Sleepless Nights

Author: Veronica

  • Fun!

    Yesterday I had an ultrasound to try and discover why I was bleeding so strangely.

    (To new readers: I can’t find the post I already wrote about it, so the long and the short is – I got my period and then proceeded to bleed for 20+ days. I went on the pill for a month, got horribly depressed and sick, spotted anyway, came off the pill, felt better, bled for 17 days, went insane, had sex, bled more, got cramps, bled more and completely failed at falling pregnant.

    BREATHE!)

    SO!

    I had an ultrasound that showed approximately NOTHING.

    Oh, he saw what he thought was a polyp, but then after he did an internal ultrasound (Fun! Lets let a strange man stick a cold lubed wand up my snatch and try and stab me. THANKS.) he managed to dislodge the supposed polyp and therefore decided that it was indeed a small blood clot, which he warned me that I would probably pass later one.

    No sign of it yet. Heh.

    I am pleased that there is nothing ‘wrong’. However it leaves me with no reason for the excessive cramping after sex and just because my body wants to make me miserable.

    I have to make an appointment with my GP and get a referral to a gyno. Then we see where we end up.

    (Aside from laid back on a table with someone looking for gold while Nathan giggles at me.)

    (Yes, he did indeed spend the whole ultrasound giggling at me. I have promised him that when he needs his prostate examined when he is older, I am going to sit and kick my legs, while giggling at him. Payback and all that.)

    (Yes, I am a bitch sometimes. He loves me though.)

    Next time, remind me to tell the sonographer that I am allergic to latex. 30 seconds of my time and theirs required to change the condom, will save me from multitudes of discomfort.

    Why yes! I am allergic to latex! It makes me uh.. uncomfortable and generally gives me cystitis.

    30 seconds.

    *shakes head*

  • Our Wildlife

    Mum and I took Amy to the wildlife park yesterday. Well actually, Mum wanted to show the ‘Flat Stanleys ‘ the animals and Amy and I were just tagging along. (Mum’s Flat Stanleys came from 2 little boys in America who requested to please please show them the animals)

    We’re good like that.

    So firstly we saw the Blue Tongue Lizards. I personally adore Blue Tongue’s and we used to have one living in the yard (in the old house). I miss her.

    We got to see Koalas and we were so pleased to see them awake. They must just have been given new eucalyptus leaves to munch on.

    Then, the big rarity, an albino wallaby. Albino animals never survive for very long in the wild, because their stark whiteness makes them stand out to predators. If I remember correctly, this one was actually born at the park and made headlines.

    As we wandered into the free-range wildlife area, Mum and I found ourselves increasingly nervous. Unlike the tourists that were around, we know how vicious kangaroos can get. Yes, I KNOW these ones have been all hand raised and are used to people feeding them, that still didn’t stop me wanting to walk away (quickly) as they snuffled all over Amy looking for feed. (The park gives out small bags of pellets especially for the wallabies/kangaroos/geese/peacocks that are about.)

    See? Very very nervous. We ended up throwing some pellets on the ground and seeking a spot that had a few less kangaroos (which are very big) around. Maybe some wallabies. Wallabies are nice and small.

    This one that I am feeding (and photographing. Watch me multitask!) wasn’t backwards in coming forwards. She placed her front feet on my stomach in her quest to get more food, making me more nervous because her claws! You should have seen her claws! And she was looking for food! On me! Eeek!

    Anyway we walked away unscathed (OBVIOUSLY!) and I took a photo of her claws just to show you HOW kangaroos can disembowel a person or a dog in a matter of seconds.

    The wombats were rather sleepy as they are a nocturnal animal, but this one did eventually wake up and wander around. My photographs of that sucked though.

    Now, I couldn’t do a post about wildlife without showing you a real! live! Tasmanian Devil.

    Oh wait! That was the boring information. Sorry. What they don’t mention on there is that Devils are mostly carrion eaters ie: roadkill. They also say how uncommon they are. The last place we lived at we had devils hanging aroung quite alot. I never managed to get a photo though. We must have been living in a devil hot-spot!

    Don’t be fooled by how cute they are, Devils are vicious! Devils are also suffering from a Devil Facial Tumour Disease that is killing the population. The DFTD is actually a type of cancer, unfortunately the devil population has become so inbred that the cancer doesn’t differentiate between different devils. So when they fight and bite each other, they pass the disease along. Very very nasty.

    The Devils here at the park though are all clear for the disease. Thank goodness.

    Amy had good fun, until she realised that there was a sausage sizzle that we weren’t invited to attend (it was for carers who bring up the injured animals) and she wasn’t going to get free food. She rather liked patting the kangaroos ears, even though my heart was thumping lots. The paths at the park weren’t really conducive to Toddler walking (very knotty and bumpy. Also quite steep in places) I tried to let Amy wander as much as possible.

    Here she is, running away.

    What I haven’t shown you – The Emus , because my photos weren’t fantastic. The Sulphur Crested Cockatoo , whom I swear was trying to dig an escape hole. The Yellow Tailed Black Cockatoos who had been hit by cars and can’t fly anymore.

    Even worse were the Wedge Tailed Eagles . The pair (only one was in the pen, I know there used to be a second one, but now I wonder if it has died?) were victims of shooting attacks and were unable to be rehabilitated because of the extent of their injuries. There are only 70 pairs of Wedge Tails left in Tasmania and they are a distinct strain of their species.

    There were Quolls. One Spotted Tailed Quoll (which I hadn’t seen since I was a kid) and one Eastern Spotted Quoll (which we used to see alot of).

    Amy also got to say hello to the Peacocks and the Cape Barren Geese . She insisted that the geese were ducks though.

    Amy does love her ducks.

