Ginchyworld

book meme

I got tagged for a meme, and didn't want to do it in the comments of that blog that tagged me.

Grab the nearest book, whatever it is, go to page 123, find the 4th
sentence, and then type in the next five sentences.

Occaisionally it is a longstanding problem an the breastmilk has to be supplemented with formula or food from a spoon. This can often be done carefully so breastfeeding continues.

Here's a general guide for temporary low supply. Ask your partner and other family members around you to read this as well.

• Support and encouragement from those around you makes an enormous difference.

I lead such a glamorous and exciting life these days!

pumpkin soup

Rocking that rocking the pram thing. I've relented mattman can push the pram. When I go out alone, I'm taking her out in the papoose. It's just so much easier. Saying that, while i've got one papoose and one ring sling, I think I need another kind of baby carrier as well, one I'll be able to use when she's bigger. I'm not game to take her out in the ring sling yet. I need to practice with it much more around the house yet, but I'm rocking the papoose for short trips.

The mums left today. Now I have to start working out a routine for us. Up to now, the 2 week mark, it's been feed, change nappy, try to get the little one to sleep and repeat ad nauseum. We somehow need to work in a bath every day or two and some play time, although who knows how much at this stage! And i've got to work out how to get some naps and get the housework done, around the little munchkin who resists sleep like a champion. She's currently been quietly resisting this nap for almost an hour.

ooh, we've just had another big poo explosion. does this pooing thing ever settle down? I'm never, ever going to look at pumpkin soup in quite the same way again? In fact, I'm not sure I;m ever going toeat it again!

Hiatus

Ginchyworld is currently on Hiatus. The only thing going on in my life right now is the baby. if'n you're interested, our adventures are over here at making Albuqueque.

visits

Today I

• ate bran flakes, grapefruit juice and tea for breakfast
• am still puffy
• hate heat
• love well, will love it if the little tacker does what it is supposed to and gets born, which it obviously hasn't yet

Mum arrived yesterday. It's so good to see her. She landed at about 7am, and we managed to keep her awake until after 8.30pm. She's thanking us for it today, but it was a little difficult for her yesterday afternoon!

Today I took her to one of the colleges and for a big long walk through a college and past the Radcliffe Camera. I was stuffed by the end of it!

Other than that it's still a waiting game in casa underhill

updatish

Today I

• ate cold pizza, apple juice and tea for breakfast
• am kind of tired after the 3am waking
• hate the kind of middle of the night waking you can't get back to sleep from
• love lazy Saturday mornings

Sorry for lack of updates, my life is a series of days of waiting right now. When there's really anything important to say, I'll be back. There's more over at Making albuqueque about how I'm feeling right now. Mostly it's a litany of 'this hurts, that hurts, and no the little tacker isn't on it's way yet'.

On the upside, I'm loving this lady of leisure thing! I've had five weeks off work, and it totally rocks. I didn't realise how much work was getting me down until I didn't have to do it anymore. I wonder if one day I'll actually find a job I like. Given I've not been overly fond of any job I've ever had, I'm beginning to seriously doubt it. I would love to be one of those people who had grand passion for the work they do, but I'm not. I'm not sure if it's just because I haven't found the work I can be passionate about yet, or if that passion for work thing is actually a myth. Either way, not having to do it and still getting paid for it is a very satisfactory state of affairs.

recipe call out

Today I

• ate porridge, tea and grapefruit juice for breakfast
• am waiting for a courier to show up
• hate flat inspections, particularly so soon after moving in
• love itty, bitty, apple green, pram blankets

OK, so we got given some rhubarb from someone's allotment on the weekend. Yeah, we know someone with an allotment, it's all so terribly english! We decided apple and rhubarb crumble was the order of the day. Now, were we in Aus, with our complete cookbook collection, this would not be an issue. We know exactly which book contains the best crumble recipe. It's not your standard flour, sugar, butter number, it's got oats and it's good. It's in Great Vegetarian Dishes. Yes, Kurma Dasa may not be the most interesting TV chef, but he gives good crumble.

Unfortunately, said book is currently packed in a box somewhere in a huge pile in one of my parents cupboards, and it's just not feasible to get them to unpack them all the find one simple recipe. That would be a very cruel and unkind act. So, here's what I need.... (keeping in mind I do own the book, and would otherwise not ask you)...

Does anyone out there have this book and can look up the Apple and Blackberry Crumble recipe for me and email it to me? We tried to make it up as we went along on Sunday, but it wasn't a patch on the actual recipe. I'd love you forever, and so would our next apple and rhubarb crumble.

Speaking of, I don't think I've ever tried rhubarb before. I'm not sure what I thought it would taste like, but it wasn't that! It was good, it just wasn't what I expected!

