27 Week Gynae Appointment

WARNING: I talk about peeing in cups here. If that is TMI for you, stop reading.



I had my 27 week gynae appointment on the 10th of October. I made my appointment in the late afternoon so that Rudi could finally join me for an appointment, sans interference from his boss. I was so happy to have him there.



After my last failed attempt to pee in the ‘cup’ at the gynae I was stressed ALL day about offering them a sample at my late afternoon appointment. The ‘cups’ are really no bigger than a pill container so if you don’t have enough pee to move it around and catch some, you might just not get any in there at all. I had a strategy. Last pee at 14:00 and then start drinking like a mad woman to fill my bladder before we go. I got a 650 ml Super Fruit smoothie from Kuaui and had a glass of water after getting back to the office. If you know me, you know I am very bad at drinking anything. I don’t like to drink. I’m not a water drinker. Even at gym I seldom drink water. For me to consume almost a litre of liquid in 2 hours, you know I’m determined. By 16:00 I still didn’t feel like I needed to go to the loo urgently and I was still a bit worried.  We toddled off to the hospital and arrived to a waiting room FULL of patients. Usually everyone sitting there when I arrive still needs to be seen. I relaxed a little as I realized I could give all the liquids a little longer to filter though before having to attempt to submit my sample. I grabbed an extra container from the basket and snuck it into my handbag. I’ll be damned if I will be stressed all day again next time. I’ll just pee in the receptacle at my leisure and stow it in a ziplock bag in my handbag till my appointment.  Eventually I felt like the urge was strong enough for me to attempt it. Embarrassingly I had even Googled pictures to see where the best place would be to hold the cup. I didn’t know as much as I thought about my anatomy, in spite of watching the Oprah episodes with the diagrams of female genitalia. I waddled off to the loo…and I aced it. I could of filled 2 cups! In fact, I needed to go to the loo again before we got a chance to see the gynae at all.



There were a few couples in the waiting room. In particular a couple expecting their first baby and a woman who had come on her own who isn’t pregnant. This lady was talking the hind leg off a donkey! She was dishing out a lot of birth/parenting advice to the expecting couple (none of which I particularly disagreed with) and by the time it was their turn to see the gynae their eyes were as wide as saucers. I think she might have scared the cheezits out of them. Eventually we were left alone with her…at which point she divulged the story of her daughter. Her poor family has been through so much. Her daughter was born 2 months prematurely and at the age of 4 months suffered a severe heart attack. Only then did they realize that she had been born with no chambers in her heart. Her stories about ICU and living in the hospital unfolded and eventually I was sitting there in tears. She wasn’t deliberately trying to upset me, but her story was so heart wrenching that I couldn’t help but feel for her. In the end the story has a happy ending, her daughter is now 2 and half and they constructed chambers for her heart from bovine heart muscle. Apparently she will need a valve replacement at a later stage in life, but otherwise she will have a normal life and even be allowed to partake in sports. We had almost been there for 2 hours when we finally got called into the office…



They gynae called us in saying ‘Come on in, before you two need to order breakfast’. He was in a very jovial mood considering he was running two hours behind and had obviously had quite a day. He asked how I was doing and I reported that everything was going well and that things had improved since I last saw him. Then, as is my custom, I asked him about his recent success rate with epidurals. I then had to wait for him to stop laughing. He knows every time he sees me the subject will be raised. Apparently he is still running on a 100% success rate and he feels good about his chances to administer a successful epidural for me. He then told me about another patient who is the other extreme and insists on having no epidural, even if she asks for one in a ‘moment of weakness’.  He had a look at PrincessIce and we’re happy to report that she is doing well. She is still average size and at the time of my scan weighed about 1 kg. That’s two blocks of butter! She is very active and he still thinks she’ll only make her appearance in 2013, even if it’s the very first day. He said we should be ready for her anywhere from the 1st of January. As long as she comes after the 27th (when my gynae gets back from leave) I’ll be happy. I really don’t want to give birth with his scalpel-happy partner. He doesn’t foresee any problems with me being able to give natural birth again and said that it is much less likely to tear with a second baby. That’s good news, although, she might just have a big head.



I must say that I am really enjoying this pregnancy a lot more than I did with Babyice. I am a lot more relaxed, not only about the outcome of the pregnancy, but the birth as well. Not being fraught with anxiety certainly has its perks. Sometimes I just stop in the middle of whatever I am doing, look down at my bump and have a surge of humility and gratitude. I can then be seen with a stupid smile plastered across my face. I am more inclined to talk to PrincessIce and am definitely forming much more of a bond with her while in the womb than I ever dared to with Babyice. I am a little sad that I wasn’t able to have the same kind of experience with Babyice, but I understand that it was completely natural for me to feel the way I did when I was pregnant with him. That pregnancy came about just six months after we lost Jamie and all that fear and grief was still very raw. I can tell Rudi is bonding a lot more too. He actually picked up a pregnancy/birth/baby book in the gynae’s office and read some of it! This is very unusual behaviour for him. He also often wants to feel her kick and seems a lot less distant than he was with the previous pregnancy. I never felt that the loss of Jamie affected him deeply like it did me, but it is very apparent to me now that he felt it just as much as I did and that he was also fearful of the future with Babyice.




