Saturday, February 28, 2009

Pony Up!

Something a little light, but pretty amazing in actuality, to start the day off.

I think my favourite Lil Ponies would have to be Jack Sparrow and Chewbacca. What's yours?


Tuesday, February 24, 2009

I've noticed this trend lately too.

I'm reading more urban fantasy romance/paranormal romance etc type books than I've ever read before in my life. Most of them have smart, sassy heroines. (Although I admit to annoyance that they're often either into brand name clothes or clueless about fashion, doesn't seem to be a middle ground on this one.)

Conversely, I'm watching less romantic comedies than I ever have before.


This rant
and this one sum up my feelings nicely.

I must admit, I'm eager to go back and watch some of the old movies mentioned in the article. It'd be SO nice to see a heroine(and/or hero) that isn't peurile.

(Thanks to Kate Elliott for the link. It also saved me writing out an all too similar blog post I'd been planning for awhile.)


Tuesday, February 17, 2009

First Baby Bump Pics.

I'm glad we've been taking these regular pictures, because as far as I can tell, when looking in the mirror, I haven't changed all that much. Comparing the 12 week and 16 week photos, couldn't tell much difference. Same when comparing 16 weeks and 19 weeks. But when all three are there together? Lookit that!There IS a noticeable difference.


Sunday, February 15, 2009

What Would You Do?

Or perhaps more precisely, what do you think I should do?

We met a new couple back in August 2007. We hit it off fairly well with them, especially the wife. Despite them living over an hour away we saw her/them four times between that first event and the end of November 2007.

After that, nothing. Thing is, I still have in my possession eight or so books of theirs that they'd lent me on that last visit. Added zing points: A(quite famous) author of some of those books is a family acquaintance of theirs.

I've called and left three different voice mail messages in the intervening time; not only enquiring after their health and suggesting we catch up, but also to inform them I have the books still and ask what do they want me to do with them. (last call was less than six months ago.)

No response.

Same with the two emails I sent, the second of which bounced due to email address no longer being valid.

No one else who befriended the couple has heard from them either. And the last we'd all heard was that there may have been some marital troubles going on. But, we don't know how much of that was actual marital problems and how much was the woman complaining about her husband during one of her, what she herself called, "bitchy and depressive cycles."

They'd also talked about moving to a different location within Southern California, something to do with his work. As of an hour ago, still shows them living at the same address. But, since I know of several people whose addresses listed are completely incorrect or still their old addresses, I don't know how accurate that information is.

I really don't want this grocery bag of books sitting on my coffee table or in my house anymore, yet I don't feel comfortable just donating them to a library. (What if the couple reappears soon after that and I've given away those family friend's books!) I've also thought about mailing the books back to them, but again a lot of money for something that may be returned to sender. I also don't feel it's appropriate to show up on the doorstep with the books.

Any thoughts/ideas would be appreciated.


Cheap Wet Frills.

After realising that the new size G bra I bought the other week actually fits, I grudgingly had to admit that my bathers/swimsuit no longer do. Well, that plus the pubes playing peekaboo out the side of the bigger-belly-caused gaping leg holes. {sigh}

So, when I saw the only tankini I'd considered possibly buying was now on special, I caved in and bought it. Then when I checked the delivery status a few days later, turns out they've had to back order it. 1-3 weeks before it'll ship. GRRRRR! Where's my instant gratification, people? I reluctantly decided I wanted those frills now they were in my price range and yet you're keeping them from me! Those are my girly girl frills, give it to me, and give it to me noooow!

Besides, after re-reading through Claire Timmermans' How To Teach Your Baby To Swim, I'm all keen to get me and Kiddlywink in the pool and not just because I love to swim. (I don't know how much kids retain knowledge from within the womb, but if going regularly helps him/her get used to the sounds from the pool, however muted, then that can only be a good thing.)I'm so glad I kept this book. (And that Mum let me have her copy when I left home.) Not only because it helped solved the dilemma of where to put the baby bathtub (don't need one) but it also will come in handy during the hot, hot, HOT months Kiddlywink is a newborn. I remember bottle feeding young babies during during the summer months as a nanny were pretty awful, we both ended up sweaty and grouchy by the time the feed was done. This way, we'll both get in the bath and stay cool.

I'll have to ask Mum how much of the info in this book she actually used with my brother and I. As far back as I can remember we've both loved the water and have never really had more than a sensible fear/precaution about new swimming sites. I'm sure she used at least some of them, because I clearly remember turning somersaults at a young age in the old, very deep clawed-foot bathtub we had at the time. I also remember being in the bath with Mum, no idea what age I was, with my head resting on her stomach while I floated on my back and tried to make her laugh. Because, when she laughed her fat belly would do these great big jiggles, creating all these wonderful waves and my head bobbed up and down. It was the FUNNIEST thing to me at the time. (Wow, just realised that's a positive fat memory I have locked in my subconscious. Without Mum's belly, I bet her giggling wouldn't have been half as fun. Same as the fadoobadas her and Nan had made blowing really juicy raspberries on their upper arms so much fun!)