Livin the High Life

Today I

• ate toast, tea and grapefruit juice for breakfast (or should say am eating)
• need to write down for mattman how to post photos to the blog
• hate puffy feet, particularly when one is puffier than the other
• love finding good sale bargains

Mattman has implied I'm not updating enough. That's probably because it's the calm before the storm in casa ginchy. I'm 8 days from my due date, taking as much time as I can to rest up, and frankly, being a somewhat quiet and boring individual.

I could rant about many things, but that takes too much mental capacity and energy. I'm afraid the majority of my mental energy is currently taken up by any or all of the following

• have I washed everything I need to?
• aaarrrrgggghhh, none of even my maternity trousers fit any more
• gosh darnit what's with this left foot puffier than right foot nonsense?
• do I really need to pick that up off the floor, or can it stay there until someone else is around to do it for me?

Yep, I'm living the high life here.

weekend

Today I

• ate porridge and breakfast juice for breakfast
• am looking at the rain thinking it's not such a great day for a walk
• hate spew in the streets
• love warm baths

So, I went out to the car on Thursday morning, and, you wont believe this, someone had thrown up on the windscreen! I mean really, you've got to be trying to throw up on someone's windscreen instead of on the ground like normal people. It's totally disgusting. Luckily it's been raining since then and I haven't had to deal with cleaning it up properly yet. It makes me sick just thinking about it.

It was a completely brilliant start to the weekend.

Saturday was a good day though. mattman turned 31. We were going to go do something touristy, visit a little village or something, but I wasn't up to driving. So we went into Oxford to our favourite chinese place for lunch, then stopped in Borders for coffee for about an hour. He then got to sit and watch Family Guy for a couple of hours while I napped, and we went to our local Japanese place for dinner. It was a quiet birthday, but mattman seemed to enjoy it and that's what counts.

Sunday, also quiet, kiwiboy and kiwigirl came around with their bub for the afternoon. It was great to catch up with them, and also to speak to people who think having a baby is one of the best things ever to happen to them, that it's manageable, has brought them closer together, and that they can't wait to do it all over again. Most of the people I've spoken to who've had children recently are more of the 'worst thing I've ever done, would have had a headache that night had I known' variety. Those kind of people are really depressing. So to get the other persepective was wonderful.

Our change table and bouncy chair also got a test run, and both get the thumbs up apparently.

bedroom

Today I

• ate vegemite toast and apple juice for breakfast
• had to see the GP
• hate itchy rashes
• love tea

That's our bedroom. Yes, the cot is right beside my side of the bed, but I figure I'm not going to be getting much sleep the first few months anyway, so I might as well not have far to go to get the bub.

We can't really have the window open at night, the street is too noisy. It's not traffic, it's drunk students walking past. Apart from that, we're loving our new pad. It's a bit dark in the mornings, but lovely when the sun is streaming in in the afternoons.

Me, I'm still loving this whole not being at work thing. It's made such a difference to my outlook on life. I don't think being harrassed at work is good for anyone's psyche. However, I daren't ask how many emails a day my colleagues are receiving from the twat that was harrassing me. It would be far too scary, or maybe depressing if he weren't doing it to them. Nevertheless, I don't have to worry about him anymore, and that is the biggest relief I've felt in a long time.

I caught up with Kiwigirl briefly earlier this week. She was out walking kiwibabe (their daughter born at the beginning of march). You can't half see the family resemblance between kiwiboy and kiwibabe! It's incredibly. I'm looking forward to spending a lot more time with her once albuqueque graces us with his or her presence. Kiwigirl is looking fab, lost all her baby belly already, looking like she's enjoying this whole motherhood thing.

Ooh, we went to the theatre on Friday Night to see A New Statesman (Rik Mayall number). The best bits were when something went wrong and they had to deal with it. It was worth seeing, but the first act was a lot more clever than the second. The second act descended into the normal, cheap, fairly peurile jokes that you'd expect from a Rik Mayall thing. The first act was a lot more politically clever. But all in all, a good night out.

room 3

Today I

• ate crumpets, bitty toast, orange juice and tea for breakfast
• need to book accomodation for our mums
• hate achey morning hands
• love long, sunny evenings

Time for a tour of our third room. The reception room as the English would have it, or to us, the lounge room. A fair degree of the furniture is decoration by having one's soul sapped in IKEA. That nice bright red chair, that's MY CHAIR, and heaven help you if you're sitting in it when I want to sit down. Hey, there is a reason, I can't really get myself off the couch at the moment. That carpet you can see, it's a weird grey green kind of number, and it's in every room but the bathroom. It might be kind of disturbing were the walls also green, but they're not, so it's OK.  There's only one more room to show you, the bedroom, but I'll need to do a little more tidying in there first, and figure out my nappy storage.

I'm really enjoying this not being at work thing. I'm much happier, I'm slightly more rested, but still not getting as much housework done as I probably should.