Roll on July. It's the only thing that's keeping me going. I've had both the best week and worst week in a long time.
Best because we saw our baby-lubba, scratching its bum, looking might fine and perfect. The sonographer was great and kept referring to it as "the baby", not him or her.
I've had the worst week because my job is so so tough at times, and i have the staff from hell. I've been on a trip this week with 30 16-year-olds. No trouble, and i let them all out at lunctime to have lunch in Russell Square, but lots to organise and stressful all the same. They were amazing though. Going back, the tube was packed and the minute there was a seat they all shouted "miss, miss, there's a seat for you". Cutey pies.
Now i have two weeks off and will rest like i've never rested before. We're on the hunt for a pram at the moment. It's crazy, far too many to choose from and far too expensive. We've had a look at second hand ones as well but have already come across one scam, so a bit worried about that. My only requirement is that it's small and red. I really want a bugaboo but there is no way i'm spending 800 quid on a pram.
Last night i tried to go to the pub. I had denim skirt, flip flops and sunglasses, hurrah, but then i had some food which exhausted me, so i went home at 5. Besides, i was so annoyed with all the people putting cigarette smoke in my breathing space. Selfish! Why are people still allowed to smoke in beer gardens? Annoyance number 2 was all the children running around the garden. People laughed about my so-called maternal instincts kicking in, but i don't like children. Other people's children. I especially don't like children of yummy mummies who think it's ok for their brats to run around in a space designed for adults. Not okay!
No, it was much nicer to go home, watch tv and fall asleep.
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Saturday, 17 March 2012
18 and something
Oh, i haven't got time for this at all. I'm having a crazy time at work and it's so stressful. I sleep very badly at the moment anyway, but work is making it worse. This week i've argued with an exam board, had emergency meetings with my staff, analysed data, number crunched number crunched number crunched, dreamt about re-sits and exam entries and woken up at 5am to write to-do lists. Oh what a relaxing pregnancy i'm having... Is my baby going to come out all stressed and colicky?
I also had a meeting with my head teacher this week. He said i could think about coming back as a HoD or not. Haha, my job will be there waiting for me, but if i don't want it, there'll be something else. Have i decided already? Oh yes! Nevermind the issue that i'm a good boss, and don't work very well under someone else's leadership, but hey ho, i could have a life again. A life with my husband and baby.
This week i've also had my first coffee (de-caf of course) and sweet, sugary muffins. Here we go, i can feel the 100 kilos getting closer. I look about 6 months pregnant, but i can guarantee it's 90% food.
Yum!
I also had a meeting with my head teacher this week. He said i could think about coming back as a HoD or not. Haha, my job will be there waiting for me, but if i don't want it, there'll be something else. Have i decided already? Oh yes! Nevermind the issue that i'm a good boss, and don't work very well under someone else's leadership, but hey ho, i could have a life again. A life with my husband and baby.
This week i've also had my first coffee (de-caf of course) and sweet, sugary muffins. Here we go, i can feel the 100 kilos getting closer. I look about 6 months pregnant, but i can guarantee it's 90% food.
Yum!
Saturday, 3 March 2012
Hot mama
I have found myself feeling superhappy about my body now that i'm pregnant. At last. I started off swollen and miserable, not fitting into my wedding dress at six weeks gestation, fat swollen face and misery. But now, i feel kind of hot, in a weird way. Sure, my stomach is expanded, but it's supposed to and i love it. The thing is though, that's it. My arms, my legs, my face feel slimmer than before and i feel great. My boobs look proper page 3, can i keep them forever? I don't know how much weight i have gained, but it doesn't feel like a lot.
I can probably thank some lucky star out there that i only crave fruit, vegetables, rice, milk and good, healthy, lovely, wholesome food. The thought of McDonald's, cakes, ice cream, chocolate, crisps, makes me turn to the nearest fruit stall and inhale a pound of fruit. Yum.
On Tuesday i made the mistake of inhaling (i kind of inhale food these days) approximately five chocolate biscuits. When i returned home i was violently sick and spent the next two days in bed. I shall not eat biscuits again until August 15th or roundabout that time.
