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Catch up

You would swear I have nothing to blog about. Where to start?


I got my specs…a while ago actually. They need to be adjusted slightly. I haven’t started wearing them yet. I need to go back to the optometrist to check out how my eyes are doing with the new contact lenses she has me trying out. I’ll have them adjusted when I go. Perhaps I should make a turn there this afternoon. I promised a picture:


New specs




I think I chose a nice frame and that they suit me. I wore them to work once on a weekend. Nobody even flinched. I am yet to test the waters when everyone is here.


My skin is looking heaps better! It took just over a week for me to look at it and say that there is a big improvement. It is most definitely the new skin regime that is bearing fruit. Over the weekend I was a bit lax and skipped either my morning/evening routine on alternate days and my skin broke out again. I have since been doing it religiously and it started paying off. Those extra few minutes that it takes are really, really worth it. I feel a LOT less self conscious about my skin. I’ve even contemplated going back to The Body Shop and finding more products. I only have a face wash, toner and day cream now. I was thinking to perhaps get something for the evening and maybe an eye cream. The products obviously work and they don’t cost nearly as much as you would pay for something from a cosmetic house. I am very impressed. I also read on baby centre that you should be very gentle with your skin. The first thing you want to do when your skin breaks out is to scrub it. Like that will take the ugly away. The advice there is not to scrub or exfoliate or rub hard, but to dab and rinse and pat your skin. I have been following that advice and it is working for me. They also make mention that the hormones causing bad skin can come and go during pregnancy, but I’m not getting any younger and looking after my skin is something I should have been doing for a long time.


On Sunday morning Babyice woke up with a fever of 39 degrees. We medicated him and he was fine for most of the day. Around 18:00 his fever spiked again and almost hit 40. Panic stations. You all know how fevers freak me out and this was no different. Babyice actually had chills from the fever and that made me even more panicky. I’ve never had to deal with chills before. I may have started crying. Rudi was not impressed (with me crying). We popped him into a lukewarm bath and I gave him a Voltaren suppository. We managed to break the fever, but knew that we had to be on standby for another possible spike. I didn’t want to give him Stopayne (which had kept his fever under control since the morning) because I was afraid it would put him in too deep a sleep to rouse us if something went wrong. At 00:40 he spiked again. 39.9. We made a judgment call. I gave him Stopayne and we took him to the emergency room. I almost bolted for the door while we were waiting to see the doctor since he started to feel cooler, but by the time I had mentioned it to Rudi the doctor came out and picked up his file. I was right, his fever had broken. It was probably a combination of the Stopayne and cold air to and from the car. He didn’t spike again. So in hindsight we could have skipped the trip to the emergency room and saved a bunch of money by taking him to his regular GP later in the day. He was diagnosed with another throat infection and sinusitis. I suspect that the throat infections are stemming from his two year molars erupting, but I could be wrong.  I felt so ill when we got home from the emergency room and struggled to go sleep. My poor baby. He is doing much better now though. The doctor gave him a really high dosage of antibiotics and we’re feeding him plenty of probiotics to help. I have learnt that Stopayne REALLY klaps a fever. Yes, I am aware that it has Codeine in it and we use it for emergencies. It is not his regular fever medication, but when fevers soar so close to 40, I am completely comfortable using something that works for us.


Today is my grandfather’s birthday. He would of been 72. I still miss him so much. Very much. I remember the last birthday he was still with us. It was a Sunday. They called him up to the altar at church and the congregation sang for him. I stood at the back of the church and cried. I knew it would be his last birthday with us. The doctors had already told him there was nothing more that they can do for him. 5 months and 4 days after that day he was gone. I called my grandmother earlier to see how she is doing. I think she forgot it is his birthday. She didn’t mention it. She is still prone to cry when she thinks of him, understandably so. I didn’t have the heart to remind her. I wasn’t even there to comfort her. So I just checked how she was and she says she is doing fine. I have been okay today. Although I have found myself on the verge of tears each time I think about it. I have managed not to break down into the ugly cry. So time heals our hearts. As Leebeesa said, my Oupa wouldn’t want me to be sad. He would want me to remember him fondly. I know that. It is easier said than done sometimes though and my heart still aches and my eyes still leak.


