Maternity leave

Today is my last day at the office before a 4 month stint of facing the brutal realities of motherhood. This week has been an optimistic one. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of impending “holiday” to get your spirits up. Have I mentioned I can’t wait to get home? Ahhhhhh… To be on holiday again…

On the dark side of the coin, it seems that nausea has returned with a vengeance. And not just up chucking the content of my oesophagus, nooooo. I have that lingering nausea again, reminiscent of my first 3 months of pregnancy. I have no idea what happened to my nausea pills, I may have to invest in finding some more.

The pictures of my belly came out rather… okay. Only one was really beautiful, where the artificial light catches me just so. I look like I’m deep in joyous contemplation of the bundle of joy under my hands. Soft glow surrounds me too. I wonder if it’s a photoshop effect.

Despite me needing to have my feet up now, and resting – Next week Monday is already gonna be a full day. I have to go see the wedding photographer (We never did get our professional wedding photos, though we may still get them one day). We are gonna make an album. I have a budget and everything. I also have another obstetrician check up same day. These will become a weekly occurrence until I pop this kid, it seems. It’s a bit heavy on my (and the hubby’s, but mostly the hubby’s) pocket.

Then I also have to go see the UIF woman, to finalise my forms and get them to the Dept of Labour. I hope they will deem me worthy of getting some money. Would suck if this was all for naught.

Also, there are a bunch of little things I still need to add to the old hospital bag.

The husband and I went to my parents’ house last weekend. Yes, a 5 hour trip. My mom washed all my baby clothes for me, and we packed them in the required zip lock bags, to ensure there is a nappy, vest and an outfit in each. Well, to be fair, my mom packed everything. I just sort of watched. My mom also made me lasagne, which I asked for. The fast food places and restaurants just can’t make food the way my mom does.

Home sickness is a weird affliction.

My kid has almost more clothes than me now.

The husband has ordered a cot online. That should be here before the baby is. (We hope.)

We are still struggling with estate agents and sellers on the price of the townhouse we want. Either way, we have no idea when we will be able to move in. And, it looks like we will be in my husband’s parents’ house till quite some time after the kid is born. I don’t think this is a bad idea. At least she will be surrounded by loving family, and a support base like that is nothing to sneeze at. More hands to help feed, bathe, burp and clean. Huzzah!

I also speak to my parentals almost daily. They have confirmed that they will be here to support me for almost the whole of December, depending how bored they get. This is great news. I don’t remember much of what they said in the pre-natal classes regarding child care. At least, with my maternity leave, I will have time to read the book I have on that issue.

It seems the office scanner has taken a scanning quality nose dive. I have been unable to get decent scans of the past 2 sonars of the babbie. My apologies, curious masses. I will be putting them into my baby scrapbook, so if anyone ever comes to visit, just ask to see the scrapbook. Rest assured that it looks like a big headed baby. You can’t see much on the sonars anyway: just a big head and some appendages. Nothing out of the ordinary.

I’m still deciding on the QE. To study or not to study, to do it, or not. This will be the last time I have study leave for it. *sigh* Is it worth it?

Can’t wait to get out of here, pity about the mountain of work!

Rapid exit

I spent the morning hugging the toilet in this june winter frost. it was less than appealing. i lost my whole breakfast. i feel fragile.

I don't know if it is morning sickness, no nausea accompanied this calling for george and louis. I don't know if it is stress or exhaustion. I spent the past 3 years being stressed out at work. That's over now. Is it stress about the impending wedding? I don't know. (T minus 4 days, folks)

Usually, when i used to get bad stress, i'd get tension headaches. no puking. never puking. and i spent the first 10 weeks of this preggersness being so nauseous i could barely eat / walk / work. so, what is this now? i can't get this every morning. I don't have enough leave for this!

My body is against me.

On the plus side, if nothing i eat stays down this week, my wedding dress will definitely fit on saturday.

Preparations of a prolific kinde

So, for those who don't know it yet, my wedding is in less than 2 weeks.To that end, there have been a lot of preparations and so on. For the most part, all the details are being handled by the parentals, which is great.

The most pressing matter on my mind these days has however been, the first dance of the wedding. i have a few issues:

• my groom is twice my height.
• we haven't decided on a song yet.
• we've never close danced. ever. strange as that is.

okay, so the height thing should be lessenend by the scary heels i'll be wearing that day. i should be almost shoulder length to him. i can hope. and if all else fails, he has agreed to pick me up for it. sigh. sometimes it's hard to be a midget.

As for the song -- there are a bunch of contenders. We have decided to go classic romantic. like, for example:

• You Are My First, My Last, My Everything (Barry White)
• Heaven (Bryan Adams)
• Endless Love (Diana Ross & Lionel Richie)
• At Last (Etta James)
• Let It Be Me (Everly Brothers)
• The Way You Look Tonight (Frank Sinatra)

He added some Westlife, I added some BoyzIIMen. I have no idea what we are gonna pick. but, at least we have a list. That's a start, am I right?

Update - we just may go with KCi and Jojo's All My Life. Who knows. We have a couple days to decide.

We have never close danced. It's a bit of a logistical nightmare, really. He is far far away. And when we are together, he is very TALL.

On the upside, i will be there a couple days before the wedding. So, we will have a practice run. If it does not go well, then - well, we don't HAVE TO dance the first dance. I mean, we can give that a skip. there will be a thousand eyes... all staring... boring into us... evaluating... judging...

*sigh*

No pressure.