Thankfully, Alaskaboy is keen for us to teach the kids to swim/float as early as possible.(Ha! Really early, two-three weeks of age in the bathtub. LOL) He's not a confident or a strong swimmer. Growing up in Alaska it never really got warm enough to need to learn to swim. Sure, they'd go splash around in the nearby lakes or at beaches when on vacation, but he didn't actually learn to swim until he was in high school. He does envy the way I'm at home in the water--There's a reason on occasion he affectionately calls me His Little Otter--and he wants that confidence for our own kids. (Assuming they oblige and actually like the water, of course.) Perhaps, with both of us involved in teaching them to swim in the bathtub and in the pool, it'll help increase his water confidence a little too. :)

Hmm..some of the exercises, such as getting in from the side of the pool, are gonna be a little difficult practicing in the bath tub. Swim diapers only come in sizes as small as 16lbs. (Which is about 4 months or so). I wonder if a cloth diaper would be good earlier than that? Like the disposable swim diapers it would catch any solids but allow the liquids through.

Ack, waffling on. Sorry, just excited over the thought of introducing Kiddlywink and any future siblings to a love of water and exercise. (Also really like the tandem bike with baby seat on board that Alaskagirl and BeeMaN had/have. Will seriously consider that too once s/he's old enough.) If we have separate bikes I can't keep up with Alaskaboy, fit bastard that he is! Although, I'm sure a tandem bike will be a little difficult to fit in the ensuite shower, especially with our other two bikes crammed in there already! LOL

Hmm..all this dreaming about future exercise and swimming has REALLY made me want to go for a swim today. I wonder if I'm brave enough to go in just a pair of bike shorts and a crop top...if they'd allow the non-swimsuit materials in the pool anyway.


Thursday, February 05, 2009

Wii're Not a Good Fit.

Just like many other households worldwide, Santa thought our nice outweighed our naughty enough in 2008 that he left a Wii at our house last Christmas. Funnily enough, he also left one at Alaskagirl's house. Perhaps because they have four lots of nice people--surely the beagles' naughtiness has to detract somehow?! LOL-- their accompanying goodies outweighed ours.

One of the games they received in their stockings was the Wii Fit. Having heard various stories about it, both of the horror and the praising variety, I was curious to try it out. Watching the others play, especially Browneyedgirl and DuoLoq, was a laugh a minute. The sibling rivalry between Alaskaboy and Alaskagirl was, as always, intense.

However, the longer I watched, and the few times I participated, its shortcomings became very apparent. The two major strikes against it were how much talking the machine did in between spurts of the activities(the recommended 30 mins of activity took nearly an hour to perform!) and its obsession with weight and the BMI. Not to mention there was no option to let it know you're pregnant.

Now, I'm pretty secure within myself and about my weight, but what about those people that aren't? What about those that have no idea that you can gain muscle weight from the exercises this thing is bullying you into doing. And bully and denigrate it does, and not very subtly either. Alaskagirl who is slim, fit and with a BMI that falls well within the Normal range received the {sarcasm}oh so motivating{/sarcasm} comment "Ow!" from the thing quite often when she stepped on for her measuring.

And then, it started wanting to know our perceptions of other people's progress; Including asking if we thought they looked slimmer. WTF?!

I can see how it works for people who are just (re)discovering exercise, don't like more formalised types of exercise, or prefer a drill sergeant type of trainer but I can only imagine how many people are put off exercising ever again. And I can clearly see many people newly discovering disorded behaviours thanks to it.

The Wii Fit is a fabulous idea. The games and tasks in and of themselves are fun and do indeed get your heart rate up. Hopefully when they release successive versions of this they'll include other options of measuring your healthy progress without the putdowns. If that happens then I'd definitely buy it as a way to insert more variety into my workout schedule. As it stands now, I don't need that amount of negativity.


Wednesday, February 04, 2009

A sign of things to come?

I blinked open my eyes this morning, squinting against the morning light streaming in through the east-facing kitchen window. My eyes then focused on a pair of hairy shins, standing on the lounge room carpet next to the airbed.

As I looked higher I made note of the pillow clutched in one hand and his doona/comforter hoisted over the other shoulder. Topping it all off was ringlets gone wild and a sleepy smile. "Can I get in bed with you?"

I think I melted enough to fill every divot on the airbed. God help me when it's our offspring in a similar scenario.


Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Please, Not The Frills. I mean it! NO Frills!

