tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41269612011-10-08T11:50:22.226+12:00Funny Old World. . .Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.comBlogger11721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-75817868793321788542011-06-01T21:39:00.001+12:002011-06-01T21:39:27.806+12:00RelocatingI'm hoping that the creation of a new blog will inspire more creativity.
http://generalhappenings.wordpress.com
See you there :)Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-54649109790053657002011-03-01T16:47:00.000+11:002011-03-01T16:47:31.899+11:00TelevisionI was talking to my dad today about television. Neither of us watch an awful lot, but he pointed out that a lot of TV shows and movies are all about people being irresponsible and silly, and I had to concede he has a point.
But it occurred to me later that most of the shows on ABC For Kids are quite the opposite. Various shows focus on the importance of friendship, generosity, co-operation,Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-74370351650159609322011-02-09T12:58:00.000+11:002011-02-09T12:58:05.245+11:00I don't even knowHere I am at seven weeks and two days. I'm having trouble telling whether I'm hungry or sick, which makes me reluctant to eat, which makes me think I must be hungry because I haven't eaten much, but the thought of eating doesn't sit well... I don't know! The pickled onions which seemed so attractive to me when I bought them are now sitting in the fridge, half a jar left, looking sickening to me. Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-66087315294595525402011-02-01T19:04:00.000+11:002011-02-01T19:04:10.621+11:00Six Weeks and One DayFor the cave trolls who have not yet migrated to Facebook, or who missed the news, I'm pregnant again!
I've just been re-reading my pregnancy-related posts from last time. By five weeks I was nauseous and sore. This time, at six weeks now, I've really just been tired and hungry. Starving!
I'm going to go on record here and state that I think it's a boy this time - even though it's obviously farStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-87301468788326227952011-01-26T13:43:00.000+11:002011-01-26T13:43:58.106+11:00Australia DayAustralia Day. The 26th of January, a public holiday Australia-wide. It commemorates the day, back in 1788, that Captain Arthur Phillip rowed ashore from his ship, the HMS Supply, and formally claimed this land in the name of King George III. It is clearly an important date in this nation's history, and in the history of all Australians descended from Europeans. It is the date that got us here inStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-5869708599834772372011-01-10T09:45:00.000+11:002011-01-10T09:45:13.174+11:00"All babies are a gift from God""All babies are a gift from God and i think people really need to remember that!"
I think people really need to remember that not everybody believes in God, and if they do, it may not be the same God you believe in. Approximately one third of the world's population is Christian, which means two thirds (that is, a vast majority) are not. And even that one third can't agree on anything; that one Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-22886057500898438512011-01-07T11:25:00.000+11:002011-01-07T11:25:19.170+11:00Centrelink WoesCentrelink are so good. At being useless, that is. It's a funny thing; most of the people in their call centre are helpful and friendly, but somewhere in the background, behind the scenes, Centrelink is a looming hulking monstrosity.
About 6 weeks ago I applied for Austudy. Well, first they lost my paperwork and I had to re-lodge it. Ok, annoying, but not fatal. Very quickly after that I was Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-7710266059213636162010-12-31T23:56:00.000+11:002010-12-31T23:56:02.724+11:00Being the Good One
The people across the road from me have been letting off fireworks for a couple of days now. I trust the intensity will increase in about 13 minutes, too. It is totally illegal to buy, sell, own, or use fireworks in Victoria - but if it wasn't, I would love to be letting off my own. How come THEY get to do it, and presumably get away with it? How come they feel no qualm, Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-12287543458540084262010-12-01T20:17:00.001+11:002010-12-01T20:26:53.168+11:00My grandfather died on Thursday, and his funeral was today. Don't chime in with commiserations; I wasn't close to him and I'm not really upset. But this is a musing on the funeral.
It would appear that my grandparents (dad's parents) were quite religious, and grandpa's service today reflected that. There was a lot of stuff about Jesus guiding us through our grief and knowing that grandpa is withStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-63250580693492193032010-11-29T18:19:00.000+11:002010-11-29T18:19:06.562+11:00
Ellie at mum and dad's
Elspeth has been a holy terror today! Perhaps holey might be the better word; she's got a graze on her head and a cut on her toe! But the injuries, as usual, don't seem to bother her. She's just having a random grump day. I guess it's because she just spent three days with her grandparents (my parents), and now she's back home and it's sooooo booooring!! Nanna and Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-70781903609069653882010-11-21T20:44:00.002+11:002010-11-21T20:47:19.587+11:00
I'm going to the dentist tomorrow. I don't hate or fear dentists like a lot of people do, but I don't really like them either - which is why I've been putting this off for nearly five years. My teeth are in a shocking state; the dentist is either going to have a heart attack or a wet dream. The worst thing is I'll have to take Elspeth with me, as neither my husband nor my mother can look after Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-72215673967085316852010-11-05T23:43:00.000+11:002010-11-05T23:43:30.676+11:00Begin rant.
