I have taken the liberty to steal, and translate, the below "challenge" (which is not very challenging) despite not being "invited". I do what I want! Ha!
What did you do ten years ago?
I was 23 and I think I was in my last year of uni. I lived with my boyfriend in Lewisham and I was an alcoholic in training. I went out in Camden every Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I would carry on with exactly this life until about 2004 when I started my PGCE. A lot changed then. I changed then.
What did you do one year ago?
Starting thinking about moving house, bought ovulation tests for the first time in preparation for treatment, started struggling with stress at work, lost some weight and discovered yoga.
Five favourite snacks:
Currently none. Usually chocolate, hummus with anything, cheese and onion crisps, almonds and wine.
Five songs you know off by heart:
I am notoriously bad at lyrics, and make up my own. Example -
Let me see your body move like you come from Bologna (Colombia) and Billy Jean, rocks my world ('s not my lover).
On the other hand I know every word to old songs made famous by Imperiet, like Mark hur var skugga. And I used to know everything by Suede, but that was in the 90s.
Five things you would do if you became a multi-millionaire:
Live in Greenwich (London)
Live in New York
Pay off the god damn student loan
Work unpaid
Buy a summer residence in Sweden
Five bad habits:
I use a spare room as a dressing room and there are clothes all over it.
I have a bit of OCD
I am a couch potato
Not listening properly
Bad evening skincare routine
Five things you like doing:
Go out for dinner
Yoga
Meet up with friends in London and have coffee, lunch and wine, which never happens anymore
Read
Hang out with my husband
Five things you would never wear or buy:
Dungarees
An all-black outfit
Novelty T-shirts, pants etc
An i-phone
Anything pink for a potential daughter
Five favourite items:
The bath
My husband
the ipad
My books
My sewing machine
That's it! Now you can all learn a little bit more about how boring I am. You're welcome.
Sunday, 29 January 2012
Saturday, 28 January 2012
Coming out of the pregnancy closet
This is a weird one. It is purely a private and personal decision when to tell people you are pregnant. Some people tell straight away, some wait till "the safe week" and some wait till they start showing (well, that would be around now then).
Twice, i've had people at work asking me if i'm pregnant. It's a bit like asking people if you're gay. What do you say? Are you gay? Yes, but i'm not ready to tell anyone yet, so please keep it to yourself (yeah right); That's a personal question, you shouldn't ask people that (which still means yes); or... Lie and say No which makes you feel sad and mean to your inner gay (or baby) because you're so happy that it's there and you don't want to deny its existence.
So people just shouldn't ask. Why do they? You wouldn't ask someone if they were gay unless you were a really close friend or their mother. In which case you would probably confess all, unless they already knew of course.
I told a friend (who knows) and she said it is kind of written all over my face. I look really tired apparently, but i might have been ill or something. But no, apparently this is something other women can just tell. A bit like having a gaydar.
Twice, i've had people at work asking me if i'm pregnant. It's a bit like asking people if you're gay. What do you say? Are you gay? Yes, but i'm not ready to tell anyone yet, so please keep it to yourself (yeah right); That's a personal question, you shouldn't ask people that (which still means yes); or... Lie and say No which makes you feel sad and mean to your inner gay (or baby) because you're so happy that it's there and you don't want to deny its existence.
So people just shouldn't ask. Why do they? You wouldn't ask someone if they were gay unless you were a really close friend or their mother. In which case you would probably confess all, unless they already knew of course.
I told a friend (who knows) and she said it is kind of written all over my face. I look really tired apparently, but i might have been ill or something. But no, apparently this is something other women can just tell. A bit like having a gaydar.
Weird and wonderful
Things i didn't expect when pregnant:
Insomnia - waking up at 4am and not sleeping again until around 6. Great when you have to get up at 6.30
Loss of appetite - i was so looking forward to eating for two, but instead i eat less than the non-pregnant self but have still put on 3 kilos. How?
Constant sneezing and sniffling - don't know what this one is about at all. I don't have a cold, just sneeze a lot.
Spots on my back and chest - big sigh.
Pregnancy is all very weird. I kind of half expected to look like some glowing skinny bird with a cute little bump. Instead i look massively fat, i can't be bothered to shower, my face hasn't seen make up in about 6 weeks and sometimes i can't brush my teeth because, quite frankly, the tooth paste tastes too disgusting.
