Sleepless Nights

Category: Life

  • Look! Look!

    Okay, here I am showing my total Mummy blogger roots.

    Hey Lotus? Look! Look what is sitting in the middle of my lounge room!

    Look!

    Okay, so yes, I am very excited that we bought a Dyson today. We have been saving all our gold coins for a while for ‘just in case’ money. Yesterday, we saw Dysons on special. Today we cashed all our gold coins and bought a Dyson.

    And Oh My Freaking God can these things suck! Vacuuming is no longer an easy job – no, now I worry that the vacuum might just pull the carpet off the floor with the power of it’s suction.

    My floors look so much better, simply for one vacuum with this thing.

    It’s so good, you can suck flies out of the air with it.

    (Thankyou Nathan for proving that to me today.)

    After vacuuming with this, I can totally see how people end up in Emergency with vacuum cleaner related injuries. Trust me, I do not think it would be a good idea to stick your penis in a Dyson.

    A slightly clogged Hoover? Maybe.

    But not a Dyson. Just don’t do it.

    Dyson: Use it on your floors; not on yourself.

  • Pleading Insanity

    So I wasn’t going to join NaBloMeHo this year. I had no intention of blogging every day in November, because hell, it’s hard enough to blog every second day at the moment.

    And then I realised. I don’t have to join NaBlo.

    I am STILL a member.

    So I clicked over and had a look around all the stuff I had left undone from last year (old blog address: check! old feed address showing someone else’s feed: check! outdated photos and about me: check) and started updating things, you know, just in case.

    Then I thought about it some more. Sure I don’t think I could blog here every day for a month. Not unless you all want to be bored to tears of me. But I could blog over at my food blog every day for a month.

    Seriously, how hard can a month’s worth of recipes be? I have THOUSANDS of recipes in my head that I adore, picking 30 to share throughout November can’t be that hard, right?

    So, I will be here about as regularly as I ever am with the normal stuff, but you will also be able to find me over at my food blog every day in November.

    Sure, there isn’t much up there at the moment and don’t expect me to post anything until Saturday, but at least there I’m not going to bore you all to tears!

    Oh and somehow the code for the NaBloMeHo badge refuses to work for me. You can find me HERE if you are participating too.

    Add me as a friend (if they ever get the add friend thing fixed), stalk me, leave me silly comments, whatever you like. Hehe.

  • Pokey feet, strange weather and spiders

    So since the last lot of stress, everything seems to be going fine. The little one is kicking like a trooper (read: it hurts like a mo’fo at times) I am getting progressively fatter by the day (sort of maybe, I’m not sure) and things are happening the way they should (ie: I am not having my baby yet).

    On the subject of getting progressively fatter, here’s the thing: I don’t really feel that much bigger than I was a fortnight ago. Actually, I don’t feel any bigger. I know from my last appointment that I was measuring small (nearly a month behind where my uterus should be).

    I’m not that fussed about it considering I measured small with Amy during the entire pregnancy – I went and found my antenatal records for her pregnancy and I measured anywhere between 1 and 6 weeks behind at any given appointment – so I think that this pregnancy is probably going to follow in the same vein.

    I can tell you that the baby is DEFINTELY getting bigger if his pokiness is anything to go by. Naughty poky baby.

    He is grounded by the way. No ice cream, chocolate or lollies for him for a year after he arrives. Not to mention he won’t be allowed out to party with his friends or given access to the car keys either.

    And anyway the less chocolate my children eat the more there is for me.

    *****

    It’s hot.

    October is not meant to be a hot month. Warm, yes, but not hot. Not 30C hot (that is 86F for all you Americans. Seriously, when are you going to convert to the metric system like civilised people?)

    I’m quite pleased though, for all the heat that we put up with yesterday, my ankles didn’t swell even a little. So proud. Who knew that one could be proud of her ankles? But I am. No water retention over here.

    Now watch Murphy shoot me down in flames and make me swell like a balloon for the next 12 weeks.

    Heh.

    Amy has done quite well with the heat. Helps that she is only 2 and can run around naked without anyone looking at her oddly (although, I wonder would Nathan have a problem if I adopted Amy’s approach? Maybe the belly would mess with the aesthetics of it though…).

    She has discovered the joys of icypoles. Unfortunately she is finicky as hell and hates being sticky. 2yo + icypoles + heat = lots of sticky water and an incredibly pissed toddler.

    ‘Wash HANDS mummy! Wash HANDS NOW please?’

    ‘Baff time? Yes? Now? Please baff time? Need baff Mummy!’ (Bath)

    ‘Need novver one? Can haff novver one please?’

    Sigh.

    *****

    Signs I am not having enough sex:

    I found a spider lurking in my cleavage. Thank god he was only small. Now I’m thinking though, it’s been much too long since Nat and I ‘got it together’ if I’m finding spiders in my boobs. What’s next, cobwebs in my underwear?

    Seriously though, it’s been WEEKS, possibly even MONTHS. We made the executive decision to not have sex after the first scare with the baby (but hadn’t gotten around to it for weeks before that anyway). Recurrent issues have shown us that we did indeed make the right choice. The last thing my cervix needs is any kind of bumping.