Right, I hate people. Honestly, I never saw myself as being that great, until I started comparing myself with others.
So many people in the world are stupid, will-fullly ignorant, weak-willed, greedy, petty, and filled with hatred.
Oh my, I guess I fit into that last category, at least!
Seriously, I can't go ONE SINGLE DAY anymore without wondering WHERE DID HUMANITY GO WRONG??? Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-87355991743907347782010-11-04T16:24:00.000+11:002010-11-04T16:24:35.118+11:00Well, I'm not doing so well now. According to my calculations, I should be at 8,000 words by the end of today. It's 4.30pm and I've only just got over 5,000. Unless I have a big run tonight, I think I'm buggered! I probably should have been planning a novel for months, instead of deciding what to write about on the morning of the 1st!Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-69775263320170926482010-11-01T12:27:00.000+11:002010-11-01T12:27:04.880+11:00NaNoWriMo strikes again! Yes folks, November is National Novel Writing Month. I'm aiming for 2,000 words per day, that should get me nicely over the required 50,000 words, or get me to the target a little early. So far today I have 1,589. Well on track!
This year's wordcount tips:
Give characters two-word names such as Mary Lou, Billy Bob, and so on, and use their full name every time they are Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-2748164614291788082010-10-31T12:52:00.000+11:002010-10-31T12:52:57.177+11:00The spiders are out to get me again. In recent days I have noticed a large number of very small spiders around my house, all of the same type - this says to me that somewhere around, probably inside, is their mummy. Just thinking of this makes my skin prickle and my chest tighten. I sort of want to find her and kill her, but I also don't actually want to come across her.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-1945890302740480812010-10-27T13:34:00.000+12:002010-10-27T13:34:49.654+12:00Bloody Stupid Advertising
Take a look at this bus station ad which I photographed myself this morning.
"Life's better connected."
What does that even mean? You can't use a comparative term without giving something to be compared. Life's better connected than an unlikely shimmering silver sphere? Even if it were a complete sentence, it still wouldn't mean anything, and would certainly have no Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-42754553924704543842010-10-18T13:46:00.000+12:002010-10-18T13:46:39.097+12:00Spiders and I do not get along. In fact, they scare the living shit out of me.
This has not always been a case.
As a child, I'm sure I was tolerant of arachnids.
But one day in primary school, a substitute teacher told us a story of a woman who was bitten by a certain type of spider, and whose skin subsequently rotted away and she died.
Since then, my fear of spiders has gotten worse and Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-48935546506767301122010-08-01T17:52:00.000+12:002010-08-01T17:52:44.839+12:00For all my lovely and loyal followers, if there are any left, I now intend to blog more regularly over at The Baby, She Crazy! This is because most of my doings these days are baby-related, and somehow it seemed appropriate to pretty much give her a blog of her own! I will probably still update here sometimes, when I do things that have nothing to do with Elspeth. So, like, in 50 years or so... Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-55073674951974363492010-04-26T12:14:00.000+12:002010-04-26T18:18:22.312+12:00I'm complaining about last night.Little Ellie has been sleeping right through the night 99% of the time since she was four months old. But last night was just the pits. She woke up at 2.15am, for no real reason that I could find. I think she does have a tooth on the way, but at that point she didn't actually seem to be in pain. She simply would not re-settle for over two hours; it was past 4.30 Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-6123405504541849732010-04-23T20:29:00.003+12:002010-04-23T20:33:11.750+12:00Ellie and I went down to the lake today for a picnic and some fun.So many leaves! Only two hands and one mouth! What to do?! The weather was nice, so we stayed down there just playing for a couple of hours.She also tried to chase some magpies! They all got away, though. She kept trying to shove leaves up my nose, in my eyes, and into my mouth. Yummy! I think she got more in my mouth than her own! Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-23120221302556328292010-04-16T10:41:00.003+12:002010-04-16T10:52:35.576+12:00No celebrity seems to ever actually doanything wrong. They're not immoral or criminal, oh no. They have an illness or an addiction. Since when does that make things okay?Tiger Woods, hello? Sex addiction? Or just a sleazebag? Oh right, he has lots of money and publicists and a lot of people relying on his good reputation; of course it has to be a sex addiction. Ditto David Duchovny. Amy WinehouseStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-76424299702310177972010-04-14T17:11:00.006+12:002010-04-14T17:20:58.088+12:00Today was Cheap Shopping day! ALDI and Big W, hooray! Did you know you can get 50 nappies for $16 from ALDI? That's awesome. And 80 baby wipes for under $3. Love love love.Also bought some warm winter clothes for Ellie from Big W. She has hardly any warm clothes in the sizes she'll be needing over winter. So I bought lots of socks and a cute jacket for her. If anyone fancies giving her a present,Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-68909274491057841922010-04-11T19:19:00.003+12:002010-04-11T19:28:08.726+12:00Well, it was a normal boring Sunday until somebody had the bright idea of a picnic lunch! The sun was shining intermittently, the wind was blowing like mad, and we set off with cheeses and crackers to Canberra's Carillon.Ellie got into everything - she went for the brie, and then the blue, then the cheddar. Then the cheese knife. Then the kabana, and the salami. Finally she settled on a