February 10, 2011

Dear Everyone*,

The fact I am pregnant does not mean the first thing you should comment on when seeing me is my size. It’s rude.

No I’m not ‘really big’. You obviously have no bloody idea what size a pregnant person is, and the midwife says it’s normal, so there.

Saying “Oh you look well” in a shocked tone of voice does not make me feel good. What did you expect? I’m pregnant not ill.

Saying “Oh you look nice” in a shocked tone of voice is also bloody annoying. It’s a black tie do, what did you think I would wear? Tracksuit bottoms?

I actually don’t mind people touching the bump if 1) you ask first 2) I have met you before.

Dear shop assistants / strangers / old people please see my first point. I don’t need you to comment on my size.

Yes I really do have three months left. Yes I’m sure.

No it’s not bloody twins in there.

Yes we do know the sex, it’s a girl. No I don’t consider that getting a set, I’m not collecting them FFS.

No I’m not “relived” that this one is a girl so I don’t have to have any more. I want children, probably three and no one is forcing me to have them until I get one of each.

Sneezing / laughing / coming down stairs quickly will not make the baby come out. I wish it was that easy.

How am I feeling? I have constant indigestion, and I’m tired, moody & pregnant actually. Might be better if you don’t ask that one.

I am able to still have a conversation that is in no way baby / pregnancy related. In fact I may kiss you if you talk to me about something else.

Please note, always asking about Piran as a change of subject can be just as annoying. I love talking about my kids as much as the next person, but I’m still an interesting human being, not just a mum. Okay?

*If you are reading this it probably isn’t you I’m talking to. You are all lovely.

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July 18, 2006

Before I start let me just say that yes, I do realise that I have a lot to be grateful for and that I have a lovely new home and it is exactly 6 months today that Paul and I first went out for a drink at lunchtime.


Imagine a cauldron full of boiling oil. It is bubbling furiously away and at anytime it might just get that bit too hot and explode.

That is me today. I am hot. There is no pigging air conditioning, it is over 30 degrees outside and I am stuck in this office working my fingers to the bone for people who couldn’t give a stuff anyway. The fans just move the hot air around so you feel like you are drowning in something akin to treacle. I am stalking the halls, pulling my hair out, trying to get people to do things that they should have done and on occasion wailing like a banshee. I had butterflies in my stomach on the way to work this morning and I had no idea why. I now have a pounding headache and I feel so tightly coiled that I may just ‘twang’ at any moment.

Oh yes people, it is attack of the killer hormones.

Things I would like to complain about just to get them out of my head : the fact that I have no access to my email, the fact that I do not have the time to blog, the fact that I missed the cut of for blogging for books and all I had put together was three sentences to spark me off when I got a chance to write it – Between a rock and a hard place, Between my past and my future, Between something nice and something nicer. – I will keep them and I will try and write it if I ever get the chance anyway, the fact that my two favourite perfumes are not sold in this stupid country anymore, the fact it is so hot, the fact that I live in the UK and expect it to be colder than this, the fact that the news people keep telling us it is hot, the fact that there were no suitable dining tables and chairs at the place we went to yesterday, the fact that my Dad has not called me in weeks, the fact I can’t drive my car because of the squeaky brakes, the fact that I have to go shopping after work as we have no food, the fact that I have a recurring health problem that I have to go to the docs about and that I am scared about what will happen next, the fact that it is affecting my life a lot now, the fact that I have a cracking headache, the fact that I get some unbelievably annoyed whenever anyone speaks today, the fat that when I am like this I cannot bear for Paul to speak to me because he is so nice and reasonable and it makes me want to scream and shout and throw spoons at him or something.

I thought that doing that would help but it hasn’t really.

When I am like this the only answer is usually to go and hide under the duvet but it is too hot for that too.

Blogging might be a bit on and off until we get the computer sorted at home but some up and coming posts may include…

…moving stories.
…Red Hot Chili Pepper story (it’s a good one)
…Pictures of house!
…Up and coming birthdays (mine, mine, mine)(oh and Paul’s!)

Hope you are all much better than me :o)


  • Reply kate July 18, 2006 at 2:29 pm

    take a deep breath! lol. all will be well.

    and happy upcoming birthday(s)!

  • Reply Anne July 18, 2006 at 3:11 pm

    Oh I hate sucky days..and the heat makes EVERYTHING worse. I hate to sweat. Ugh.

  • Reply Léonie July 18, 2006 at 5:38 pm

    Oh I feel your pain, I really, really do. FUCKING England and our inability to cope with any kind of heat. It’s so horrible.

    I really hope you feel a bit better soon.

    Keep thinking about your B4B entry, and when you write it I’ll send you a book in the post.


  • Reply Tim-tambolini July 19, 2006 at 1:57 am

    Sounds like your B4B was taking the same shape as mine was at first.

    And, you and I must be on the same cycle AND have the same weather. ARGHHHHH!!!!!

    Poor Paul…he has to suffer the wrath just like Eric does. Why do they have to be so nice and understanding??? Curse them!!!!

  • Reply running42k July 19, 2006 at 12:38 pm

    Hang in there. At least it is hump day and the weekend is closer then it was yesterday.

  • Reply Retro Girl July 19, 2006 at 9:53 pm

    When it’s blistering hot and your head is pounding like a freight train is running through it…it’s hard not to be cranky..! You poor dear….

    Hope you find relief soon!

    Congrats on the new place. Looking forward to pictures 🙂

  • Reply Cecilia July 20, 2006 at 3:09 am

    May I please add onto your rant (and replace ‘stinking hot’ with ‘bitterly cold’ and ‘squeeking brakes’ with ‘strange shrieking noise’)?
    “The fact that the cure for tonsilitis is antibiotics, and those said antibiotics cause thrush, which is much more embarrassing and irritating than the original illness, with a much more unpleasant method of administering medication”.

    Sometimes life can just get you down!

  • Reply Adz July 21, 2006 at 8:55 am

    I heard on the London News the other day, a tip for cooling down.

    Sit at your desk, or at home, with your feet in a bucket of cold or iced water…..

    It really works! 🙂

  • Reply Kuntry Konfession July 26, 2006 at 2:25 pm

    oie hot and bothered one….try using peppermint liquid soap when u shower. cools u down termendously! n as far as ur many complaints bout the heat, just remember, it makes cold beer tastes oh-soooo-gooood! also, try putting a wet rag in the top fridge for 10-15 minuits, take it out and lay it on the back of ur neck-heat spot that totally will cool u down OR the back of your knees. yep, it cools the whole being down and makes life more pleasant….urmmm…yes, i used to live in the desert……

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