Weird weird weird!
Insomnia - waking up at 4am and not sleeping again until around 6. Great when you have to get up at 6.30
Loss of appetite - i was so looking forward to eating for two, but instead i eat less than the non-pregnant self but have still put on 3 kilos. How?
Constant sneezing and sniffling - don't know what this one is about at all. I don't have a cold, just sneeze a lot.
Spots on my back and chest - big sigh.
Pregnancy is all very weird. I kind of half expected to look like some glowing skinny bird with a cute little bump. Instead i look massively fat, i can't be bothered to shower, my face hasn't seen make up in about 6 weeks and sometimes i can't brush my teeth because, quite frankly, the tooth paste tastes too disgusting.
Weird weird weird!
Thursday, 26 January 2012
Easier
I read an awful lot of preggo blogs now, and it's such a relief that we are almost through it. There's a long way to go, but i'm not worrying about, or dreaming about blood in the same way that i was early on. I'm no longer thinking secretly about adoption or worrying about not finding any eggs at egg collection. The hardest part is over.
I can see the second trimester, it's 5 days away, my belly has grown and hardened and since i've decided not to buy any clothes for me or for baby until i'm safely past the 12 week scan, i am just wearing dresses and tights, dresses and tights. And big cardigans and scarves that i hope covers it all.
I am still sickly and faint and tired and irritated and if i have any less than 9 hours sleep i can not function. But i am less worried. We saw the midwife on Tuesday and i passed with flying colours. Perfect blood pressure, nothing dodgy in the wee. She said i looked wonderfully glowy and beautiful and she didn't even have a go at me for being too fat. I walked away wondering if i am actually pregnant, maybe that's why everything was so god damn good. But no, bubba is there and i have the pictures to prove it.
I can see the second trimester, it's 5 days away, my belly has grown and hardened and since i've decided not to buy any clothes for me or for baby until i'm safely past the 12 week scan, i am just wearing dresses and tights, dresses and tights. And big cardigans and scarves that i hope covers it all.
I am still sickly and faint and tired and irritated and if i have any less than 9 hours sleep i can not function. But i am less worried. We saw the midwife on Tuesday and i passed with flying colours. Perfect blood pressure, nothing dodgy in the wee. She said i looked wonderfully glowy and beautiful and she didn't even have a go at me for being too fat. I walked away wondering if i am actually pregnant, maybe that's why everything was so god damn good. But no, bubba is there and i have the pictures to prove it.
Sunday, 22 January 2012
Saturday, 21 January 2012
Thursday, 12 January 2012
Good night
If I sleep around 14 hours a night, I feel kind of okay when I wake up in the morning. This week I've been off sick because I just can't cope with not sleeping all day and not eating properly and sicking up and feeling utterly miserable and very sorry for myself. I go to bed at 7pm and sleep till about 9am. I worked out that to be able to go to work in the morning like normal, and get up at six, I would have to go to sleep at 4 in the afternoon.
I'm not even back from work then...
I'm not even back from work then...
"I'm not fat, I'm pregnant"
I watch Jeremy Kyle. As you do. You know!You know the type, a fat slob of a woman, dressed in white tracksuit, perhaps a little rounder around the belly than expected, but no, definitely just fat.
She says: "I'm 8 1/2 months pregnant" and then it hits me. Shit! That's just what I'm going to look like! Shit! I'm just going to look fat and everyone is going to go "Oh I didn't realise you were pregnant", cause they just think I'm fat. Help!
She says: "I'm 8 1/2 months pregnant" and then it hits me. Shit! That's just what I'm going to look like! Shit! I'm just going to look fat and everyone is going to go "Oh I didn't realise you were pregnant", cause they just think I'm fat. Help!
Just a normal, modern day
So, I am too sick and tired to work this week, but supposedly I am not too tired to finally phone up Orange about our useless broadband. We're one of the few people left in the modern world who can't watch any live streaming telly or even a 30 second youtube clip. It wasn't always like this, oh no, one can't live like that, can one?
So they ran a little check, and guess what, our download speed is 0.73 megabums, whatever it's measured in. Zero point seventythree. Ridiculous! I bet people in Outer Azerbaijan (sp.) have faster broadband than that! I laugh! Oh, apparently there's a block on the line and we can only EVER receive a maximum of 1.2 megabums. Says the nice Indian man on the phone, whom I'm quickly losing patience with.