I am now 28 weeks already. I gave birth to Babyice at 38 weeks and 5 days. In no time at all our baby will be here. I find myself extremely broody when seeing other little babies. It’s very odd. On the one hand I am impatient to be with her and on the other I want to savour this last pregnancy.

Weekend Away

I’ve been bottling up this blog post (and 3 others) for over a week now. Work has been SHIT crazy busy and I barely have a chance to eat lunch, much less write a lovely blog post about my *cough* exciting adventures *cough*.



If you’ll remember we had a trip booked to Avalon Springs in Montague with the in laws. Even though I was afraid I would suffer from altitude sickness like I did the last time I was there, I tried to envision myself in the hot springs/jacuzzi relaxing my tail off and had a positive attitude towards the getaway. I was very excited about going away and was also determined to book myself a preggy massage for the ultimate relaxation experience.



On the Friday I packed our bags. That is always a stressful experience for me. I am always afraid I will forget something important. I usually pack way too many clothes and we end up with loads of baggage. I managed to fit everything into one suitcase and a nappy bag though, so I think I did pretty well. We departed from the in law’s house and somehow the trip seemed shorter than last year, despite the roadworks we encountered along the way. When we got there I was dismayed to find our mountain chalet was up 3 flights of stairs, but I wasn’t going to let a little thing like extra exercise ruin my weekend. I quickly unpacked our suitcases into the cupboards provided and changed into my bathing suit. To be honest I wasn’t sure that my bathing suit actually still fit as I haven’t worn it since last summer and my stomach has grown exponentially since the last time I had it on. Thank God for lycra! It fit and we all headed down to the hot pool.  We spent some time wading around in the warm water and catching Babyice from the edge of the pool which he insisted on jumping from repeatedly. I ordered myself a mocktail and sipped it at leisure in the jacuzzi attached to the pool. Once we had all had our fill of swimming we went back to our chalet for a family braai.




Upon checking in I requested a pamphlet for the spa treatments on offer. The pregnancy massage was priced at R320! I’m quite selfish about spending money on myself and decided I would leave the massage. I must say in September I bought myself some new clothes and MAC make up. The guilt left by the indulgences still stuck with me. That night, however, I dreamt about getting a massage and when I woke up my shoulders were stiff. I determined that we don’t get away EVER and that I would be wasting an opportunity by not going for the massage and making the most of our weekend. Hell, I didn’t just want a massage, I needed one! So I booked myself one for Saturday morning. I was NOT sorry! It turned out to be a full body massage (including face and head), 55 minutes long! The lady doing my massage knew exactly how much pressure to apply and did a wonderful job. So much so that I ended up giving her a tip on top of the R320! I was a bit embarrassed. I had put on my bathing costume as I intended to go directly to the pool afterwards. I was told to strip down to my panties and of course I wasn’t wearing any! I really must remember to tell them before the time it is quite alright if they don’t massage my inner thighs.




The rest of the weekend was peaceful. My in laws from Durban and Rudi’s parents left on Sunday, taking Elijah’s 3 year old cousin and play mate with them. He had had a blast playing with her all weekend. He didn’t act up too much after they left, only asked for her a few times. On Sunday evening I got sucked into watching X Factor for hours on end. I don’t have satellite at home so I never get the opportunity to watch it and they had a marathon on. Rudi and my brother in law and his girlfriend had a braai outside while I watched aspiring stars have their dreams smashed to pieces/come true. I might of come across as anti-social, but I did mute during the advertisements to contribute to the conversation.



The best news is that I didn’t have a hint of altitude sickness the entire weekend! It really did ruin the entire experience for me last time. It was nice to feel well while we were there. I did feel a bit nauseous after my massage, but was warned about this as the massage releases toxins from your muscles into your bloodstream. The effects where short lived and I was able to enjoy my weekend to the full. It was with a heavy heart that I left the resort this time. I would of loved to be able to stay longer, but work and regular life beckoned.



I wasn’t too bothered about taking photos, but I did manage to get a few shots:






I still have 3 blog posts I want to get out. Hopefully work will settle and I’ll have time to write those soon.


Another week has flown by. I was on leave for most of last week after having worked the weekend, so I didn’t have much time for a blog post in between.


I have learnt that my children love to defy me, even from within the womb. I blogged that PrincessIce doesn’t kick me on my bladder like Babyice used to. Not two days after I posted that she started doing it. She is a strong kicker too, so it’s even worse this time! I have to find a way to turn this baby! Babyice used to make me a liar on my blog too. Specifically when I was blogging about the sleep training. If I would say he has slept through for a while, he would start waking up and visa versa.  I know it’s completely irrational since they obviously cannot read my blog, but this is something that consistently seems to happen. Perhaps it is a universe thing. Unlike ‘The Secret’ I’m getting back the opposite of what I put out there. That’s the best I can do about coming up with a theory :P




I really enjoyed and treasured my pregnancy this weekend. At week 25 I’ve finally hit the ‘honeymoon phase’  that is supposed to come with your second trimester. I am quite emotional and hormonal. I cry at the drop of a hat. I was a little sad on Saturday. I lay on our bed feeling PrincessIce kick and suddenly felt really sad that this will be my last pregnancy and that it will be over soon. I know I may have said at some point that I love being pregnant, but that is easy to say when you’re not actually pregnant. I hated the symptoms of the first trimester, even while in awe of the miracle growing inside me. When I reach this honeymoon phase though, it is a beautiful thing and this is the part that I love. I never really got to experience this much with Jamie. Even though your second trimester starts at around 13 weeks, I only hit my ‘happy place’ much, much later. They discovered the problems with Jamie at my 20 week scan and from there on out it was just a nightmare. With Babyice I definitely got to enjoy parts of my pregnancy (also around this point) and now with PrincessIce too. I definitely do not want more than two children though and unless we have a HUGE accident, this will be my last pregnancy. As the thought struck me, I started to cry. Eventually I realized I was being silly. I’m still pregnant. Suck it up and enjoy it. I even caught a glimpse of myself and my bump in the mirror and couldn’t help feeling beautiful and smiling. That never happens to me. So while I’m in this appreciative mood I can overlook all the other discomforts and just be grateful for this opportunity and blessing.