The pregnancy is going well I suppose. There is always that uncertainty between gynae appointments and actually seeing the baby and how much it has grown and how it has developed. I still suffer from all day sickness most every day. I cannot stand the smell of coffee and won’t attempt to drink it. I have a bad taste in my mouth all the time, which contributes to my nausea and I find that sucking a sweet helps me feel better temporarily. Not great for the hips. I don’t do ginger. I know it is supposed to help, but it doesn’t for me. On Friday I will be 10 weeks, hopefully just two more weeks of nausea to suffer through. My tummy has popped out. Strangely the part of my stomach above my belly button, nowhere near where my uterus is at the moment. Maybe it’s the sweets!


To end off…this is what is happening while I am getting ready for work in the mornings (I get up the earliest):


Buggers. Cute buggers.


I’m really trying my best not to write an entire rant about Jubba. I will refrain. I must be zen. I must not let him get to me. Breath in. Breath out. In. Out.

Right. So Rudi and I are also going to watch The Knowing with Nicholas Cage on Saturday. The trailer looks really good, but I’ve heard whispers on Twitter that the ending is a disappointment.

I’m probably being quite optimistic with all my weekend plans, considering the all day sickness seems to be getting worse at the moment, but I can’t stop my life.


Just barfed at work. That’s a first. Usually my system doesn’t allow me to barf in public. I do feel a bit better though. My lunch is almost over and I haven’t had anything to eat yet. I thought I could have plain salted popcorn, but they didn’t have. Leebeesa gave me two provitas. So sweet of her.

Anyway. Hoping Jubba stays out of my way for the rest of the day and that I get enough rest this weekend. I certainly need it.

All about throwing up

Yesterday I broke my throwing up record. Twice in one day. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but throwing up twice a day is traumatic, OK? The first time it was just as I got out of bed. Nothing in my stomach, which is what I’m used to. If you don’t know what bile tastes like, pop an E on an empty stomach. Ok, so I can’t really encourage drug use on my blog, but you get what I’m saying. Yummy. What a way to start your day. I was hoping that I was done for the day having gotten it behind me first thing in the morning, alas it was not to be.

After work we went shopping for some groceries and I had to push Rudi to just get the bare minimum so we could leave as soon as possible. I was not feeling the shopping vibe. It’s strange, the worst feeling of nausea always hits me around the same spot on the way home. I think it’s part psychological. I know in my mind I will soon be at home in the privacy of my own bathroom with my own toilet and then it will be OK to barf. Loudly. As I tend to. I have never thrown up in public or at anyone else’s house. Not even in the car. While I was pregnant anyway.

When we arrived home I felt better though and had a chocolate milkshake. I was sitting playing with Rudi’s new phone (his old one completely gave up the ghost after the encounter with the pool) and had to get up to make the white sauce for our mac and cheese dinner (I am the white sauce QUEEN!). There it came. Suddenly.

I know from previous experience that chocolate B-fast turns pink in your stomach while it’s digesting (weird, huh?). Chocolate milk it seems, doesn’t.

I must say, this pregnancy, this “morning” sickness….everything just feels much more like I expected it to be. With James I was so sick ALL THE TIME that I really, really considered offing myself eventually. This time it is so much more manageable. I am very grateful for that.

My jeans don’t fit me anymore. I need pants man! The lovely Tertia has said I can come and have a look at her maternity clothes, which I definitely will. I have 4 pants that currently fit me, which means I have to wear once pair at least twice in a work week. Not cool! I’ll also be able to meet her and the infamous Max when I go to have a look. Yay!

All this taken into consideration – I AM HAPPY! I am in awe of the miracle that is taking place inside me. I was having visions of sperm meeting egg yesterday (like they show on TV) and thinking about how very lucky I am.


My HUGE News

2009-06-05, Friday:

Today we found out that I’m pregnant. 1 – 2 weeks. We’re elated! So happy! Of course also a little apprehensive. This blog entry will go into drafts for quite a while. At least until I’ve been to the gynae to confirm that the baby is safe and snug and that there is a heartbeat. Right now all I have is a positive urine test and a blood test.

I was only a few days late. My cycle was supposed to start on Monday, it had never been this long since my last pregnancy and the curiosity was KILLING ME. On Thursday I went to buy two pregnancy tests (thinking, like last time, I would need more than one) and waited till Friday morning to take it. All night I dreamt of positive pregnancy tests. It was quite weird. Sure enough, the first one I took came out positive, rendering the second test useless:

I couldn’t believe it! I asked a colleague to take me down to the hospital in the morning to have blood drawn to confirm this. Pathcare won’t interpret the results for you, but after work Rudi and I went to collect the results. My BHCG (pregnancy hormone) level was 156 and flagged as ‘High’. The key on the results sheet says if your number is between 50 and 5000 you are 1 – 2 weeks pregnant.