    However, I’m thinking that our decision might just kill us in the long run. Sure there are plenty of other things we could do, none of which involve my cervix, but seriously, creativity is not my strong point when I am pregnant.

    And then there is the whole reciprocating thing. Sigh.

    It’s all just too much work you know?

    ****

    Oh yes, I am working on a birth plan to share with everyone eventually and I will get Nathan to take a belly shot soonish to share too. Okay?

  • Chocolate Choc-Chip Biscuits

    Okay, so I’m being lazy today. Mainly because last post? When I said the nausea had gone? I advise all pregnant women to NOT TELL ANYONE if your nausea goes away because Karma is a bitch.

    Ugh.

    So anyway, here is my best cure; not for morning sickness; but for that chocolate craving you may or may not be suddenly struck down with.

    The Easiest Chocolate Choc-Chip Biscuits Ever

    1/2 cup of butter
    1/3 cup sugar
    1/3 cup brown sugar (I didn’t have either white sugar or brown, so I used 2/3 cup of raw sugar and it worked fine)
    1/2 tspn vanilla essence
    1 egg, beaten
    1 2/3 cups self raising flour
    2 tbsns cocoa powder
    1/2 cup chocolate chips.

    Method:

    Grease 2 oven trays and preheat oven to 180C (350F)

    Cream the butter and sugar until light and fluffy, gradually add the beaten egg and continue beating. Add the vanilla, chocolate chips and cocoa. Mix to combine.

    Add the flour a little (or, if you are lazy like me, a lot) at a time. Continue mixing until everything is combined.

    Shape teaspoonfulls of mix into balls and place on tray. Leave enough room for spreading and no, they don’t need squashing prior to going in the oven.

    Bake for 10-12 minutes. They will still be soft when you pull them out of the oven, don’t worry, they harden up once they start to cool. Eating them still warm is half the fun though.

    Mmmmmmm.

    If you just want regular choc-chip buscuits, you can emit the cocoa and use an extra 2 tbsns of flour instead.

    Or you could emit the choc-chips for plain chocolate biscuits.

    Whatever you do, this is the easiest and best biscuit recipe ever.

    And uh, I would have taken photos for you, but I made these yesterday and I don’t seem to have any left to photograph. Sorry.

  • For Sale or Trade

    For Sale or Trade:

    One toddler. Slightly snot encrusted, but in a much better mood than yesterday. Is currently running, jumping, leaping and shouting BOO! at me. Can stand on one foot, hop, count, sing (tonelessly) and talk. Also gives good cuddles, declares ‘I LOVE you!’ occasionally and will accept any and all kisses.

    Hates having her hair brushed, having me wash her face (hence the snot encrustation), raw pumpkin and being told no.

    Is still mostly incapable of sleeping through the night, although occasionally she will sleep through for 3 nights and then wake up every hour for a month.

    Likes any and all food (except raw pumpkin) olives and cheese especially, feeding herself, reading books all by herself, stealing any and all food from my plate. Loves being outside, kissing Daddy and climbing (onto the bench/table specifically).  Is a good problem solver and will move objects so that she can climb/destroy/wreck-rend things properly. Will play with something only until she figures out how it works, then throw it away.

    Be careful, she can open lids of things.

    For Sale or Trade:

    One 6 month old puppy.

    Chews things. Alot. Has a penchant for toddler shoes and women’s underwear (both stolen from the washing pile and clean). Barks only occasionally and is generally quiet.

    Has shown lots of talent in the garden digging area, so if you need a digging dog, she would be perfect. Digs up pea seedlings in order to eat them. Eats everything, so is a little tubby due to living on a Toddler diet.

    Insists on chasing and chewing on the cats, much to my annoyance at 2am. As much as she bashes them though, I caught her curled up asleep with the Tortoiseshell kitten this morning. Heh.

    Is good with toddlers, randomly cleaning faces and playing. Doesn’t seem to like snot much though, probably a good thing.

    For Sale or Trade:

    2 Kittens.

    Mostly grown, one tortoishelle and one tabby. Have no names aside from The Tortoiseshell and The Tabby. Both can catch birds, mice, frogs and lizards, although I try and discourage frog and lizard catching.

    In fact, I can hear frenzied bird squeaking right now. Oh no wait, that’s okay, it’s gone quiet. I don’t suppose I will have to feed them now.

    They don’t eat much and they cope well with puppy chewing and toddlerness. Will however eat any and all table scraps (including peas and carrots) if allowed. Continuously surprise me by not getting fat (like the dog).

    They don’t eat my underwear or scratch or miaow.

    Although, one of them is living in my roof of a night time (does anyone want their own personal roof cat?).

    Generally unaffectionate and a little skittish.

    ****

    For the toddler, I want at least her weight in chocolate and you can only borrow her. For an hour.

    For the Cats, well they are worth their weight in gold with the lack of mice I have had lately. So gold offers only.

    And for the puppy? Well at the moment I am willing to accept any offer. She’s giving me the shits.