Just when I thought it couldn't get more embarrassing.
Last night I was in Zara returning a pair of trousers that I attempted to by from their pre-mama section... the L were enormous and the M's were teenie... but that's another story entirely too boring to recount. However while there we ran into our lovely upstairs neighbor. He lives in the tiny attico flat above us. He is a very kind soul and has never complained about anything like noise or the barking of a certain dog... Anyway, so he came over to us to say hello as his 'friend' bless, waited on the stairs on the way up to the men's dept. The neighbor asked if I had fallen the other morning as he said his whole apt shook! I mean like dear lord Im not that heavy! I think my face was scarlet red! He was very worried he said but then he knew Alfredo was home to help me. I think it´s terribly sweet that he was worried but I´m horrified that he knew exactly what had happened!!! I mean what else can he hear!?? On a positive note it´s very comforting to know he´s just a yelp away if I´m on my own and need someone!
We´re at 27 weeks as of yesterday... boy how time flies... I think I officially have a belly now... and for the first time ever actually fit into my favorite pair of trousers which I bought years back at Sefton in Islington... they were huge but I loved them so much I bought them anyway and they were only 30quid whereas the original price was like 250!!! Who knew that I would one day find a proper use for them!
24.10.07
slippery when wet!
well there are a few moments in life when you feel truly humble... unfortunately they are few and far between. This morning however did provide me with one of such moments... I was in the shower all soaped up and when I peeked out from behind the shower curtain to see where miss Lilli had gotten to... I could spy her sitting on a pillow in the dressing room chomping away on one of my hard pastels that I use for painting. I don't know how she got it... but I can't blame her really as it looked suspiciously like one of her doggie treats. I lept out of the shower with conditioner in one hand and a body full of soap. I extracted the masticated pastel and placed what remained out of reach. As I stepped back into the bathroom I slipped and crashed to the floor landing with all my weight on my left elbow. I scared the living daylights out of myself... envisioning early labor... a broken elbow... Alfredo bounded in to find me sprawled across the bathroom floor. And that's when you have it... I've never felt so humble or as vulnerable as I did at that exact moment. It was so embarrassing. There is just nothing flattering about being gathered up from that splattered position. By this time of course the poor dog was barking like mad as she was terrified at seeing what had just happened. I was of course blubbering with tears which did nothing to enhance the already unforgiving scene... I gave myself a really good fright! Poor Fredu was equally terrified... well I guess it's one way to get the adrenalin going first thing in the morning. Luckily I have no appeared to have broken anything... I'm just bruised and sore both physically and egotistically.
well there are a few moments in life when you feel truly humble... unfortunately they are few and far between. This morning however did provide me with one of such moments... I was in the shower all soaped up and when I peeked out from behind the shower curtain to see where miss Lilli had gotten to... I could spy her sitting on a pillow in the dressing room chomping away on one of my hard pastels that I use for painting. I don't know how she got it... but I can't blame her really as it looked suspiciously like one of her doggie treats. I lept out of the shower with conditioner in one hand and a body full of soap. I extracted the masticated pastel and placed what remained out of reach. As I stepped back into the bathroom I slipped and crashed to the floor landing with all my weight on my left elbow. I scared the living daylights out of myself... envisioning early labor... a broken elbow... Alfredo bounded in to find me sprawled across the bathroom floor. And that's when you have it... I've never felt so humble or as vulnerable as I did at that exact moment. It was so embarrassing. There is just nothing flattering about being gathered up from that splattered position. By this time of course the poor dog was barking like mad as she was terrified at seeing what had just happened. I was of course blubbering with tears which did nothing to enhance the already unforgiving scene... I gave myself a really good fright! Poor Fredu was equally terrified... well I guess it's one way to get the adrenalin going first thing in the morning. Luckily I have no appeared to have broken anything... I'm just bruised and sore both physically and egotistically.
23.10.07
I'm not quite sure
If I've actually managed to constructively write about this before... but this has been a really strange time for me... these last few months that is. It's kind of hard to articulate without sounding like some sort of crazed hormal woman... but it could very must be just that. The skinny is that I can't help but feel like I'm a bit underwhelmed regarding being pregnant. I really feel like I'm missing a beat. I mean it's lovely and wonderful and I know I'm very very lucky to have this chance that so many people are not able to have but I feel somehow I'm not doing it justice... Maybe because I've not got the same group of close female friends I had back in London or Ottawa or anywhere else I've lived during my adult life to encourage me and get excited with... I'm not having baby showers and waxing lyrical about how wonderful it will be... To be honest I think it's going to be really really hard and I'm very realistic about that. Perhaps it's this realism that keeps my excitement level to a dull fuzz if that. It's almost like this whole thing is happening to someone else and I'm just observing the process from the other side of a transparent screen... so I'm actually there but somewhat removed. I joked about being in denial for many months but now it just seems silly, surely this should have all passed by now and I should now be on to being constructive and buying baby things and not stomping my feet at my ever dwindling clothing selection... but yet still refusing to buy maternity clothes... I think it's entirely possible that I am being the bigger baby. Or it could just be the hormones...
here's to hoping this will all get sorted out before the end of January when ze bubby arrives... until then, back to the mad world of porn and the ever interesting adventure of the Polish builders that are arriving tonight from Denmark to kit out our new upstairs office space. Never a dull moment!
If I've actually managed to constructively write about this before... but this has been a really strange time for me... these last few months that is. It's kind of hard to articulate without sounding like some sort of crazed hormal woman... but it could very must be just that. The skinny is that I can't help but feel like I'm a bit underwhelmed regarding being pregnant. I really feel like I'm missing a beat. I mean it's lovely and wonderful and I know I'm very very lucky to have this chance that so many people are not able to have but I feel somehow I'm not doing it justice... Maybe because I've not got the same group of close female friends I had back in London or Ottawa or anywhere else I've lived during my adult life to encourage me and get excited with... I'm not having baby showers and waxing lyrical about how wonderful it will be... To be honest I think it's going to be really really hard and I'm very realistic about that. Perhaps it's this realism that keeps my excitement level to a dull fuzz if that. It's almost like this whole thing is happening to someone else and I'm just observing the process from the other side of a transparent screen... so I'm actually there but somewhat removed. I joked about being in denial for many months but now it just seems silly, surely this should have all passed by now and I should now be on to being constructive and buying baby things and not stomping my feet at my ever dwindling clothing selection... but yet still refusing to buy maternity clothes... I think it's entirely possible that I am being the bigger baby. Or it could just be the hormones...
here's to hoping this will all get sorted out before the end of January when ze bubby arrives... until then, back to the mad world of porn and the ever interesting adventure of the Polish builders that are arriving tonight from Denmark to kit out our new upstairs office space. Never a dull moment!
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