cheesy Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-47437826958075984992010-04-10T23:20:00.001+12:002010-04-10T23:23:02.411+12:00Today was the Hens Afternoon Tea of my friend Krystle, in Weston Park by the lake. A lovely day was had by all! I was pleasantly surprised that there were some people there I knew, and I even won a prize in one of the games - a bucket of lollies.Upon my return home, Aidan went out to Josh's Bucks Night.And I discovered that Ellie has a new tooth JUST popped through the gum today! No wonder she Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-50836793876408076482010-04-08T14:28:00.001+12:002010-04-08T14:33:24.162+12:00Pics of the regatta for Cazzie :)There are more HEREStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-91151958350926322092010-04-07T23:05:00.003+12:002010-04-07T23:09:29.215+12:00Dear God,Why did you invent alcohol? And young men? And if you had to invent them, couldn't you have kept them apart? Didn't you know you were inviting trouble by combining them, or letting them combine?There is a group of young men in the hotel across the road from here. I think they are playing some kind of game, because periodically their voices are raised in unintelligible shouts. It does notStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-8079889276060171792010-04-07T08:57:00.002+12:002010-04-07T09:06:38.872+12:00Ok... Chris-inspired, I'm going to attempt to write a sentence or two.Ellie is standing up now, by pulling herself up on the side of the cot. She is also crawling really well.Now, the last week or so I have actually done stuff, yay, so here it is...On Friday 26th March, Aidan and Ellie and I drove all the way from Canberra to Rye (almost 800km, or about 470 miles) to go to a friend's wedding on Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-33769707555791074062010-03-11T15:11:00.001+11:002010-03-11T16:24:55.503+11:00So anyway, I had my cocktail party last night to celebrate my birthday. It was lots of fun, I think everybody enjoyed themselves. I didn't take any photos though. :(Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-67211114020788340982010-03-11T15:07:00.000+11:002010-03-11T15:10:43.832+11:00Just a couple of shots from the Melbourne trip... late. :)Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-28085430404657102492010-02-26T11:54:00.003+11:002010-02-26T11:58:24.851+11:00Sitting in Hudsons's Coffee stealing the internet from Mag Nation next door. Melbourne! Loving it. Except I have wicked period pains right now. Ouchies. Otherwise having fun. Saw Tammy and her little Alexis for lunch yesterday; I haven't seen her in years so I expected awkwardness, but now we're both married with kids we have much more in common than we ever used to!! So that was good.Having Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-47112735377079886042010-02-18T21:30:00.001+11:002010-02-18T21:32:01.923+11:00Muuust... bloooooog.... MOOOOOOORE!!!I just had to come home early from a dinner party because Ellie decided to scream instead of sleep. I can't say I blame her; one of the women there had a particularly loud voice that must have been very difficult to try sleeping through!! Oh well, had fun while I was there, and maybe next time Hannah will have a partaaayyy on a night Aidan's not working, so I Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-63631070960909739962010-02-06T12:16:00.004+11:002010-02-06T12:28:46.561+11:00Initial impression from the sonographer yesterday is that Ellie's hip is "slightly immature" but that's nothing to worry about. Still waiting on the final report from the doctor who reviews the ultrasound images, we'll have that on Monday. Should be fine.I have been ultra-efficient mum today. I got up at 7am, fed and changed Ellie, put a load of washing on, and a load of dishes in the dishwasher.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-79409511840924521052010-02-05T08:58:00.003+11:002010-02-05T09:03:09.533+11:00I can't believe Elspeth is nearly seven months old now. Things have all just happened so fast! She can sit up on her own now, at least until she loses concentration, she has a third tooth on the way (to judge from the chewing and chomping and crying), she chuckles at everything, and she's just gorgeous.But today we have to take her to get an ultrasound, because the doctor thinks her hips might beStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-43620214444225833002010-01-22T19:44:00.002+11:002010-01-22T19:44:32.949+11:00Quick note - Ellie's first two teeth popped through today! Both in the lower gum, right near the middle.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-29214626272912007472010-01-21T18:51:00.003+11:002010-01-21T19:19:08.250+11:00Sometimes I don't recognise myself.I'm sure I used to be timid and shy. I recall once upon a time refusing to buy myself a pair of shoes because I didn't want to talk to the person at the counter. I think mum had to get them for me. I was probably about 13.Now I yell at people for not using their indicators, and confront people about their poorly thought out beliefs and values.Not so long ago I Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-41298249195029938332010-01-14T22:38:00.002+11:002010-01-14T22:42:14.481+11:00Ghost update...Just a quick post about a couple of inexplicable thuds and bangs in here tonight. Sounded like the baby's chair thing being dropped onto the side table, but since it was already sitting there quite flat and secure... hmmm.Also a very strong feeling of being watched tonight. I was sitting around in my underpants (hey, it's hot, ok?!) and I've had to put my jeans back on because I Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-16327617412411661412010-01-13T13:43:00.003+11:002010-01-13T13:50:53.655+11:00The world of Stace right now... Aidan's into his second week of night shift, so I don't see an awful lot of him - at least, not awake.We have a property inspection tomorrow, and if that bloody woman mentions my unwashed dishes again I'll rip her head off. Her job is to inspect the condition of the rental property, not my housekeeping. Also if she mentions the garden I shall point out that Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-821884790127722512010-01-09T16:17:00.004+11:002010-01-09T16:25:01.354+11:00On a poorly chosen stinking hot afternoon (today), a family of three (us) went to Cockington Green Gardens, a collection of miniature buildings set amongst lovely gardens to the north of Canberra. I enclose for your enjoyment some photos!I loved the garden on this - the tiny trees and creepers!Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-37331512256614375172010-01-06T11:12:00.003+11:002010-01-06T11:24:36.532+11:00So anyway, it's been a little while since I blogged. Again. I'm getting slack.We bought a bass guitar! Elspeth's fingers aren't quite long enough, but Aidan and I are picking it up reasonably well - it helps that Aidan has played guitar before, and I've played piano so I have an idea of musical theory in general.It's stinking hot in Canberra; a typical summer here. It's never very nice. It makes Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-68229025682451872772009-12-26T11:48:00.002+11:002009-12-26T11:52:41.735+11:00The rolling over sequence: She started on her back in the middle of that playmat.And then she rolled onto her tummy, which is par for the course.But what's this? A new development! She rolled back over!And just kept going and going and going...Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-82475801093857470402009-12-24T13:01:00.003+11:002009-12-24T13:04:55.501+11:00I always thinks she looks smaller and cuter without clothes :)Oh, and please forgive the dribble on her chin... she hasn't figured out how to use tissues yet :)This photo clearly demonstrates one of my favourite little sayings: "No amount of cleaning will make this house look like a baby doesn't live here."Observe the change table on the right, with the nappy disposal thingie just behind it, and Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-29336913580964110092009-12-23T16:48:00.002+11:002009-12-23T16:53:36.896+11:00Happy December everyone!In the last month we've had lots of visitors - Andrew, then Aidan's parents, then my parents! Everybody, naturally, came only to see Elspeth. She's the popular one! And now the dreaded C-Day approaches (or X-Day, if you're American or lazy), and we are left quietly alone to not-celebrate. Aidan's working on the day anyway.Elspeth has been a marvellous little baby, althoughStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-88676383960106516332009-12-22T10:57:00.002+11:002009-12-22T11:06:27.848+11:00Just a few random snaps of baby Elspeth!Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-47317631833919137792009-12-12T12:40:00.002+11:002009-12-12T12:45:44.253+11:00Just had a very nice few days with Andrew. Didn't get out of the house very much - tough with the bub - but as shown in this grainy photo, we did go out to dinner at the local Spanish restaurant which I love. Thanks Andrew!Tired. Elspeth had a restless night. Me too.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-51965748792822262032009-12-06T09:54:00.004+11:002009-12-06T10:09:00.148+11:00Ok, rant time. If you don't like swear words, don't read this.What the FUCK makes anybody think they have the right to bash the shit out of somebody?Where do people get off? What the hell are they thinking?Some utter wankers in Melboure this morning bashed the crap out of a taxi driver because he wouldn't drive through a red light.I mean, seriously, what the fuck? The taxi driver was doing his Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-17666460138998972282009-12-03T15:20:00.002+11:002009-12-03T15:21:14.502+11:00I have done very little today. I may consider leaving the house later. I should probably go and get something for dinner. I'm tired. It was a restless night.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-21075863029805281342009-12-02T07:30:00.004+11:002009-12-02T07:37:23.260+11:00Good morning Blogosphere!Yes, it's morning. 7.30am. Having babies does really strange things to you - like make you get up before midday.Normally I feed her then go back to bed, but she's been an irritababy of late so I'm trying to follow one of Tizzie Hall's routines a little more closely.Tizzie Hall is an odd name. But she is, apparently, a baby whisperer. I can whisper "baby" too, but I don't Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-25794879428161661702009-11-26T13:01:00.003+11:002009-11-26T13:18:59.763+11:00Upon Aidan's suggestion, I am going to begin documenting the odd things that happen around this apartment. We believe the place is haunted, despite natural skepticism, and here's why...A necklace of mine went missing. I mean really missing. I've had four people search this place from top to bottom with no luck.Other small items have occasionally vanished, usually to be found shortly after asking Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-73745056736373344172009-11-25T11:54:00.003+11:002009-11-25T12:07:28.368+11:00Today is our 3 year wedding anniversary!It's been a jam-packed 3 years with lots of happenings and changes. The one thing that hasn't changed is our happiness!We have a lovely day not-planned: nothing concrete, just snuggles and declarations of love, followed by an Indian meal to be delivered to our house later tonight. Screw cooking on our special day!Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-14993312072554361262009-11-21T16:06:00.002+11:002009-11-21T16:26:25.902+11:00The giggle videos
Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-40545447600784320512009-11-21T12:20:00.005+11:002009-11-21T12:33:56.725+11:00Right. It has been far too long since I blogged, so here I am to tell you about Elspeth's amazing week and our holiday on the coast.She is now four months old.In the last week she has rolled over, eaten solid foods, begun to regularly sleep through the night (11pm to 7am), and been dunked in the ocean. How awesome is my baby?So anyway, mum and dad picked Ellie and I up on Saturday to head down toStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-48739967753897570172009-10-22T14:15:00.002+12:002009-10-22T14:23:23.917+12:00Things that make me hate the world:A man threw his daughter off a bridge, and will probably be acquitted or get off lightly on mental health grounds.Kids are bullied to the point of suicide.A woman is murdered, and people who aren't even suspects won't come forward to assist police.Doctors rape their patients in shocking abuses of trust.Alcohol related violence is on the rise.And this is just Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-24898917752581523642009-10-01T10:49:00.003+12:002009-10-01T10:55:15.517+12:00There is just one month left until NaNoWriMo! One month in which to decide subject matter, think about it, and plan it, before I have to sit down for a month and write 50,000 words. Again. This time I'm thinking of writing about preganancies, births, babies. Just because I won't have to do much in the way of research! I've just been through all that, and it's all fresh in my mind. But I don't Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-84331053196059832742009-09-29T17:45:00.002+12:002009-09-29T17:54:17.281+12:00Our oven hasn't been working for a few weeks now. Not a big deal, as we don't often use the oven - the stove-top is more our thing, and that still works. So anyway, the electricians are here now fixing it. Yes, plural. One guy arrived, and I thought that was fine. Then another guy arrived. Finally, a third guy came. Three dudes to fix one oven! Except they can't fix it. They took the element out Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-31701947858684445062009-09-27T22:16:00.002+12:002009-09-27T22:31:00.755+12:00I had a dream last night. A very bizarre dream, which, unusually for me, I remember in great detail and with clarity.It went like this.I left my house alone, leaving Elspeth by herself. This, by the way, I would never actually do. The city I walked out into looked a little like Madrid, and a little like Melbourne, but wasn't either of them. I went to this really odd little shop which sold lots ofStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-6142308503583948732009-09-26T17:17:00.003+12:002009-09-26T17:25:25.540+12:00Our little girl is 10 weeks old now! Actually she was 10 weeks old on Wednesday. Time is flying by so quickly!We had a visit from Aidan's parents last week, which was wonderful. We went to Floriade (again; we went with my mum the week before!), and just generally hung around having a nice time.Elspeth is a great sleeper; in fact I'm about to have to wake her up for a feed. I find it's good to do Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-83387123994077600072009-09-10T00:00:00.003+12:002009-09-10T00:13:24.823+12:00It has been a long time between blogs. For that, I apologise to my readers if I have any left. Things have been busy, as I'm sure you can imagine!Some things have been going on, as follows:Firstly, Elspeth is eight weeks old today! I can't believe it's been that long already. She's doing really well, growing and eating like a pig. She's on soy formula now as we believe she may be lactose Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-29784684594841406182009-08-29T21:35:00.002+12:002009-08-29T21:39:20.141+12:00Elspeth with gas :)
Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-79052738020235987022009-08-10T00:22:00.005+12:002009-08-10T00:33:19.265+12:00We have just had a lovely family weekend, with my parents and my brother visiting Canberra to see Elspeth and I (and Aidan but he was working for most of it). It is the first time my brother has met his neice; I think they'll get along better when she's a little older. My apologies for the very poor image quality - I keep forgetting to bring my camera with me, so these were taken on my phone.The Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-69982170986463502282009-08-06T18:05:00.002+12:002009-08-06T18:20:20.455+12:00Now it is time to gloat about how good I am.Not only do I have a happy, healthy, three-week-old daughter, and not only was the real estate agent pleased with the property inspection this morning, but I am also keeping up with my (officially) "full-time" study load and getting quite good marks!I've been really surprised and quite impressed with myself; in the past, when attempting online study, Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-28150653588387334802009-08-03T21:19:00.003+12:002009-08-03T21:26:08.410+12:00Elspeth is now officially a formula baby. After breastfeeding of late she's been irritable, extremely gassy, still hungry, and difficult to settle (most likely because of the above). However after two bottles of formula today, each time she has had very little gas and settled down well again afterwards. She just seems to react better to the bottle than the breast. I can't say I'm all that Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-55382776645479291402009-07-29T17:35:00.006+12:002009-07-29T17:55:02.528+12:00Elspeth is two weeks old today! Where has the time gone? Seems to fly by so quickly - next thing you know it'll be a month, and then three and six months, and a year! I'm feeling a lot better about things, and I've figured out a trick or two to help Elspeth... like putting one of my t-shirts under her so she can smell me, that seems to help her settle down a bit! I'm also feeling a bit better Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-17684153564179562582009-07-27T22:33:00.005+12:002009-07-27T22:42:01.623+12:00The last 24 hours have been difficult. Before I go any further I want to make it absolutely clear that I love my daughter very much, all the time. But, oh my god... why can't they be born with more communication skills?? She's been so unsettled, crying for no apparent reason, not sleeping or even lying quiety unless she's being hugged by Aidan or myself. We've both gotten a bit... tetchy... I Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-27655539918860916182009-07-25T13:45:00.003+12:002009-07-25T13:57:11.945+12:00Elspeth is ten days old today. Here are