Over the weekend we made a turn at Baby Boom. Babyice has been struggling to fit into his car seat properly and weighs enough for us to convert his car seat into a booster seat. Neither Rudi nor I had any idea how to do this though, so it was best we go to the experts. Car seats are like freaking rocket science to me. I don’t get how to install them and hate taking them out of the car. I am super paranoid about car seats. I am very insistent on the safety of my child in the car and will not let the car move without him being belted in. So having a car seat that isn’t properly installed is a huge no no for me. This lady who I have known from shopping at Baby Boom since I was pregnant with Babyice came out to the car to help us and started unscrewing things and whipping belts out, etc. I am super glad we didn’t try to do it ourselves. Even watching someone with years of experience baffled me! Now that all the fiddly belts are out of the way and we can just strap Babyice in with the seat belt it is super easy though. The seat belt just threads through one hole and Babyice and the seat clip in. You really can’t mess it up. It will also make it MUCH easier to move the seat from one car to another when the need arises. i.e. when Leebeesa takes Babyice while I am having PrincessIce. I cannot believe Babyice is big enough for a booster seat! My baby is gone, forevermore :( I was going to buy another car seat for PrincessIce, but realized that someone with porridge brains shouldn’t make decisions when the Baby Boom assistant pointed out I just need a new booster seat for Babyice and that PrincessIce could use his current car seat. Duh. It would be much cheaper to add a booster than to purchase another car seat that converts into a booster. What was I thinking?!



I am quite looking forward to this weekend. We are going away with the in laws to Avalon Springs to stay in the luxurious mountain chalets. We went there last year as well, courtesy of the in laws’ time share. I felt ill most of the time while we were there though. I thought that I had altitude sickness and thought I would take meds along if we ever went again. Now I’m pregnant. Fail. Arkwife googled for me though and apparently pregnant women very rarely suffer from altitude sickness because the extra blood in their body provides more oxygen than normal. I was very happy to hear that. I plan to spend more time in the jacuzzi and hot springs than I did last time we were there. I also plan to make use of their spa facility to have a pregnancy massage. I even phoned ahead to make sure they offer it. Someone asked me last week who would be joining us and I suddenly realized that ALL my in laws would be there. Even Rudi’s brother from Durban and his wife and daughter will be there. The whole family including kids. I don’t have problems with my in laws and don’t dislike them at all. I suppose it is normal for me to feel like an outsider in that situation though, isn’t it? They would never intentionally make me feel that way, it is very likely something I do to myself. I’m not even the last one married into the family, so I really should just get over myself and have a good time :) We’ll be leaving on Friday and coming back home on Monday. Luckily this time I won’t have to hunt for swimming nappies for Babyice like I had to last time. It really is a very small town and none of the ‘major retailers’ had them!  I’m sure that Friday will arrive in record time and I will have loads to blog about when we get back :)


6 months down…

I’ve been suffering from bloggers block. I’ve been uninspired to blog because I’m not really sure what I want to say. I guess there are a lot of different things I want to talk about, to put out there, but I haven’t been able to organize my thoughts in order to write them down. So this might all come out in a mess and there might be more or less than expected.  So here goes…




I hit the 6 month mark in my pregnancy today. I can barely believe how fast the time has been going by. It still feels like 3 weeks ago that I was waiting for the 3 months mark and my second trimester to kick in. I still suffer from nausea now and then and still get sick in the morning sometimes, but it is much better than it was in the beginning. My tummy has grown enough for me to be obviously pregnant and to make me feel quite stretched in that area.  I have heartburn occasionally, but at the moment I manage to cope with it without Gaviscon sometimes. I only opt for the Gaviscon if I’m trying to sleep and it is keeping me awake and I’ve only had to do that twice. It’s still early days though and I’m sure the heartburn can still come back to bite me like it did with Babyice. As far as I remember the worst part of the heartburn is eating while you have heartburn, because it is always there, it becomes an eat or starve situation. Having it while you’re trying to sleep is also the pits. Perhaps PrincessIce will be gracious enough to spare her mommy that. We’ll have to wait and see ;) She is kicking a fair amount now and it really is my favourite part of being pregnant. She has skillfully avoided painfully kicking my bladder like Babyice used to and I am really grateful for that. I’m sure she’ll find an unpleasant place to kick me at some point though ;) I’ve already picked up 7 kg! I’m not sure how this compares to my weight gain with Babyice, but I know I only picked up 15 kg with him. I’ll have to ask my gynae to check at my next appointment.




