Notes to self!
While it's unlikely that I will be pregnant again, and there are very good reasons why I decided to keep working until nearly 38 weeks this time (I'm finishing Thursday), next time I am stopping work no later than 36 and ideally earlier. My goodness, I am done. I am so tired.
Likewise while the last few weekends have been filled with universally delightful social engagements, of which more later I'm sure, I am also glad that the next few weekends are filled with sitting on couches.
Actually, my last pregnancy went to nearly 42 weeks (and ended artificially at that), so there's a good chance that about a fortnight from now I will suddenly be wanting to meet everyone at the beach constantly (especially since I see that suddenly today the water temperature is 23°!). But in the meantime, couches. Or, yes, delivering a baby, I suppose. That's possible. But let's think couches.
Originally posted at http://puzzling.org/logs/diary/2013/Dece
Charles has been demonstrating his school "Christmas songs" to me, complete with signing.
Nicholas can communicate "food", "nappy", "please/thankyou", "full", "more", "sleepy" and (as I just discovered) "cuddles".
It's not that we don't have toddler communication frustrations daily - but it makes the basics So. Much. Easier. I tried teaching myself signing for Charles, without much obvious success. The nursery staff are much more consistent and so both Nico and I have learned to be.
Amusingly, a chunk of work in the assignment was on the concept of continuous incremental improvement. The point has been taken.
Anyway, I skipped my run yesterday to finish the assignment. Today I took the time to find and pack up my running kit for work, but managed to leave it behind. There isn't time to go get it AND run at lunchtime, and that was my last chance if I wanted to run 3 times this week. Bah.
Dear authors of Ren'Py,
When I set my display size to 1280x720 in my VN's options.rpy (and, on that basis, produce 1280x720 background images for said VN), it is a noticeable violation of the principle of least astonishment for the "launch project" button in the Ren'Py Launcher UI to provide me with an 800x450 view of my VN-in-progress.
(Workaround: in the launched app, hit Preferences - Display - Window and it resizes the window to the specified size. So a minor irritation rather than a major one :) )
I see from our calendar that August was the month of voluntary sleeplessness for Andrew, that is, an English Ashes tour was going on. They've moved the schedule around so that this summer there's another one in Australia, started already. Not amazing news for Australia's cricket standing. I wanted to watch the women's cricket but that would require that it was televised (no), or that I was willing to hold a tablet in front of my face for hours watching the streaming (also no).
In July we were having a pretty typical (although minor for us) winter mood slump, and I decided it would be nice to have a baby-free holiday while we're still baby-free. Unfortunately, I was to lose medical clearance to fly in mid-September (since my last pregnancy, Australian airlines have got much more strict about this and require medical authorisation forms from 28 weeks pregnant), and I discovered that finding anywhere it's warm enough to swim in August in Australia is not terribly easy, despite so much of the continent being in the tropics.
I thought I had done reasonably well with Daydream Island: fairly far north and family-oriented, with a creche. And some good bits are coming, but unfortunately for Daydream Island, the bad bits mostly happened early in the trip.
First was the transfer to a ferry from Hamilton Island. The wait for the ferry is about an hour and half at the airport, and it's a very small regional airport with exactly nothing to do. V cried, and ran around, and crossed his arms and sat apart from us, and repeat. The ferry transfer itself is pretty speedy, and delivers you there just exactly in time for every food vendor on the entire island (which is under sole ownership) to shut down for three hours in the afternoon. And, in our case, for a blackout to start, although that's not a daily occurence.
No, we hadn't bought lunch at the airport or on the plane. Oops.( 12 more paragraphs )
Originally posted at http://puzzling.org/logs/diary/2013/Nove
I bet you thought you'd never see me write about the present day again! But if I get too far behind, I will have absolutely no documented memories of this pregnancy whatsoever. From last time, I have a bunch of notes — mostly private — that reassure me that while I felt like an immobile mountain at 35 weeks last time too, it didn't continue unabated for the next nearly seven weeks.
We had the October of Doom in Sydney weather-wise. I think it got above 30°C more than seven times? A very special treat for my sister and her new baby: have the baby in September but get all the fun of a summer baby anyway. And by fun, I mean the desire to not be touched ever ever ever combined with the sudden addition to your household of a new kettle that needs to be hugged all the time and wants to suck on you regularly.
For my sins, by the way, we're getting another summer baby…
And yes, my sister had a baby in late September! C was a 41 weeker, but average sized, so, much smaller than V ever was (almost a whole kilo lighter at birth, it took her about six weeks to reach his birthweight). I do enjoy the experience of snuggling the teeny baby I never had. And apparently am never going to get, because after tracking the 30th percentile or so for several ultrasounds, Eppy is suddenly on the 80th percentile. (To the extent that ultrasounds are reliable at estimating fetal size, which they aren't, but never mind.) I've enjoyed some inept snuggles with C, unlike Andrew who, the first time they met, managed to lull her into a sleep no one else could achieve and thereby looked like pro parent of the year.
The pattern of weather was very consistent for several weeks, and other than not having Sydney's dreadful summer humidity, very summer-like. Cool day, two warm days, one or two obnoxiously hot days, violent southerly change (without rain), repeat. As the hot days got truly ridiculous — over 35°C on the coast — they were accompanied by the thick smoke of the numerous scary fires to the west of Sydney.
It's just broken properly in the last week with a run of cool days with more or less gentle rain. (In Sydney, my definition of 'gentle rain' actually includes thunderstorms though, if they didn't make it into a statewide weather warning they don't count.) Even now, the fires — managed for a month now by a volunteer service — burn on, albeit controlled.
At a very local level, now my feet fit in shoes again. And I think the drop in air pollution has improved my ability to walk up hills (as in, now I can walk up hills), although much to his dismay, I can't carry V up them. I'm continuing the theme of much of this pregnancy by becoming very fatigued and often grumpy at about 7 or 8pm. I have no idea if this happened last time because last time I didn't have a three year old with an 8pm bedtime (that is, a lot of moving around to do between 7 and 8pm).
Suddenly, and completely without expecting it, we've reached the stage where our weekends revolve around V's calendar. He doesn't have an army of cousins or mothers' group children around him, but there's his best friend A at childcare who now we sometimes meet on weekends, there's M the child of Andrew's colleague in the neighbourhood, and various childcare children who V encounters around the suburb. Yesterday was a fundraising barbecue at Bunnings, where V and A spent a lot of time in the playground and pushing the small-child trolleys around the ground floor.
After spending too much of October at childbirth classes we're also thoroughly booked out on weekends through to that period where one sits in one's house waiting for any sign of labour and rolling one's eyes. Which actually is only three weeks from now. So I guess I should say, we have plans today and for the next two weekends as well? But that doesn't sound as exciting.
Originally posted at http://puzzling.org/logs/diary/2013/Nove