Dear Diary
First week of parental leave
And I’m bored already.
I did five loads of washing, went into town for a few hours, took the dog for a walk/waddle, had an oven delivered and electricians work on the kitchen, blogged a couple times, slept, ate and watched TV.
If the weather was better I’d be out with Fez more. But it’s been a bit on and off this week and I’ve spent most of the time in the lounge feeling tired and cold. I miss the warmth of the office. Free heat is good. And free toilet paper. Our weekly usage has sky rocketed this week!
There’s still lots that I’d like to get done but I’m either too tired, too big, or my hands hurt too much.
I’m sure it’ll all change once baby arrives, and I should be enjoying the last few weeks of nothingness while I can. I just wish I could enjoy it with a bit more energy and a cocktail on the deck!
A close call
Today my puppy almost got himself killed.
Dad had wandered off outside and rung the doorbell on his return. Fez, being his usual self got uber excited and rushed to the front door.
We have been teaching Fez to ’stay’ so that he wouldn’t rush out the door whenever we opened it. We didn’t factor in another dog walking past on the other side of the road…
Fez shot out onto the footpath, and I skipped a heartbeart, yelling after him to stop. Then he started making his way across the road, in front of the traffic… FARRRK! My worst nightmare for my pup!
We live on Wellington Road, one of the main roads that link the airport with Wellington city – it’s a busy, busy road. Not only that, we’re just down from a corner where the speed zone is 70km/h.
Thankfully, the car coming down the road was alert and slowed down when they saw this pup heading on to the road. Fez slowed down too, but then decided to continue, making the car stop all together directly in front of Fez. I screamed at him and luckily he stopped long enough for me to catch him.
That was one drama that a seven month pregnant woman could have done without!
Being a mummy must be hard
Had my first taste of motherhood last night – even if it was with my puppy Fez.
This little sad pup wanted to be comforted so we had him sleep with us on our bed – what a treat for him!
He didn’t want to be at the foot and insisted snuggling up next to me, breathing his puppy breath on my neck. I let him stay there until he fell asleep and then pushed him further down so I could get some sleep too.
It was heart wrenching seeing him in pain and not being able to do anything about it but comfort him.
I also had to get up twice to take him outside to go toilet. His satellite dish doesn’t fit through the doggy door and the knowledge of having to take him out kept me awake.
I was *very* tired this morning, so lucky for me that I had the day off.
Here’s to all the mothers out there who have done such a good job raising us.
Fatty Mac Fat Fat
I am now 18 weeks pregnant and 58 friggin’ kilos! Yep. Might not sound like lots, but I am only a wee short thing.
Since my Baby Update at 14 Weeks I’ve managed to gain 3.2kg. Apparently women gain an average of 10kg during pregnancy. According to that, I should only gain another 5kg before I’m officially a glut – or a “Fatty Mac Fat Fat” as my husband so graciously puts it.
It’s so hard when you’re always hungry – waaahhhhhh!
I really should do more exercise, such as walking. But it’s so cold and dark and windy and I’m always tired. Maybe if it wasn’t winter…
Adding to that, we had a fire drill yesterday. A workmate and I walked down the 10 flights of stairs, then to the cafe down the road to take shelter from the rain. Today my calves are sore. Coincidence? Maybe. Lack of fitness? Definitely.
Mmmm... fat...
Dear Diary
Today was the Ditzy Dumb Ass’s birthday.
There was a “surprise” morning tea invitation sent out earlier which I declined in protest because of the belittling treatment of her staff, and because Ditzy Dumb Ass is so damn stupid but still wants to make the final call on everything. Yes, you can make images links on websites, why do you ask? Oh that’s right, you’re stupid! But that’s ok, you’re a manager and can make all the decisions without knowing anything about anything.
Anyway, without the event in my calendar, I forgot all about the morning tea. At 10:30am I smelt something like pies, which made me want the microwave mince pie that I had brought in to work. The kitchen was abuzz with people setting up the morning tea, reminding me about her birthday. One fellow coworker said I should turn up to make her feel loved, seeing as she’s my best friend and all. I love her sarcasm!
I decided that I would wait until all the fake well-wishes and “Oh I’m so surprised” bollocks was out of the way, before dropping by to feed my hunger.
I will eat her birthday cake but I will not pretend to like her.
I also ate my pie.
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