I’ve been thinking about breastfeeding and what I am going to do this time around. With Babyice I was determined to breastfeed and I really did try my utmost best. It turned into such an emotionally destructive process for me (and possibly him) that the entire experience left me feeling traumatized. He was always hungry and unhappy. I tried to feed him sufficiently and failed. He lost too much weight or didn’t gain enough. I distinctly remember the day I decided to stop. I was gutted. I cried and cried (I know the hormones didn’t help). I felt like a complete failure, despite giving it my best effort. I just couldn’t take it anymore and switched him to formula. The difference was like night and day. He was *much* happier and when I finally got over myself and my feelings of inadequacy, I was too. I know breast is best. I know it is better for your baby. I would also love to not have to wash and sterilize bottles and bond with my baby in that way, I’m just not sure that it will happen. I do not want to go through all of that again and I’m not sure if I have the courage to try and fail. I had support last time too, a friend did her best to help me. She even took me into her home so that she could be there for me during the night if I needed her. She took me to a clinic sister who also tried to help. We tried pumping breast milk, we tried nipple shields…we tried everything. He just wouldn’t latch correctly, resulting in him just getting foremilk and not getting the nutritious hind milk which he required. He would drink for an hour or more and still not be satisfied. The clinic sister said the only reason he was falling asleep while drinking was because he was exhausted from trying so hard. I dread this. I really don’t know what to do. I doubt we can afford to employ the services of a lactation specialist when our baby arrives. The clinic sisters in my area were not of much help last time. I could just opt to formula feed. I know a lot of people do, but somehow I’m torn about it. If I do decide to do that I will, of course, give the initial feed of colustrum in hospital. I still have a couple of months to think about this, but I have been thinking about it for a few months already and still have not gotten very far.  I am now for the second time further along that I ever got with Jamie (by two weeks). This gives me hope, but I still take nothing for granted.



Leebeesa seems to think I’m as big now as I was at the end of my pregnancy with Babyice. I beg to differ:



24 week bump (PrincessIce)



39 week bump (Babyice)



Looking at the picture now, it looks like I’m carrying quite a bit lower than I was with Babyice. Perhaps PrincessIce is still ascending. Only time will tell I guess.




I never posted pictures of Babyice’s haircut! I actually think he looks better when we shave all his hair off, but we’ll save that for summer and when he is a little braver at the hairdresser. All neat again:






My Evil Mother popped up again recently, trying to establish contact. After ignoring her first ‘How are you all?’ message, she sent me another claiming she was moving to another province and then asking if I wasn’t even going to say goodbye. See that? Bait and guilt. I ignored that message too. She was meant to leave yesterday, but nobody has heard anything from her. Her story is, once again, fishy. She has claimed that she is going to move to this same city before because her husband has a job opportunity there. They never left. This time around she told my grandmother she is going alone. I am really not going to let her hook me in. I do not need her toxicity in my life. I need to remain calm and zen and grow my baby. That is my primary concern and I will do my best to circumvent people who work against that goal. Unfortunately I cannot avoid everybody that makes my blood boil, but I can control exposure to MEM.



Well, just 3 more months to go before PrincessIce arrives…I best not blink.

Butterfly World and Hair Hallelujah!

We decided to take Babyice to Butterfly World on Saturday. It really was a beautiful spring day. Their website advised to visit on a sunny day as the butterflies are more active then. We promised to take him before winter already and lately he has been mentioning it, so we decided it was a great idea to go.



I must say that I was disappointed by the butterflies. There were a lot of one sort of butterfly. Ones with transparent wings and I only spotted 3 other kinds. None of the butterflies were fluttering around. They were all just sitting around. Babyice didn’t seem interested in them at all and I think the lack of movement had something to do with that. He did enjoy pointing at the koi fish swimming in the pond though. Luckily Butterfly World has many attractions now so there were lots of other things to see. The highlights of the trip were probably the marmosets and the iguanas.  It was quite funny actually, we were at the iguana exhibit and neither Rudi nor I could locate one. We kept looking and suddenly Babyice said ‘Mommy look! A lizard!’ and these HUGE iguanas were right in front of our eyes the whole time. Very well camouflaged! One had also escaped the exhibit and was sitting on the pathway. Babyice was quite scared and so was I…it even moved as I walked past it and I squealed. The creepiest part was, of course, the insect section. Eek! On a side note, I don’t recommend the hamburgers at the restaurant. I only managed to force down half of mine before donating it to Rudi. Our photos from the day:





Then it was time for the dreaded haircut. I was more than nervous. His appointment was at 14:00, but we arrived at the salon at about 13:10. Before we left the morning we gave him the antihistamine recommended by the doctor. We went to the salon straight from Butterfly World as it is on our way home. I told Babyice that we were going to cut his hair and he still refused…’No. Not cut my hair.’ This didn’t help for *my* anxiety. I went in, asked if we could come in and sit there for a little while to help him feel more comfortable. The receptionist agreed. He didn’t want to go in at first. At some point I asked him to come and sit with me on a row of ottomans in the centre of the salon. He didn’t want to, but I picked him up (yes, picked up all 16 kg of him), took the 3 steps to the ottomans and sat down with him on my lap. He was nervous, but I spoke to him calmly, telling him nothing is happening and everything is okay. I then pointed out the ladies having their hair cut. He looked and said ‘Mommy, look! The aunty has papers in her hair!’ By papers he meant foils. So cute! The hairdresser allocated to do his hair came to say hi and asked if he would come sit by her. She got him a ‘big boy’ chair (a high chair). I put him down on the chair. He looked like he wanted to bolt, but she distracted him with a spray bottle with water. This was good. We hadn’t even gotten him into the chair at the last place. She showed him the kiddies cape and he let her put it on. The owner of the salon brought him some hair rollers to play with. He wasn’t much interested in them, but I offered him Angry Birds to distract him from the scissors and he was happy for it. He doesn’t seem to like the feel of the comb against his head and he gets especially nervous when the hair around his ears is cut. He dodged the hairdresser a few times around that area. There was no screaming, no kicking, no tantrum and no crying. I was so happy and relieved that I didn’t even mind being covered in hair. The owner of the salon said ‘I thought we had a performer here?!’ That is how well behaved he was. She said she used to have to sit on top of her son while someone cut his hair! Babyice looks SO much better now! I’m amped I managed to get his hair cut before the Huggies event this weekend. I am going to try and take him regularly to get him used to it. I’m not sure if I’m brave enough to try it without the antihistamine though.



Today, I spoilt myself. I have been in need of some new make up for a while and after buying a MAC concealer I’ve really been wanting to try their foundation and powder. I went to Edgars with a friend today and marched up to the MAC counter. I told the assistant there that I need a foundation/powder and eyeliner. She sat me down, took off my make up and proceeded to apply a primer. A primer?! I wasn’t even aware that you wear something UNDER foundation. I mean, really. What is my face? A wall?! Apparently the primer hides any pink/red pigmentation. She applied complete make up for me, save lipstick since I’m already wearing my Very Berry Revlon lipstick today. It’s the really dark one that draws so much attention. She also spritzed my face with some or other water that sets your make up, hydrates your skin and has a bit of a glimmer in it. Including that I have 4 layers of make up on my face! It does look nice though and a few hours later the foundation still looks good. Strangely enough I walked out of there with the 3 products I intended on buying when I walked in…it still set me back eight hundred rand O.O Yep. R800! I really want to get their mascara as well, but it is R200 and psychologically there is a huge difference between spending R800 and spending R1000. I also bought myself a pair of hoop earrings and a ring I liked (they were cheap):




MAC made my day :)



While my wallet is still crying…I’m smiling because I really do get excited by new make up! While I was paying one of the other MAC ladies complimented me on my lipstick. I can’t get over how many compliments I am getting about it. It just shows me that you really need to get out of your comfort zone sometimes. It pays off!



Bonding with Babyice

On Tuesday evening on our way home from picking up Babyice from the day mother he fell asleep in the car. That is very unusual for him. Of late it takes at least 5 litres of petrol to get him to sleep in the car (which is why we don’t drive him to sleep on weekends anymore). Perhaps not 5 litres, but it’s a lot of unnecessary driving. I thought it was odd, but didn’t think about it again. Later in the evening we were watching TV together and I touched him and noticed he was burning up! I took him temperature and it was already a whopping 39.1! We immediately gave him something for fever and I filled one of his bottles with ice water. He didn’t want to drink it so I used the bottle to rub on his back and body (over his clothing). About 30 minutes later his temperature was at a much more acceptable level. We put him in a lukewarm bath and didn’t give him any medication before bed. We dressed him lightly.  He still has a habit of coming to sleep with us at night and Rudi took his socks off at some point while he was in bed with us. I felt him at intervals during the night and he seemed fine. We woke up for work yesterday and I took his temperature again while he was sleeping. Back over 39. I woke him up and administered some medication. I was already finished getting ready for work, then decided I would rather stay home and take him to the doctor.




I contacted the day mother to let her know I wasn’t bringing him around and we took Rudi to work. When I got back home I contacted my supervisor to let her know I wouldn’t be in and then played with Babyice until 8 when I could call the doctor. I got an appointment for him at 10:15. We went to the doctor and he was able to see us immediately. It turns out Babyice hasn’t been to the GP for 4 months! He did go to the emergency room on the 11th of June, but that was almost 3 months ago as well! I must say, he has done SO well this winter. Before he was sick ALL the time. He had repeated chest infections and was on antibiotics at least once a month. I’m so happy that his immune system is getting stronger and that he is managing to fight off bugs by himself now. He has still gotten snotty and had a cough in between the doctor’s visits, but we have managed to get him healthy at home again. While we were at the doctor I explained the problem we have cutting his hair. I told the doctor he gets completely hysterical when we try to cut his hair and he recommended an antihistamine that might also help with anxiety. So we just might be able to get his hair cut. I’ve made an appointment for Saturday at a salon he hasn’t been to before. God help us. They have been warned. He was diagnosed with another throat infection (he seems to have traded the chest infections in favour of these).  I had to go to Spec Savers by the doctor’s office to sort out a payment issue. I’ve been trying to pay with my eBucks, but their machine isn’t working and the eBucks helpline hasn’t been able to resolve the problem since 17 August. I ended up spending quite some time there. The entire time we were at the doctor and at Spec Savers Babyice was so well behaved. He held my hand while we were walking and didn’t run away from me once. He tends to do that when we are all together.