2009-06-07, Sunday:

Today the sickness began. I got sick while brushing my teeth. Have had an underlying feeling of nausea all day. Already so many things about this pregnancy feel more ‘right’ than they did last time. For one, Rudi and I found out together, instead of him knowing before I did. Not that he didn’t try. He wanted to pick up the results at Pathcare on Friday, but I had to show my ID, so he had no chance. I’ve found out very early on, which means I can take good care of myself and avoid medication, alcohol, etc. I’m still in denial. I’m still in shock. I don’t understand HOW we got pregnant. We were specifically careful because I was on so much medication last month including cortisone, antibiotics and schedule 5 sleeping tablets. We used condoms for goodness sake! Unless it happened while we were in George…

Tomorrow I’ll make my gynae appointment. I’ll try to schedule it for around 7 weeks from now so we can see the heartbeat when we go. I should be around 8 or 9 weeks then. It’s so long to wait. So long to keep this HUGE secret.

I’m worried about telling Angel. It was one of the first thoughts that crossed my mind. She has been trying for such a long time and in my opinion really deserves to be knocked up also. I can only hope that she is knocked up before I release the news to the world. I really want to tell her already since I know in my heart she will be happy for us, even if it makes her heart sore…but it’s so early on and anything can still happen. I don’t want to upset her unnecessarily. I will call her before I publish anything about this on my blog. So by the time you read this, she will already know.

2009-06-08, Monday:

I felt a little sick this morning, but managed to keep everything down. Feeling fine throughout the day. I must say it feels a bit dishonest keeping this secret. I want to announce it to the world, despite what happened last time. I made my gynae appointment. It’s for the 6th of July. 11:30 in the morning. I don’t think we’ll be able to see the heartbeat by then, but we’ll be able to see the gestational sac at the very least and make sure everything is where it should be.

2009-06-09, Tuesday:

So I may have gone a little overboard shopping for the baby yesterday. I bought:
A Snookums bottle warmer: R309.00 (Game)
A Snookums microwave bottle sterilizer: R130.00 (Game)
Rubber duckies: R30.00 (Ackermanns Baby)

Not to mention the the 2 NUK dummies (size 1, R89.99 – Checkers)I bought the Monday after we returned from George. I also bought myself a Carriwell maternity bra(R130.00 – Ackermanns Baby) as my breasts are already getting sensitive.

It’s so weird. Last time I didn’t want to buy anything. Not even until I was 5 months. This time I’m shopping up a storm. I must have a good feeling about this 🙂 Also, this is probably going to be a reeeaaalllyy long blog entry by the 6th of July.

2009-06-11, Thursday

So CUTE! When Rudi dropped me off for work this morning he said ‘Take care of my baby’ *heart melts* He took a very long time to get this way last time. Going for another blood test tomorrow.

2009-06-13, Saturday

So I went for my second blood test yesterday. The BHCG (pregnancy hormone) level in my blood has shot up from 156 to over 2000 in one week. This is a good sign, but throws off the gestational age. The first number indicates 1 – 2 weeks where the second one indicates 4 – 5 weeks. Guess we’ll have to wait for my scan in July to confirm where I’m at…and whether there’s only one baby in there!

2009-06-16, Tuesday

After doing some research on the Internet it seems like Pathcare’s BHCG key is wrong. Looks like there is probably just one baby in there.

I feel so wonderful. I don’t feel sick at all (which worries me because I seem to be eating for the A team). My biggest complaints could be getting up at night to pee and fatigue. Walk in the park compared to my pregnancy with James. Really. It makes me nervous…like it’s too good to be true. How can I possibly feel so well and be pregnant? I suppose my previous experience has jaded me somewhat. I’m so excited and happy!

I called Angel and told her. She was happy for us, as I knew she would be. I’m so glad.

2009-06-17, Wednesday

I really don’t mind getting up at night to pee (even at this early stage), but really. It’s bloody freezing suddenly. Was shivering all the way to and from the loo during the night. Will have to put on warmer PJ’s and socks tonight.

