very intimidating.
There are 4 times more people here than at my prior office. I’ve already forgotten the majority of names of people I was introduced to [no amount of memory tricks could help me there]. The office is much bigger. There is no fixed seating plan, it’s pretty much first come, first served. It’s a whole new … atmosphere. Less mucking about; more getting the job done.
People here are very professional looking. Not in a runway model sense. Just – these people look like auditors. I have this urgent need to go shopping, so I can fit in. Can’t look like a hobo for the rest of my time here… That’s just not cricket.
I must have some serious self image and inadequacy issues, coz I have all these surging fears, threatening to drown me. I wonder if I will adapt or die. I wonder what the future holds. I wonder if this was a good idea… if I will flourish.
I’m grateful that I have a wonderful man by my side, helping me and looking out for me every step of the way.
On the pregnancy front; 4 months preggers now. My pants don’t fit – none of the traitorous buggers. I have a couple maternity tops I wear, and some pants. They will become my uniform over the next couple months. In these tops, I don’t even look all that preggers, which is a good thing. But, my regular clothes make me look like a stuffed Michelin man, ready for the fat farm.
Other than nasal congestion, I’m doing fine. When I get hungry, I still feel like I’m gonna die of fiery stomach starvation if I don’t eat immediately. But, this too will pass. Speaking of which, I’m pretty hungry right now. * sigh * will be ordering sammiches soon.
Food, glorious food.
And, it's all very intimidating.
There are 4 times more people here than at my prior office. I’ve already forgotten the majority of names of people I was introduced to [no amount of memory tricks could help me there]. The office is much bigger. There is no fixed seating plan, it’s pretty much first come, first served. It’s a whole new … atmosphere. Less mucking about; more getting the job done.
People here are very professional looking. Not in a runway model sense. Just – these people look like auditors. I have this urgent need to go shopping, so I can fit in. Can’t look like a hobo for the rest of my time here… That’s just not cricket.
I must have some serious self image and inadequacy issues, coz I have all these surging fears, threatening to drown me. I wonder if I will adapt or die. I wonder what the future holds. I wonder if this was a good idea… if I will flourish.
I’m grateful that I have a wonderful man by my side, helping me and looking out for me every step of the way.
On the pregnancy front; 4 months preggers now. My pants don’t fit – none of the traitorous buggers. I have a couple maternity tops I wear, and some pants. They will become my uniform over the next couple months. In these tops, I don’t even look all that preggers, which is a good thing. But, my regular clothes make me look like a stuffed Michelin man, ready for the fat farm.
Other than nasal congestion, I’m doing fine. When I get hungry, I still feel like I’m gonna die of fiery stomach starvation if I don’t eat immediately. But, this too will pass. Speaking of which, I’m pretty hungry right now. * sigh * will be ordering sammiches soon.
Food, glorious food.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
I'm Preggers
It has been 2 weeks since the fateful day that i received the news.
i'd skipped one, something that never happens to me. so, i went for a quick bloodtest, during lunch. i mean, why not. R100 later, "It's positive, congratulations."
It's been a tumultuous 2 weeks since.
The boyfriend drove from his place of residence (a 3 hour trip), and took a day's leave to come be with me. i was pretty shaken up. a call to his father in malaysia, and his parents are home that weekend, to lecture, encourage, interrogate.
his father will not be a conspirator, so my parents must be told.
rewind to a week ago, and one shocking email to my dad. my mom called me that night, seething. i have thrown my life away, made myself cheap. "I'm not that young, mom." My dad was in shock, he told all his siblings.
