Sunday, December 04, 2005
a day in the life of...
ten more days to go before kid A supposedly makes his grand entrance to the world (and i say supposedly because he might very much like his warm little watery coccoon and decide to outstay his welcome).
must must must keep self busy.
so first, there's that little home project that's almost complete...
see, no more prison-like steel bars, hurrah! a little extra space for us to roll around in.
next up in our itinerary for the day: refilling our tanks. barbequed leg of lamb, anyone?
i'm pret-ty sure the scale will show a 12-kg-gain mark by next week.
so, work off that food, we must.
a little rattle and hum should do the trick.
of course, me being the heavily-pregnant woman that i am, chose to sit away from the amps and near the waterfront, where i could bop my head and tap my feet and sway my body from afar in relative comfort. am i a good girl or am i a good girl?
kid A took in all the vibrations in good stead. sorry lil one, but for now, mommy gets to impose her musical tastes on you. you can take a liking to all the punk, rap and whatever crap you like when you hit teenagehood.
the night was still young, it's a saturday, and hey, no point wasting it rotting away at home, right? right!
now, where can we go that's still open til midnight?
why, borders, of course. duh.
25% off on the third book, you know. of course, these were gifts for someone else. but please note that (warning: *unsubtle hint ahead*) kid A tells me, in our special ESP way, that he'd like book gifts too when he's born. hee.
now, who said a heavily-pregnant woman in her ninth month should stay home and wait for those dastardly contractions to come a-knockin'?
a watched kettle never boils, honey.
# posted by izadnhana at 2:39 AM
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must must must keep self busy.
so first, there's that little home project that's almost complete...
see, no more prison-like steel bars, hurrah! a little extra space for us to roll around in.
next up in our itinerary for the day: refilling our tanks. barbequed leg of lamb, anyone?
i'm pret-ty sure the scale will show a 12-kg-gain mark by next week.
so, work off that food, we must.
a little rattle and hum should do the trick.
of course, me being the heavily-pregnant woman that i am, chose to sit away from the amps and near the waterfront, where i could bop my head and tap my feet and sway my body from afar in relative comfort. am i a good girl or am i a good girl?
kid A took in all the vibrations in good stead. sorry lil one, but for now, mommy gets to impose her musical tastes on you. you can take a liking to all the punk, rap and whatever crap you like when you hit teenagehood.
the night was still young, it's a saturday, and hey, no point wasting it rotting away at home, right? right!
now, where can we go that's still open til midnight?
why, borders, of course. duh.
25% off on the third book, you know. of course, these were gifts for someone else. but please note that (warning: *unsubtle hint ahead*) kid A tells me, in our special ESP way, that he'd like book gifts too when he's born. hee.
now, who said a heavily-pregnant woman in her ninth month should stay home and wait for those dastardly contractions to come a-knockin'?
a watched kettle never boils, honey.
# posted by izadnhana at 2:39 AM