Lucky me!
I can probably thank some lucky star out there that i only crave fruit, vegetables, rice, milk and good, healthy, lovely, wholesome food. The thought of McDonald's, cakes, ice cream, chocolate, crisps, makes me turn to the nearest fruit stall and inhale a pound of fruit. Yum.
On Tuesday i made the mistake of inhaling (i kind of inhale food these days) approximately five chocolate biscuits. When i returned home i was violently sick and spent the next two days in bed. I shall not eat biscuits again until August 15th or roundabout that time.
Lucky me!
Cabana
Yesterday i ate at Cabana and it was wonderful. I had little cheese dough balls that i remember from Ulla and Luigi's wedding, i had sweet potato fries with chili mayo, fried chicken ball things with green salsa, mushroom and halloumi, chicken from a skewer. Delicious delicious delicious. I want to go back there again, every day, now, i need it now.
Food, glorious food, oh how i love thee.
Food, glorious food, oh how i love thee.
She's in fashion
I've made a mistake. I answered a telephone call from some pleasant telemarketing lady who said i could i have 4 issues of Marie Claire for £1. Okay, why not, even if it is just toilet reading. She did indeed make it clear that i would have to phone up and cancel at any time to stop the subscribtion from lasting a full year for the usual price. God damn it. I've cancelled it now, but too late of course.
And now i have to read about FASHION every bloody month. I hate fashion. I hate fashion magazines. I open said magazine and the first thing i have to do is skip the first thirty pages which are full of adverts for brands that no one buys. Then i have to skip around fifty pages entitled things like "101 fashion fixes" or "pastel spring". Who gives a fuck? Only then do i reach a couple of pages that cover "lifestyle" and "modern dilemmas" or something of the sort, which i kind of read, mainly in the bath, followed by a couple of pages of food and recipes which i read every word of and salivate/throw up a little, you choose the day. And that's it!
The thing is, if these mags were advertising clothes that i might buy, i might have been a little bit more interested. "top, £9.99" okay, why not? I mean, i buy most of my clohes in Tesco. Every little helps. And i like to read tesco's free magazine, possibly because it's mainly about food and just a little bit about fashion (although i call it clothes).
The worst thing i've ever had to endure is reading something incredibly boring like Elle or Vogue. Or having to go to Fashion Week. Who buys these things? I mean, i earn close to 50k and if i think these things are stupidly over-priced and ugly, then what is some loser earning 25k doing wasting money on said items (and magazines)? But then maybe they don't put more than a third of their salary into a cash free ISA?
The best thing of all though is that i am still looking superhot and cool and kind of individual-ist in my clothes. And i buy a lot of clothes. I just like a bargain or a chazza shop item more than i like "designer"...
And now i have to read about FASHION every bloody month. I hate fashion. I hate fashion magazines. I open said magazine and the first thing i have to do is skip the first thirty pages which are full of adverts for brands that no one buys. Then i have to skip around fifty pages entitled things like "101 fashion fixes" or "pastel spring". Who gives a fuck? Only then do i reach a couple of pages that cover "lifestyle" and "modern dilemmas" or something of the sort, which i kind of read, mainly in the bath, followed by a couple of pages of food and recipes which i read every word of and salivate/throw up a little, you choose the day. And that's it!
The thing is, if these mags were advertising clothes that i might buy, i might have been a little bit more interested. "top, £9.99" okay, why not? I mean, i buy most of my clohes in Tesco. Every little helps. And i like to read tesco's free magazine, possibly because it's mainly about food and just a little bit about fashion (although i call it clothes).
The worst thing i've ever had to endure is reading something incredibly boring like Elle or Vogue. Or having to go to Fashion Week. Who buys these things? I mean, i earn close to 50k and if i think these things are stupidly over-priced and ugly, then what is some loser earning 25k doing wasting money on said items (and magazines)? But then maybe they don't put more than a third of their salary into a cash free ISA?
The best thing of all though is that i am still looking superhot and cool and kind of individual-ist in my clothes. And i buy a lot of clothes. I just like a bargain or a chazza shop item more than i like "designer"...
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