Fast forward to last weekend, spent on the farm. cousins, uncles aunts, brother, boyfriend, all gathered for the sake of the farm. nothing was said, but that is the style of the family.
and currently, what does the future hold? on sunday, there will be a meet and greet between my parents and his. who will all attend, remains to be seen. there will be negotiations. of what exactly, also remains to be seen.
yesterday i went for a sonar. i saw the fishy, chilling in my gut, swimming around. i heard the heartbeat, saw it. and i smiled.
further blood tests reveal that i am 100% healthy, as is my growing parasite. i'm 8 weeks and 3 days into this thing. the nausea and tiredness lessen when i take my vitamins. i wish i didnt have to work. i get so tired. my mind is a fuzzy mess. i'm just SO tired.
my loving and adoring bf is very excited, stoked really. there will be a birth and a wedding. wrong sequence, but... the modern world allows for this sort of thing. it will not be too much of a scandal.
of two things i am sure -- i am going to have this baby. and, there will be a wedding.
i've picked up 5kg's in rather quick succession over the last 8 weeks. my stomach has become a bit round. but, it doesn't look suspicious yet. few people on my mother's side of the extended family know, but this will soon change, no doubt. juicy news seldom stays secret.
i have obtained a scrapbooking kit and a digital camera for the progress of this gestation and eventual popping. i'm having difficulty taking pictures of my ever expanding stomach. the quality is less than great. i suspect this has more to do with my n00b status, than the camera itself. i will look into it at greater length when i have more time.
i need to buy glue and print pictures.
how do i feel about it?
I don't know, really. It's daunting and scary, but exciting. maybe some form of maternal instinct will kick in. i have no preferance of flavour, be it strawberry or bubblegum. i just want to do my best to ensure my parasite comes out rosy cheeked and plump.
can pregnant ladies imbibe energy drinks?
i'd skipped one, something that never happens to me. so, i went for a quick bloodtest, during lunch. i mean, why not. R100 later, "It's positive, congratulations."
It's been a tumultuous 2 weeks since.
The boyfriend drove from his place of residence (a 3 hour trip), and took a day's leave to come be with me. i was pretty shaken up. a call to his father in malaysia, and his parents are home that weekend, to lecture, encourage, interrogate.
his father will not be a conspirator, so my parents must be told.
rewind to a week ago, and one shocking email to my dad. my mom called me that night, seething. i have thrown my life away, made myself cheap. "I'm not that young, mom." My dad was in shock, he told all his siblings.
Fast forward to last weekend, spent on the farm. cousins, uncles aunts, brother, boyfriend, all gathered for the sake of the farm. nothing was said, but that is the style of the family.
and currently, what does the future hold? on sunday, there will be a meet and greet between my parents and his. who will all attend, remains to be seen. there will be negotiations. of what exactly, also remains to be seen.
yesterday i went for a sonar. i saw the fishy, chilling in my gut, swimming around. i heard the heartbeat, saw it. and i smiled.
further blood tests reveal that i am 100% healthy, as is my growing parasite. i'm 8 weeks and 3 days into this thing. the nausea and tiredness lessen when i take my vitamins. i wish i didnt have to work. i get so tired. my mind is a fuzzy mess. i'm just SO tired.
my loving and adoring bf is very excited, stoked really. there will be a birth and a wedding. wrong sequence, but... the modern world allows for this sort of thing. it will not be too much of a scandal.
of two things i am sure -- i am going to have this baby. and, there will be a wedding.
i've picked up 5kg's in rather quick succession over the last 8 weeks. my stomach has become a bit round. but, it doesn't look suspicious yet. few people on my mother's side of the extended family know, but this will soon change, no doubt. juicy news seldom stays secret.
i have obtained a scrapbooking kit and a digital camera for the progress of this gestation and eventual popping. i'm having difficulty taking pictures of my ever expanding stomach. the quality is less than great. i suspect this has more to do with my n00b status, than the camera itself. i will look into it at greater length when i have more time.
i need to buy glue and print pictures.
how do i feel about it?
I don't know, really. It's daunting and scary, but exciting. maybe some form of maternal instinct will kick in. i have no preferance of flavour, be it strawberry or bubblegum. i just want to do my best to ensure my parasite comes out rosy cheeked and plump.
can pregnant ladies imbibe energy drinks?
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