Due Date: 01/03/2008
Week: 15+4 days
Month: 4
Trimester: 2
Fetus Age: 14 weeks
Fetal Heartbeat: 142 bpm
Fetal Size: 10.8 – 11.6 cm
Time to Go: 170 days
Nooooo!!!! It was all good!! And then it went crap. And then it was good again! And now I just don’t know. Things are going well, but I’m struggling to shake the crap. Yep, not as bad as I was, thoroughly grateful blah blah blah…
Only you know what? The opinionated people can just go away (and I would just like to add at this point I just changed position to type better, my bladder is full and Mocha is trying to kick seven kinds of crap out of me. Only it just tickles. For now. I’m probably squashing her and stunting her growth her something.) because I know what I think, I know what I believe and I’m tired of hearing stuff that I really don’t care for.
‘Well don’t ask then!’ shout all the sensible people of the world.
I didn’t think I did…and I know people mean well, but I just never seem to agree on what they have to say. Instead, it usually just grates against me. *tsk* Some people have useful stuff though…it’s just so few and far between. I’m wondering what they’ll say on FF.
On a happier note (because I am THAT determined…and this is one of those blogs about a load of crap) DH is taking the day off tomorrow so we can go shopping/do some more on the nursery/fix the garden/anything to take my mind off crap. I think I’m starting to look forward to Tunisia, maybe it’ll work nicely as a diversionary tactic. It’ll also make the Summer go by just that lil bit quicker!
We also spent loads of time on the nursery on Saturday. The moving around a whole lot kept the old leg active. Doing a weeks worth of rehearsals, however, left me crippled so THAT was, um, confusing. But anyway, the nursery is now empty (apart from the baby stuff…which I really wanna play with…and the laundry. And the snakes. And the rancid carpet and 70 year old wallpaper. But we got time. Let me change that to nearly empty.) and there’s not much else to do until we strip walls floor and ceiling, and furniture to arrive. Which I think should be October. Or November. Or a million years away because that’s what it feels like.
Oh, and the router. And double bass hidden behind the laundry.
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And the random crap on the wall. And on the windowsill.
DH bought a new lawnmower, I bought some passionflower plants. We’re so domesticated…hehehe. But I can’t complain! Right? Because, you know, it’s doing stuff, and you know, takes my mind off The Situation (which is getting MUCH better I think) even though it’s STILL ongoing, and anyway, you know, things are um. Not so bad.
(Then why, pray tell, am I not convinced?)
(and who in the world says pray tell?)
Actually I just remembered I had a fabulous breakthrough with one of my LRSM cello pieces; Bloch Nigun, 2nd page with the evil double stopping. Still can’t play it, but worked out what fingers I should actually be using, rather than trying to contort my hand and stuff. Well, not contort my hand as much as I was. Anyway.
So that means I’m over halfway…I think I need to get off my ass and research whether I do Rachmaninov or Schumann. I will not give up dammit! I’m due another qualification. Just one that I would like, rather than one someone else thinks I would like. Hah!
I need meat now. You know what’s good? Corn beef, egg mayo and Branston Pickle sandwiches. Oh my god yum.