Once I get on the phone to BT I can hear crying in my voice, hopefully the nice British Telecom didn't notice (*embarrassing*), but he assured me that we can indeed have a normal speed of around 8, or OR OR, the fibre... (I want to say optic?) super internet for really modern people who reside in the modern western world. Yey! Only £18 more than we currently pay (which is nothing) but who cares? This is 21st century broadband and I can start to live again.
Actually, this story is a lot lot longer than this. The whole tiring day started when I couldn't install our new wifi printer because the printer couldn't pick up the signal from the router. The printer people said there was a fault with the router. The router people (Orange) said there wasn't. I said what about the slow speed, maybe that's the reason why. Orange said no because that's because there's a block on the line. BT said there's no block on the line. Three hours later, no problem is solved. Who's telling the truth? You decide!
So they ran a little check, and guess what, our download speed is 0.73 megabums, whatever it's measured in. Zero point seventythree. Ridiculous! I bet people in Outer Azerbaijan (sp.) have faster broadband than that! I laugh! Oh, apparently there's a block on the line and we can only EVER receive a maximum of 1.2 megabums. Says the nice Indian man on the phone, whom I'm quickly losing patience with.
Once I get on the phone to BT I can hear crying in my voice, hopefully the nice British Telecom didn't notice (*embarrassing*), but he assured me that we can indeed have a normal speed of around 8, or OR OR, the fibre... (I want to say optic?) super internet for really modern people who reside in the modern western world. Yey! Only £18 more than we currently pay (which is nothing) but who cares? This is 21st century broadband and I can start to live again.
Actually, this story is a lot lot longer than this. The whole tiring day started when I couldn't install our new wifi printer because the printer couldn't pick up the signal from the router. The printer people said there was a fault with the router. The router people (Orange) said there wasn't. I said what about the slow speed, maybe that's the reason why. Orange said no because that's because there's a block on the line. BT said there's no block on the line. Three hours later, no problem is solved. Who's telling the truth? You decide!
Saturday, 7 January 2012
I miss you
It is easier to write a list of things that I can and want to eat, than the tings that I can't.
Apple juice, smoothies (but not yoghurt), ryvita, bread, scones (as in svenska hemkunskapsscones, not stupid English ones), cheese, pizza, bananas, porridge, milk, anything made from potatoes, but especially mashed potato and gnocchi, poppadoms (current favourites) and sparkling water.
And that's about it! Kind of looks like a long list, but when you think about how much is not on that list, it's a lot that I can't, or won't eat. Like tea, chocolate, cream, anything sweet or sugary, normal dinner etc etc etc. I can't stand the thought, smell and taste of ginger, which everyone says is the best thing for morning (and afternoon) sickness. There was me thinking that with pregnancy comes eating for two and stuffing your face and, most of all, enjoying it! I am not! I eat something because I know I have to. Little baby portions, and preferably dry horrible food that taste of nothing. If I could bottle my pregnancy hormone and sell it I would be a very rich lady. It's the best diet ever! When everything looks, smells and tastes disgusting (especially chocolate) it is easy to control yourself.
But I can't wait for the day when I will enjoy food again. People say it will come back, my appetite. I hope so, I miss it. I want to eat for two!
Apple juice, smoothies (but not yoghurt), ryvita, bread, scones (as in svenska hemkunskapsscones, not stupid English ones), cheese, pizza, bananas, porridge, milk, anything made from potatoes, but especially mashed potato and gnocchi, poppadoms (current favourites) and sparkling water.
And that's about it! Kind of looks like a long list, but when you think about how much is not on that list, it's a lot that I can't, or won't eat. Like tea, chocolate, cream, anything sweet or sugary, normal dinner etc etc etc. I can't stand the thought, smell and taste of ginger, which everyone says is the best thing for morning (and afternoon) sickness. There was me thinking that with pregnancy comes eating for two and stuffing your face and, most of all, enjoying it! I am not! I eat something because I know I have to. Little baby portions, and preferably dry horrible food that taste of nothing. If I could bottle my pregnancy hormone and sell it I would be a very rich lady. It's the best diet ever! When everything looks, smells and tastes disgusting (especially chocolate) it is easy to control yourself.
But I can't wait for the day when I will enjoy food again. People say it will come back, my appetite. I hope so, I miss it. I want to eat for two!
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