the things I've learnt in the last ten days:Babies are messy, but somehow their mothers don't actually mind the spit-ups and poop.Being a mother is also messy - you don't truly appreciate maternity pads and nursing pads until you have a child.Babies don't always have a reason for crying, and you can't always fix them.Absolutely everybody will make you feel Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-40243433989774310982009-07-23T22:36:00.005+12:002009-07-23T22:49:26.686+12:00It often seems the "done thing" amongst women to complain about their menfolk. It's normal to roll the eyes when a man is mentioned, or to say "Men!" with an attitude of amused scorn. But, if I'm being honest, I have nothing to complain about.This post is a tribute to my wonderful husband Aidan. He works full-time, he does loads of housework, he helps as much as he can with the baby, he pampers Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-28015772177818064922009-07-21T15:59:00.003+12:002009-07-21T16:15:48.440+12:00Elspeth Abigail IrvingBorn 7.37am 15th July 2009The Canberra HospitalMy apologies for not blogging earlier! I'm sure you'll understand I've been a tad busy. Thanks to Andrew for leaving the comment on my last post :)The story of the birth:I began having contractions on Saturday morning (the 11th), seeming fairly regular, and I thought that was it... but they faded, and stopped. Then started againStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-48949638320615489222009-07-11T22:57:00.002+12:002009-07-11T23:00:08.859+12:00Well, false alarm this afternoon - I thought my waters had broken, but according to the doctor that hasn't happened. Possibly just an uncontrollable gush of urine, which sounds quite gross but is apparently normal. But later, after we got home from hospital, I'm 99% sure the "mucus plug" I keep hearing about came out, so that means things should be moving along pretty soon... Fingers are crossed.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-49232114226942178162009-07-09T23:11:00.002+12:002009-07-09T23:12:45.607+12:00The midwife today said it really could be any time now, but it still may not be for over a week... They don't even think about inducing or anything like that until at least 41 weeks, and even then if everything seems healthy they might leave it for another few days... sigh...Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-77520618985977174452009-07-08T13:25:00.002+12:002009-07-08T13:33:09.672+12:00Well, here I am, on my official due date, and still not in labour. In fact, the only unusual thing to have happened so far today is that I'm out of bed, fully awake, well before midday. My more usual thing, when unemployed, is to sleep until at least 1pm! So I don't know if that was just anxiety keeping me awake, or if my body's trying to tell me something's happening soon... fingers crossed, Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-53996812388586373052009-07-05T21:41:00.001+12:002009-07-05T21:43:20.748+12:00I forgot to mention that our car has been all fixed up and we're back on the road. There's not enough evidence regarding who did it, officially, so that bites. But at least we're mobile; we won't need to get a taxi when I go into labor!Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-81518916492982288112009-07-03T16:01:00.004+12:002009-07-03T16:18:43.870+12:00There are 21 emails which Hotmail has identified as crap and moved automatically into my junk email folder.- 5 of them offer to enlarge my penis (didn't know I had one...)- 6 of them offer me money, discounts, or free things that I haven't signed up for- 4 of them want to help me lose weight (while pregnant?! great idea...)- 1 is a phishing email supposedly from Hotmail themselves (because they Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-3227441991318532192009-07-01T18:49:00.004+12:002009-07-01T18:58:57.053+12:0039 weeksI feel as though pregnancy has become my ground state. I always have been, and always will be. There is no beginning or end, there's just this big round belly in front of me no matter which way I turn! Labor has become an abstract concept; having an actual baby even more so.I saw my GP this morning, she said that the baby has dropped a little, she's lower than she was a week ago, but is Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-3308218057115503042009-06-27T05:27:00.004+12:002009-06-27T05:36:40.859+12:00Some random thoughts on current events...I'll get Michael Jackson out of the way first, since the subject of his demise seems unavoidable. He was a fantastic pop artist, and a troubled individual, and it is sad to see him go - as it is sad for anybody to die. I make no jokes about his skin colour, allegations of abuse, or suspicions of plastic surgery. He was what he was, whatever that may have Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-53900563782355253072009-06-24T14:03:00.001+12:002009-06-24T14:04:24.559+12:00Just got back from 38 week doctor's appointment. She pretty much said that any time from now is "fair game" for this baby to be born. All is well, healthy, etc.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-43370298845957704902009-06-19T03:20:00.003+12:002009-06-19T03:29:56.227+12:00Well, it's 37 weeks and 1 day. I think I've been pretty good, on the whole - reasonably healthy and happy throughout the pregnancy, with minimal emotional outbursts. But now I think I'm justified in complaining!I can't do anything without getting short of breath and/or dizzy. I really mean anything. The bending down involved in putting clean dishes away does for me. Common sense prevents me Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-72645311768495256752009-06-11T13:35:00.002+12:002009-06-11T13:38:38.822+12:0036 week midwife visitPosition: head down, not engaged, her spine is down my right sideHeart rate: approx 150Measuring: 35cmMy BP: 108/52In other words, everything's going well.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-66022781460365545192009-06-10T19:03:00.004+12:002009-06-11T00:07:23.239+12:00Jiggly belly!
Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-20245671103204479572009-06-05T18:52:00.002+12:002009-06-05T18:53:08.823+12:00Our car got stolen overnight. What a bitch.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-828224393078069362009-06-02T23:23:00.003+12:002009-06-02T23:27:04.209+12:00What an odd day. I've quit my job, yet I keep going back! Technically speaking, I quit my position as a temp through an agency, to take up a casual job directly for the company instead. Much more restful - a low-stress job, doing pretty much whatever hours I choose (eg, today was 11-4), for a much higher hourly rate. And then I come home and work on assignments. Like, why is dharma so important Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-78429524792143565362009-05-27T23:05:00.004+12:002009-05-28T21:20:34.229+12:00This is my 1,111th post, which is kind of cool.I have two days left of work. Sort of. I'm quite sure I'll be coming back to do some casual work for them, so it's more of a transition than really leaving, at least for now.Still, it's pretty exciting and cool. It's not often you get to quit a job, and even less often that you get such a good reason to do so. However, there are good reasons to be Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-22273224674730174052009-05-20T15:30:00.003+12:002009-05-20T15:39:02.975+12:00It has not been a good couple of days in terms of illnesses and injuries! First we have Chris in hospital (check the comments on his latest blog post for updates on his condition, thanks to Donn, Gerry, and Ponita), then I did my nearly-passing-out trick again at work yesterday morning, and now... yes, Aidan has come through for the trifecta! Late last night he did something inexplicable, and Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-9818447661497706602009-05-18T11:25:00.002+12:002009-05-18T12:35:55.848+12:00Many people who read this blog will already be aware that Chris, aka Within Without, is unwell. He has had a stroke and is in hospital. Whilst recent news regarding his situation is pretty positive, the entire incident has brought home the concept of mortality with something of a shock.You never think that certain things can happen to you or your loved ones. Bad things only happen on TV or in theStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-85497491321586595722009-05-12T00:31:00.002+12:002009-05-12T00:32:02.239+12:00I dedicate this video to my husband, my brother, and my best friend - all of whom have something in common ;)Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-31721876229182124822009-05-08T10:13:00.003+12:002009-05-08T10:19:44.320+12:00Hooray, I'm going back to school! Sort of. I've signed on to do a couple of units with Open Universities Australia, as a precursor (hopefully) to proper full-time study next year. I've had to take a bit of a long-term goal and work backwards to reach this point: I want to study linguistics, which limits my choice of university to two, realistically. Either one will look more favourably upon a Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-77660175414867451752009-05-01T09:40:00.002+12:002009-05-01T09:44:27.191+12:00Right, I saw the midwife yesterday and told her in detail about my multiple "incidents" of blurred vision and whatnot. She knew exactly what I was talking about, said it wasn't that unusual, and the deal is this: My uterus is getting huge, as it tends to do during pregnancy. And if I sit or lie in certain ways, it can press down on some major blood vessels carrying blood to the brain. So, the Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-13254557869975646212009-04-28T23:29:00.003+12:002009-04-28T23:37:41.798+12:00Today has been the least pleasant day so far in an otherwise rather nice pregnancy. I haven't stopped feeling ill all day - I'm not sure if it's indigestion, gas, too much chocolate, or the as-yet-un-felt "morning sickness", or possibly a bit of all of them. I've been extremely tired, as I didn't sleep last night due to feeling ill (see above) and being kicked. And then tonight (during childbirthStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-20517926567651640032009-04-25T15:52:00.002+12:002009-04-25T16:04:26.998+12:00Anzac Day is yet another occasion on which I feel at odds with everybody. It's such a big deal here, commemorating our fallen soldiers and stuff. I understand intellectually that a bunch of guys went to some shitty places and experienced some shitty things, and loads of them got killed, and that if they hadn't the world would now be a very different place. But honestly, emotionally, I don't Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-34938708015200583262009-04-23T21:24:00.005+12:002009-04-23T21:27:56.785+12:00For those of you I don't have on Facebook, and those of you who haven't gotten around to looking yet, here is my beautiful baby Elspeth during her 3D ultrasound on Saturday:Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-36353812868620826692009-04-18T19:54:00.002+12:002009-04-18T20:00:09.356+12:00Rant