I don't know if my googlefu is broken or if it's because I'm now behind two eight balls in a row--fat and OMG pregnant!--but I'm having the most ridiculous time finding a swimsuit. Well, if I'm to be completely honest, I can find swimsuits; tankinis, bikinis, frilly froo froo suits ruffled up the wazoo and of course the skirts with yards of material in them. A formfitting functional suit suitable for lap swimming? Good luck! Even the suits for the slimmer mums tend to have ruffles and frills and weird things. Just what a pregnant body needs, a skirt to make your hips and pregnant bum look even larger and ruffles to make your waist even wider!

{rolls eyes}

And the pregnant bum? It's a sight to behold. I got the giggles the other day when I looked in the mirror. I said to Alaskaboy, "Honestly? What's the point of them!" Just below my usual love handles, there's a second set growing! What am I, a two-humped camel? LOL He reckons it's either a more comfy saddle for Kiddlywink once s/he's born or it's counterbalance for my belly.

Surprisingly, with my new lumps and bumps, extra squishy bits and ginormous* boobs my weight hasn't changed much. I lost five pounds over the first 8 weeks or so and then gained them again over the next 8 weeks. But my body shape? Ye gods that's changed. I didn't realise just how much until I squeeeezed into my swimsuit on Saturday. I swear I needed a shoe horn to get me into it. Not only does it feel almost as firm as a pair of spanx around my belly, but in addition to killer front cleavage like you'd get from wearing a corset I also spill out into armpit cleavage! Huge change from when I last wore the suit a month ago.

Hmmm, I wonder if the extra love handles are floaties to help prevent me from rolling over completely while I wallow my way along the lanes? And a wallow it is, believe you me. A kind of bastardised dog crawl is all I can manage now. Frog crawl, maybe? Freestyle kicks combined with breaststroke arms. Umm.. and I must admit, when I first got into the pool and the water took my weight--and again when I leaned forward, lifting me feet off the ground allowing my legs to trail behind me as I used only breaststroke arms to slowly make my way down my initial lap--I SOUNDED like a hippo in a wallow. I didn't MEAN for those sounds to come out of my mouth. But the sheer bliss and pain relief I felt made me make noises one would normally associate with other earthier pursuits. Luckily, I spent a lot of that lap with my head under the water...and I was swimming away from the dad and his two young boys in the lane next to me.

Speaking of outlandish noises, my digestive system has been speaking whale and dolphinese when I make the mistake of eating more than one carb, one protein and one veg at a meal. Veggies are not my friends at the moment, especially if there's a whole parade going down my gullet at once. It's SO weird. Some examples: Fried chicken, mashed taters and roasted pumpkin = Woohoo. Chicken, cabbage and rice stir fry = awesome. Teriyaki beef, rice, gherkins and canned peaches = fine. Apple and peanut butter sandwich = num! Cheese and Vegemite sandwich and some baby carrots = good. Cereal with milk and banana = noice! Gyoza soup = great. BUT! Add one or more other veggie to those meals? Forget it. Lettuce, spinach, and red peppers (even as the lone veg in the meal) = enemies numbers one, two and three. (Let's just say they'd put Michael Schumacher to shame around those turns and bends.)

I swear at the moment I'm a no frills kind of girl. The simpler my meals the better. Let's not even discuss my love affair with chocolate milk or my regular tete-a-tetes with plastic cheese slices. And let's definitely ignore my sudden to-remain-unrequited lust for SpaghettiO's. (C'mon, a girl's gotta have SOME standards!)

Standards. Sometimes that could be considered a four letter word I'm sure. It's my standards that are making me draw the line at buying any of those (perfectly lovely, I'm sure) ladylike frilly swim suits. I just can't do it. I'm satisfying my inner girly-girl with the lovely maternity clothes I've had to buy recently. Among other things they include feminine prints, empire waists to show off my acres of cleavage, and even ribbons on some of the clothes. I have managed to draw the line at pink though! But, dare I say it? I think...yes, I do believe, except for the fact it'd make me look like one of those toilet roll holder doily dolls, I'd even buy some ruffled or flouncy peasant skirts. Sheesh. Talk about frill overload or what? LOL

Something else that's on overload is my nesting instinct, but that's a matter for another post. I'm off to enjoy some of the home made bread and butter pudding I made last night, and to laugh at my husband shooting Raving Rabbids with toilet plungers.

EDIT: Oh, popping back in to say, the airbed? HEAVEN! If bigamy were legal, I reckon I'd marry it tomorrow. My hips haven't felt the urge to vacate their premises recently. What little ache is left, I can deal with it. Yeehaw!

* G-normous literally. On some days recently, my F cup runneth over by bed time. I bought a G cup bra, but am afraid to take it out of the padded mailbag. I'm betting I could wear one cup as a beanie/toque/knit cap!