I eventually managed to escape Spec Savers and we headed off to the mall to pick up his medication. The pharmacy at the mall is cheaper and doesn’t charge dispensing fees. Again he was very good, held my hand and stayed at my side. I felt like rewarding him and asked him if he would like to go for ice cream. He agreed that he would and we toddled off to Spur. I ordered some ice cream for him and an iced coffee for myself. When the ice cream came, he wanted to know nothing about it. He didn’t even want one bite. He wanted some of my milkshake though and I gave him some. I thought he might have some chips (he LOVES chips) so I ordered a small plate and he refused that too. He got more and more grumpy while we were there and I finally managed to finish what I had ordered and we left. As we were walking to the car he started whining that he didn’t want to go home, he wanted to go to the shop. By the time we reached the door leaving the mall it was a full blow tantrum. I picked him up and soon realized that was a terrible idea. I dragged him to the car and decided to drive him to sleep since he was most likely very tired anyway.




I managed to drive him to sleep and when we got home took all the bags up so I could take him up the stairs. Again, a terrible idea. I have no idea how I made it upstairs with 15 kg of dead weight sleeping on my shoulder. With great difficulty, I assure you. As soon as I set foot into the house he woke up and started crying. I put him down on his bed, took off his shoes and socks and lay down next to him. I also removed his pants, which he was very upset about. He demanded I put pants on for him and I traded his jeans for shorts. While I lay down next to him, he kept breathing in my face and I didn’t want to catch his infection, so I decided to move to my own room. I gave him a cool milk bottle, which he then demanded be warmed up. I saw his ploys to distract me and keep me busy and told him he can take it or leave it. I went to lie on my own bed and every time I heard him moan I told him to go sleep. I think I might of fallen asleep before him, but we both definitely managed a small nap. I woke up around 15:00 slightly panicked that we might have overslept because we still had to pick Rudi up from work. I had hardly woken up when he also woke up. He immediately started crying and didn’t want anything I offered him, also didn’t want to be held. Eventually I had a light bulb moment and offered him Angry Birds on my phone. He immediately stopped crying and was finally satisfied. He is completely addicted to Angry Birds. He gets very upset if you put the sound off. ‘Mommy put louder!’. My phone was in airplane mode for most of the day yesterday while he played Angry Birds saying ‘peeeww’.  While that is very cute and all, I did rather miss Twitter and Whatsapp :P




Last night it was time to give him his antibiotic, but he didn’t want to take it. No sooner had we put the second spoon into his mouth he vomited it all up. Thinking back on it I feel so bad for him. He just sat there with it pouring out of his mouth with this helpless look on his face. Poor nunu. His fever hasn’t come back. The doctor gave us Lotem for pain and fever. We haven’t used it before, but I remember some moms swearing by it on Twitter or Facebook so didn’t think of substituting it with something we already have at home. Doctor’s orders and all that. He was fine this morning, with no fever at all when he woke up, which is already a good sign.




It was nice spending some time with him. Not restful being off from work though. I’m glad we didn’t drag out taking him to the doctor and try to break his fever repeatedly at home. Having nipped it in the bud and made sure nobody’s suffering was prolonged was definitely the right way to go. It helped a lot that Babyice was gracious enough not to get sick on a Friday :)

Cosmopolitan Cover Girl Masterclass

So my friend won tickets to attend the Cosmopolitan Cover Girl Masterclass which took place on Saturday. She won two tickets and chose me to go with her! We’ve known about it for a month and I was really excited. Eventually the day dawned.



We arrived at the swanky 15 on Orange hotel in Cape Town. We were each given a lanyard with a Cosmopolitan tag showing our itinerary for the day:







We then moved on to a waiting area where we were served a light breakfast buffet style. Everything was really nice:






Once everyone had arrived we were taken into the presentation room:






The lady you see rushing past on the left is the fashion editor of Cosmopolitan magazine. I didn’t know it when I took the picture, otherwise I might have waited for her to stand still :P. She talked to us a bit about fashion, how she got her job and how we should let go of all our preconceived ideas of what is okay to wear and what is not. This season has a lot of fashion that would not normally be deemed “acceptable”. There’s a lot of mixing of prints such as different animal prints together and floral with stripes in one outfit. A lot of the pictures that she showed us still made me go ‘Ewwww.’ I would never want to wear anything like that! She spoke about how nobody gives us a fashion handbook, but somehow we are all experts on what is fashionable or proper to wear. Consider not only what you wear yourself, but what you think when you see someone else wearing something. Bold colours are also really ‘in’ this season. I seriously need new clothes. An entire new wardrobe! Who has money for that though? She also spoke to us about accessories and how you can update old/plain/boring clothes by wearing a statement accessory at a fraction of the cost of replacing the entire outfit. I really enjoyed listening to her. She is easy going, easy to speak to and very down to earth. Not at all like Meryl Streep in ‘The Devil Wears Prada’!