time.I took the 980 bus to work today, as is usual when I work on Saturdays at the University of Canberra (my second job). Fine. I got there, and the woman who usually co-ordinates everything was away, leaving some other people in her place. They didn't know I was coming, so they didn't have anything ready for me. So they mucked about getting that done, and that was a minor irritation.Then IStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-24873493529625312492009-04-15T20:06:00.002+12:002009-04-15T20:15:31.899+12:00Today was the 28 week midwife visit, primarily to have my injection of Anti-D.Here I am this morning:And today's details are as follows:Fundal height: 28cm (the size of the uterus, used to assess foetal growth and development) - this is perfect for this stage of pregnancy.Foetal heart rate: 148 - also normal.Edinburgh Depression Scale: 9 - apparently anything over 12 requires referral to Mental Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-7799402901075685652009-04-09T19:17:00.002+12:002009-04-09T19:23:27.325+12:00I see in the news today that a Melbourne train driver has attacked a passenger after the passenger approached him to complain about a cancelled train. My first thought is, the passenger should have used proper channels to make a complaint; it very likely has nothing to do with the driver concerned. In a way I don't blame the driver for snapping: working for Connex recently must have made him veryStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-67602924601535375702009-04-01T15:43:00.004+12:002009-04-01T15:47:37.160+12:00I don't usually blog from work. I have more important things to do, like work. Goodness knows there's no shortage of it. But today, nothing is going right. It's just so frustrating, I need this little "time out" to rant and rave!! Things have disappeared, things haven't been done correctly, things have been put in the wrong places, and things are pissing me off! I feel like I've spent half my dayStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-91935583724099785712009-03-28T13:22:00.002+11:002009-03-28T13:23:17.334+11:00For the record, the shortness of breath/hot flush/blurred vision thing happened again this morning. Passed reasonably quickly, felt fine afterwards, didn't see a doctor this time.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-78779743622729318062009-03-25T07:04:00.003+11:002009-03-25T07:14:18.069+11:00Thanks to little Elspeth and her antenatal acrobatics, I scarcely slept last night. And when I did manage to get some shuteye, it was only REM sleep and I dreamed of work. So now I feel like I've been at work all night, and I just got up to go to work again!Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-52060915217167064532009-03-20T18:13:00.002+11:002009-03-20T18:21:34.528+11:00I have no more to add. It's been a long week, even though I only worked three days.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-60975344730738736872009-03-16T14:01:00.003+11:002009-03-16T14:10:09.745+11:0024 weeksHad an incident this morning. I was on the bus going to work as usual, when I suddenly felt hot, sweaty, and short of breath. It wasn't long before my vision started to blur, then disappear completely. I was nowhere near passing out; I didn't feel faint, I just couldn't see anything. Happily a colleague was on the same bus, and saw me looking weird; she helped me get up and walk to the Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-35277711066536802262009-03-10T19:20:00.005+11:002009-03-11T20:27:42.372+11:00Some of you may already be aware that this time of year plays host to the World's Greatest Shave. Poor sods like me choose to shave their heads in support of Leukaemia research. I was a little early; the Shave doesn't officially start until Thursday, but since my hair was pissing me off, I bit the bullet and went for it.This is me half an hour ago. With my accidental emo-fringe and very nearly a Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-39545300544888531082009-03-07T22:08:00.001+11:002009-03-07T22:10:56.236+11:00We bought a scanner! So, here is my shoe:Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-4274542100806305742009-03-05T19:32:00.003+11:002009-03-07T19:58:35.660+11:00For the record: I have a cold, I'm tired, Elspeth is bashing me up from within. I'm so showing her this on her 21st to make her feel guilty.Stacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126961.post-82331351630392435812009-03-01T10:55:00.003+11:002009-03-01T11:11:26.634+11:00This child of mine is definitely Aidan's. She's hyperactive, and getting so strong! I'm sure it won't be long before I can put a ping-pong ball on my stomach, as advised by Cazzie, and watch Elspeth kick it off from within! If she's like this at 22 weeks (well, it'll be 22 weeks tomorrow), what will she be like for the second half of the pregnancy?! It's so awesome to feel her in there; I tend toStacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293741467822618216noreply@blogger.com4