Midwife visit resulted in the all clear. Drinking water like a fish has made the kidneys get their act together - must keep it up. Told middy about the research trial and she is off to Find Out More. She doesn't want any risk to child (all good) or to me (still all good) so will ring and interrogate the nurses involved.
C is home with swollen ankles and oozing sores on said ankles. Hope it is not catching - I don't want it!, and as a pregnant woman, wonder if it affects internal babies.
Went to bed at 8 last night, and slept till 6.30 (struggled to wake up then actually). Good thing this is the last week of full time work.
Dreamt last night about going for a walk and finding a guide dog, with harness still on, wandering the streets. Took it back to the house where I was staying, and then when through a very difficult process of finding a phone number to ring. Eventually in the dream I realised there must be a blind person out there somewhere, abandoned by their dog. It was a very new dog, with a new harness... I think this was brought on by reading Pam's thesis on the train last night which is about barriers to employment for blind and partially sighted people. In there one of the study participants talks about not being taken seriously at work because of the dog - I have met people that get kindof clucky and emotional about guide dogs, so I can see what they were driving at. Amazing how readable social science thesis are, not like mine.
Just signed up as a guinea pig on a probiotic study, or more truly, signed innocent baby up as a guinea pig on a probiotic study. Some work has already been done and it will be good if the sprog manages to miss the family asthma and hayfever inheritance...
The great and wonderous document is leaving pretty much tomorrow morning. The CEO will give it a quick read, and then it is off to the printers. Apparently I am not expected to do much anymore to the document, all the quality Ctrol stuff got given to another person, and no-one told me! I'm supposed to be the project leader, but that has been a lot of a joke for the last couple of weeks.
Filled in the form for paid parental leave today - with the joys associated with The Document fresh in my mind, it sure felt good. The sprat has been dancing in celebration - my poor tummy.
Hubby working nights this week, so don't get any thesis done due to exhaustion.
(The document has been creating and applying its own styles, hence the problems we have been having.)
Yesterday I spent all day in a small office working on a document. The document is due out on Wednesday, but we haven't a shit show of meeting the deadline, as everyone is seeking the perfect document. Some people cannot let go, especially when they know they have the chance to keep going. And going.
The document itself is corrupting more quickly due to excessive saving, too many people working in it, and track changes being used. And that doesn't Ccern anyone except me.
This afternoon I am going to a meeting, and after that I will have another fairly large document to write.
Maternity leave looks like a doddle compared to this - just one kid, who needs me all the time, but has such simple wants. But all the time.
Having truncated summer into a week, we seem to have skipped autumn and headed straight into winter. Bugger.
Major report is Ctinuing to come together quickly, amazing how things work out. Glitches today - science report came in and science advisor is sick. Also C is sick so I am doing a half day. Bugger.
Baby beginning to attack internal organs with pneumatic device. Very bugger.
But overall I feel quite happy - disaster was averted and all will come right, I can tell. I am doing a wool tapestry thingy - its a weta. I started with the tubular brown body - it looks remarkably like a dog turd. R thinks its very funny I am spending my time making a dog turd when the dog can do it so much quicker!
Been feeling totally overwhelmed at work by a project. Had a two hour meeting today on said project and it seems that impending disaster has morphed over the course of the day into imminent sucess. Totally amazing. Feel much lighter.
Epiphytic moment on the train Tuesday - I have only 1 more monthly train ticket to buy, then I am on maternity leave.
Depressing (sortof) comment from friend - "You're abosolutely huge, I can't believe you have two months to go". I'm gonna need a wheelbarrow to get round by the end of this.
And finally a poem, inspired by Fionnaigh
Even such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
Who, in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days;
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust!
It was found in Walter Raleigh's bible, and I only found out tonight it had those last two lines - I think I liked it better without them. Bugger.
R has a collection. Actually I think he has several. One collection couldn't take up an entire garage could it? And I do mean entire, sometimes there is only a path through the piles, sometimes the path gets lost. I don't like it. I like clean and clear, and not having to spend hours trying to find stuff. I can't keep all the things I own in the house - some have to live in the garage. And I can't get them, I have to ask him to get them. I don't think I have many things in the garage anymore, because he wanted to get more room out there, and I wanted to be able to access my own stuff. He also has a book collection in the house of books he has never read and will never read, he just wants a complete set of official histories of the wars. They are virtually unreadable.
I tired collecting for a while, but I just don't enjoy having a lot of stuff that I just have for the sake of having. Like books I don't read. I do have a Rupert Bear annual collection, which I read when I am sick, and which C likes to have read to him - I don't mind my books being used. I do like them put away afterwards though, some of them are quite expensive because of their rarity and age. Use is okay, but getting torn because they have been left on the couch and jumped on is Not Okay. I have a 'to do' pile in the craft cupboard (see R has a garage, I have a cupboard!). I chucked a whole lot of stuff out of the pile last year, I wasn't enjoying working on the projects, and this is supposed to be my leisure, so I turfed them, and I feel better. My leisure doesn't feel like work if I am enjoying it.
Having one person in the house that likes collecting stuff, and one who likes to keep stuff to a minimum is a recipie for tension. Its pretty much a no-go area.
You're normal! So now I don't have to go back to the specialist and talk about cesearians again, and I can proceed to having a baby just like a normal woman would! (This is because C had to be c-sectioned due to him stressing out, heart rate dropping etc.) Its not often I'm called normal, I could get to like it.
Work like the loony bin at the moment with far too much going on, and yet nothing getting done. Bloody hell, if this keeps on I am going to stop being normal.
I thought I would like to see the pretty frocks at the Oscars, but the photos must all be owned by the likes of the Woman's Weekly, and I am failing to get a good look at any of the frocks. Frocks - its a great word. I need more frocks in my life.
Dunno if too much of sitting round is a good thing - it doesn't seem to make me feel any healthier, makes R grumpy, and means I haven't done anything. But I think I am getting big enough now that sitting round is virtually programmed in. So I have to Make Me get going.