After the presentation we were whisked off for make up/hair and nails:



Being Beautified



Make up



The make up was sponsored by Revlon and the hair stylists by Toni & Guy. This is what my friend and I looked like when we were done with hair and make up:



Hair and make up done






We also each got a manicure:






Not long after that we were whisked off to another waiting area before we went into styling. In they styling room the fashion editor picked out clothes for us to try on. I liked every girl that walked out there, they all looked great. For some reason I did not even look at myself in the mirror before going into the next room where the shoot was to take place. I was greeted by no other than Jeannie D from Top Billing television fame! I had a bit of warning that she was going to be there (she tweeted) so I wasn’t completely shocked…but slightly star struck none the less. I’m not sure if any other celebrity would of done that to me…she is pretty cool though! She is very friendly and just as beautiful in real life as she looks on TV. I was surprised by how tiny she was. She already looks skinny on TV, but she is even smaller in person! She told me where to stand and how she wanted me look while the photographer was snapping away. He took enough photos to blind me with the flash. They went through the photos on the camera and agreed they had one that they liked. The final product:



My Cosmo Cover



Each girl got a copy of the magazine with herself on the cover. My friend was up next. I absolutely loved the outfit they styled her in. I would actually go out and buy that for myself. It was very flattering and suited her colouring well. I think her cover came out beautifully!




Friend’s Cover



After our shoots we got to go for lunch while other girls were completing their shoots. Lunch was lovely. I really enjoyed the food, the salad most of all. Weird, right? In my defense it had bacon in it. It was another buffet and for some reason I was rather attracted to everything green. After lunch we were taken to another waiting area where we all got some cosmos with Candyfloss Cruz vodka. I opted for the virgin version, of course:



Delicious lunch


Can you tell which one is the virgin? ;)




We sat sipping cosmos until the time came for them to hand out the magazines, lucky draw prizes and goodie bags. I didn’t win any prizes, but I really felt like I did when I got my goodie bag! I was also glad to have a friend there, we just happened to want to swap some of the items in our goodie bags with each other :)



Goodie bag contents



We got a fragrance, mascara, two lip colours, a nail polish and make up brushes! One of the lip colours I never would have tried or purchased on my own. I would have looked at it and said it was too dark, but I tried it and it looks amazing! I wore it to work yesterday and by the time I wrote this post 5 people (all men!) had commented on it! It’s a very bold colour called ‘Baby Berry’.  I swapped out my lip butter for the ‘Berry Smoothie’ colour with my friend. Can I just say that this lip butter is AMAZING?! It feels so great on your lips! It’s like lip balm with colour in it. I would most definitely buy it for myself. I also swapped out my nail colour. I got a matte nude shade and swapped it for a shimmery coral. I saw someone else had a coral colour painted on at the manicure station and loved it. This is a slightly different shade though and hers didn’t have a shimmer. I wasn’t crazy about the way they painted my nails, so I had an excuse to take it all off and use my new colour:



Coral nail colour



That concluded our fun day of pampering! It was all very nice and I just love the goodie bag! I actually think I’ll go find myself a few other shades of lip butter. Although I don’t have the money now (or anywhere in the foreseeable future) to drastically update my wardrobe…I can definitely play with bolder make up and accessories. I’m inspired.

Bossholes Bad for Blood Pressure

So a lot has happened in the past week.




Last week Monday I had a gynae appointment. Rudi’s boss AGAIN refused to let him go with me to the gynae. I was livid. My friend at work also couldn’t take me so Rudi had to come and fetch me at work (without his boss knowing, he was driving through the area) so that I could pick up our car to go by myself. At first I felt weird about going by myself, but in the end it was really fine. Of course, once I got there I was required to pee in a cup. Well, it’s not really a cup. More like a sample ‘cup’, so it’s a lot smaller. I failed the test. I mean…I completely missed the cup. There was very little that managed to get in there, a few drops at most. Thankfully the sample was concentrated enough for them to test. I wish I had known that before I demanded water and started chugging it. I don’t think I will ever get the aiming thing down. I will just have to go with a really full bladder and hope that enough lands in there. PrincessIce has grown so much since the last time I saw her. Her measurements were much better this time around and she is now no longer small, but firmly average :D He said everything looks so good in there that we could skip the 22 week fetal assessment and save ourselves R750.00. He saw nothing that concerned him and felt comfortable to go ahead with regular visits. I asked the gynae whether I should be concerned about this birth progressing faster than the previous one, leaving no time for an epidural. He said I need not worry. He then smirked and said he knew I would ask him how he was doing with the epidurals and that his record remained impeccable. My gynae knows me well. I also asked him about birth control solutions after PrincessIce is born. He thought I implied I wanted my tubes tied, as he said that it was a rather rash decision at my young age (Ha! Young!). I told him I was considering having a Mirena put in and he agreed that it would be a viable option. To have this done I would need to go for my ’6 week’ check up 7 or 8 weeks after birth for them to be able to put in the device. Apparently with C sections they sometimes just put the device in while they are in there, but not when you give birth naturally. I know there could be some side effects from the Mirena, but this is the case with all birth control and I am sure it will be fine. I really hope that Rudi can go with me for the next appointment. I made it at 4 in the afternoon so that we may circumvent his bosshole.