    As we headed home, Amy was tired and sulky. However she fell straight asleep as soon as she got into her bed.

    Poor sulky girl.

    Hee!

  • Seven is a Bat?

    Welcome to my weekly winners as hosted by the gorgeous Lotus . I don’t have many words today so I will let the photos do the talking.

    Although there are alot of photos, I tried to make them as

    I played with the black and white alot this week.

    And we had some awesome sunsets.

    Seven and Amy played, lots.

    And we had some gorgeous mornings. With fog and frost and drips.

    Amy loves her slide. Even when it is wet and cold.

    Seven is a bat?

    Sunsets. Gorgeous.

    The highway that runs past our property.

    Yeah, did I mention the sunsets?

  • Letters…

    Dear Council Workers,

    Hi! I appreciate that you are doing your job, but I would just like to know why the hell you are washing the road. My daughter and partner are both asleep and I am taking the few moments I have spare to do some things.

    Please STOP WASHING THE FREAKING ROAD outside of my daughter’s bedroom window, because if she wakes up and ruins my free time I will be rather pissed off.

    I mean, freaking hell! All you have to do is wait a few days and it will rain! Sheesh!

    And don’t look at me like that when I wander outside to find out what the noise is. Really, I don’t care what you think. Just piss off.

    Thanks, Veronica.

    Dear Seven,

    When there are workers being noisy outside of the house, I don’t need you adding to the noise by barking to let me know that there is noise. I am dealing with it okay? Bark when it is dark to let me know there are people out the front. I would appreciate that.

    I know you just want to be comfortable, but when I get up to let the cat out I am NOT inviting you to steal my bean bag. It is the only place I can sit and use my laptop until I get a desk and I can’t sit on top of you. Nor can you lie on my lap while I work.

    Also, while we are at it, if I catch you peeing on the clean washing again, even though you had just been outside for an hour and the back door was still open, I may just feel the need to turn you into an OUTSIDE dog.

    And the chewing of my underwear. Can you stop that? Please? I am down to 4 pairs of knickers and it will be a few days until I can buy more. I can see you digging through the clean laundry looking for it. Why can’t you chew sticks? Or the toys I bought you? Or your own feet? Because I need my underwear dammit.

    Thanks, Your Owner.

    Dear Amy,

    Thankyou for sleeping nicely this afternoon. Also thankyou for not waking up when the workers were screeching outside of your window. I really didn’t want to have to go and throw dog poop at them.

    Love, Mummy.

  • Opinionated

    When Burgh Baby’s Mom asked me to tell you all about what I like and dislike about blogs, my mind started running at 100kph.

    Burgh Baby’s Mom wrote:
    Hmmm . . . How about talking about what you like/dislike about blogs? Maybe what annoys you and what you love? No names, obviously, just some general observations.

    Then I started thinking about how to write it so that no one was offended.

    The answer? Try not to write about what annoys me. Instead twist everything for a positive look.

    I like and subscribe to many blogs, most are ‘Mummy’ blogs (and I use that term very very loosly because most Mum’s blog about anything and everything). Actually, I think damn near all of them are except maybe a few. See, I like the solidarity we share as parents.

    Hey! Your kid doesn’t sleep either? And you have trouble brushing her teeth? Me too! Yay!

    I like realism. I want to know that you are a real person with a dirty washing pile and dishes sitting in your sink. I want to imagine that you found a bad apricot in the bottom of the fruit bowl that meant you had to throw out a weeks worth of fruit. I want to know that as I am up at 2am despairing of ever sleeping again, you could be too.

    I love humour. Shit happens, at least we can laugh about it, right? Hell, what else can you do.

    I want to be drawn into your blog. When I visit someone new, I generally read the entire front page of their blog. This means that if I visit and your last post was a filler or a ‘I’m sick, go away’ post, that isn’t all I am looking at. Also, I try and visit everyone a second time, but sometimes I forget. If you think I should be reading you and I’m not, then you can email me and yell if you like. I will come visit you if you pester me. I tend to forget.

    Some bloggers, I feel like I could sit and have a cup of coffee (or tea, or tequila) with the author. I like blogs like that. I want people to feel like that here! (Do you feel like that here? Do you? Huh?)

    I must admit, I am a little biased against blogger though. NOT because of the quality of blogger blogs, no, many of my favourite blogs are hosted on blogger and I adore them all (hell, I started on blogger!) but because of blogger’s comment form. I can never make the damn thing load without at least 2 page refreshes! What is up with that? Does it happen to anyone else?

    Also captchas. I HATE captchas with a passion. A lot of the time the picture refuses to load and then I am left refreshing and refreshing until it does. Sorry, I know some of you get attacked by spam regularly and need the captchas to filter everything. I think blogger probably needs to sort itself out some kind of spam filter for people to use.

    Hear that Blogger? Build a damn spam filter and get rid of the captchas already! Geez.

    I know some people choose not to blog about the bad bits of motherhood and life. They never write about sleeplessness and messy faces. We never hear about poo, snot or vomit. Their kids are always clean and happy. No sibling rivalry, no fights, no mess. Sunshine and fairy floss.

    It’s their blog and they can choose to write about whatever they like. However this is my brain and I refuse to implode it with impossibilities I can’t counter.

    This lady says it brilliantly.

    I definitely like more things than I dislike. I can probably count on one hand the number of blogs I refuse to visit (and no, I don’t think any of those people have actually ever visited me). These people tend to be argumentitive and very quick to judge other people. That said, I shouldn’t be judging them on the basis of just a blog. They may be very nice people in real life.

    Sheesh, do you know how hard it is to round up a post like this without sounding like a hypocrite or a bitch?

    Then again, endings have never been my strong point. Sorry bout that.