You see, Rudi’s boss really does not have a reason for not letting him go. He is still punishing him for what happened at the beginning of 2010 when Rudi tried to make a move to another company. He fired Rudi when that happened, but after a call from the CCMA reinstated him on the same day. Talk about holding a grudge. I can’t think of anything else it could be. When I was pregnant with Babyice he never had a problem letting Rudi come with me to the doctor. The last time Rudi was supposed to go with me there wasn’t even work for him to do. He gave him permission to leave at 11, but to expect half a day’s pay. This after him insisting that Rudi doesn’t get paid per hour, but per day whenever his overtime is queried. Bloody snake. Last week there ‘wasn’t enough work’ (I think he may have forgotten to order material) so he let Rudi come home early on Thursday and gave him the day off on Friday. Rudi called the CCMA to check if he was still entitled to get paid and they said yes. He didn’t get paid for the time he wasn’t there. So what does he do? Report him to the CCMA and potentially get even further into his bad books? He really gets treated like dirt there. I was in tears yesterday morning. I was so upset. Not only because he treats Rudi so badly, but because I am starting to worry about money. Where Rudi’s income will come from should his bosshole become even more spiteful and of course his reduced income with the current spitefulness. If Rudi had other prospects I might not be as worried. I just hope it will all pan out in the end and that Rudi can get out of there and find a better job where he is treated fairly and with respect. He is a hard worker and doesn’t deserve what he is getting now. Apparently one of his colleagues came in half day Thursday and Friday and got full pay. Singled out much?




On Wednesday I headed back to the dentist to close up the root canal. I was hoping it was my last appointment, but it was not to be. There was some pain this time again, but it was not as bad as the last time. He drilled down into the canals and then inserted the wire things they put in there to anchor the tooth. He then put another temporary filling in. He said that there was still a chance the root canal could fail and I could lose the tooth, but he doesn’t think that will be the case since I haven’t had any pain. While I was there I pointed out that something was feeling uncomfortable on the other side of my mouth. He had a look and I need another filling. It never rains. He said I could come back and do it another time, but I want him to get it over with. I don’t want to end up having to do another root canal because I left it too long. So tomorrow I head back to have the root canal tooth built back up and filled and to do the other filling as well. Hopefully after that I won’t see the dentist again for 6 months! Already R1400 has been deducted from the medical aid for all this nonsense and I’m sure the next two fillings will be at least another R800 :( I guess I’ll be paying the gynae cash for the rest of the year.




After the dentist I headed off to have my hair done. It was lovely seeing my hairdresser again. I finally convinced him to put some purple in my hair! He was still very conservative about it and hid the streaks pretty well. He changed the blonde he used in my hair a bit and I really like the way it turned out. We also chopped quite a chunk off the ends and shaped my hair a bit. The ends were really beyond dead and damaged. It really was time for them to go. Once he had cut them off it looked like a nest of dry straw lying on the floor. I’m glad to be rid of them! It’s also nice to have a bit of shape to my hair instead of the dead straight. I grew my layers out for a long time wanting to plait my hair and then I realized I barely plait my hair anyway. Some pics:








My next blog post will tell you all about the Cosmopolitan Cover Girl Masterclass…

Haircut Hell

On Saturday we took Babyice to have his haircut. I anticipated him being a difficult customer, but I could not imagine the drama he would cause. By the end of it I was almost in tears. We took him in and we announced ourselves at reception. When we wanted to head to a station for him to sit down he refused to budge. We eventually got him to budge and then tried to convince him to sit in the chair. He refused. When Rudi tried to pick him up, kicking and screaming ensued. We then put a movie on for him on the little screens each station has, he wouldn’t watch it. Each time he saw the woman that was meant to cut his hair he freaked out. We spent almost an entire hour there, letting him play, blow bubbles and trying to get him comfortable. We pointed out the other kids getting their hair cut. Another stylist showed him hair spray and shook the bottle and said he could play with that while they cut his hair. There was just NO convincing him to sit in the chair or even on daddy’s lap. Nothing we said or did helped. Eventually I said we should just throw in the towel and leave. He didn’t want to leave. We left anyway. He then proceeded to throw a tantrum outside because he wants a hair cut. So we turned around and took him back with the same result. This process was repeated about three times before we took him to the car and let him get it out of his system. At this point all the kicking, screaming and embarrassment had taken its toll and I wanted to cry. I can’t even say if it was hormones or not. I might have cried anyway. I didn’t, but I really, really wanted to. His hair is too long now. I don’t want to let it grow long. He already has a ‘rat tail’ at the back.  It looks so untidy. I wish he would just let us cut it. I’ve considered sedating him, but I’m not sure what exactly would work. I’m desperate, okay?!








He has been very different the last few days. Lots and lots of tantrums. Wants daddy ALL the time. I was reading Louisa’s blog this morning (led there by her cousin,  Arkwife, after some discussion) and I wonder if it isn’t a quality time issue like she had with her daughter.It would certainly make sense. When we get home at night we delve straight into our evening routine of cooking, cleaning, etc. I’ve briefly chatted with Rudi about it and told him we need to make an effort to give him some one on one attention when we get home so that he doesn’t feel neglected. We’re going to have to play this attention game really carefully once PrincessIce arrived. I don’t want my baby to feel neglected or sad. I worry about this. I’m sure all moms having a second baby do.



I am on leave for the rest of the week. Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment and after that I’m going to have my hair done. Thursday and Friday I plan to do as little as possible and rest as much as I can. I worked the weekend past and am really pooped. In case you didn’t know, when we work a weekend we work 12 consecutive days and then only get a weekend off. I’m having with that and the fatigue of late so I tend to take leave in the second week just to recover.




I’m very excited about Saturday. On Saturday I’ll be attending the Cosmopolitan Cover Girl Masterclass. It’s going to be a pamper day of note and I’m sure I’m going to pick up a few tips on how to dress and make up application. I’ve been following the tweets from the previous day held in Johannesburg and Durban. I just hope they have some virgin Cosmos for me! I’ll most certainly blog about the event :)