2009-06-19, Friday

I’m exhausted! It’s my twelfth consecutive day of work and I NEED to rest! Had a lovely bout of morning sickness yesterday that made me very nervous, but it passed by lunchtime and I’m feeling fine today. I’m starting to feel my womb migrating north (well, upwards) and my jeans are already a little tight, even after I lost weight. I went out and bought myself a pair of nice light grey track pants which have PLENTY of tummy room for the future (but look a bit big for me now) and are nice enough to wear to work. Pants are going to be a real problem for me. Although there is a market for plus size maternity wear (because fat people get pregnant too, you know)…nobody seems to cater for it. Luckily I’m not in the top sizes of regular plus sized clothes, so I guess I’m going to have to buy the bigger sizes in future. Seems kind of a waste, especially since plus sized clothes are quite expensive.

2009-06-30, Tuesday

So I’ve been putting off posting here. There’s not really anything to tell right now. It’s frustrating that you never know how your pregnancy is going between gynae appointments. I’m looking forward to my gynae appointment (although tentatively). I don’t think we’ll be able to see much, probably not even a heartbeat. I estimate (and I could be wrong) that I’ll be around 6 weeks when I see him. I think we’ll most likely just establish whether or not the pregnancy is ectopic and discuss our options from there. I would assume that my gynae would want to keep a close eye on the baby’s developments this time around, although that is just an assumption. I don’t thi
nk I need to tell my gynae how to do his job. He usually does a check up once every six weeks in the beginning. It seems painfully long in between visits. We’ll most likely talk about the big scan (that I didn’t go for last time) on Monday. I’m a little superstitious about having my appointment on a Monday. He picked up the problems with James for the first time on a Monday. We went for the scan where we made our final decision on a Monday. I became kind of anti-Mondays during that whole period of my life, but it is a new beginning and a new pregnancy and a new baby. Things will be different this time. I hope.

2009-07-01, Wednesday

Yesterday after feeling very ill in the car on the way home (I actually think I suffer from all day sickness which is made worse by being a passenger. Motion sickness if you will) I had to dash to the bathroom as soon as we arrived home. I was completely fine when I left work, we stopped at the shop and in the short distance between the shop and home things took a turn for the worse. After that I was OK again though. That is more what I expected ‘morning’ sickness to be like. Sudden onset, barf and you’re done.

I hope Rudi will be able to make it to the gynae appointment. He’s been very non-committal due to operational requirements at work, but I hope he can make it. I really want to have him there.


Still feeling nauseous today. I’m not going to complain, but it really isn’t nice. Fuggit.

2009-07-04, Saturday

I had a wonderful dream last night. It was both good and bad, but it left me with a good feeling. I dreamt I had a baby girl. She was tiny, but so wonderful to hold and she had a lovely temperament. This gave me a wonderful feeling. The bad part of the dream was where I needed to change her and I seemed COMPLETELY unprepared and overwhelmed. I probably dressed and undressed her 5 times, stuffing up something in the process. I didn’t have bum cream, I couldn’t find a nappy to fit her small body…when I put powder on her I managed to get it in her eye, but she wasn’t upset with me. She still cuddled me. She also had bruises on her bum, where I assumed in the dream that she had been injected while in hospital. After all the changing drama, My Evil Mother was also in the dream. She berated me for wanting to hold on to my baby and basically being inseparable from her. Trust My Evil Mother to do something like that.

All in all the dream left me elated and VERY impatient to meet my baby! (I probably still have around 8 months to wait though – they gynae will clarify on Monday)

2006-07-06, Monday

My gynae appointment was scheduled for 11:30 this morning, but due to unforseen circumstances the gynae called and rescheduled it to 16:15. I was already super impatient, but I was glad it was still today.

I must say I love my gynae. He is absolutely awesome. His first concern was to make sure my mind was at ease after everything that happened last time. He did a scan and determined that I was already 8 weeks and 4 days! It’s much further along than we thought, but it’s really nice. Much closer to 12 weeks when the risk of miscarriage is reduced. He brought up risk assessments and I told him that I would like to go for the risk assessments, although I am not up to another amniocentesis which was useless and very expensive last time. He understood my reluctance.

He was very positive and very encouraging. He said he is certain everything will be OK, but recommends that I go for the risk assessments if it would put my mind at ease and to re-inforce the positivity. He is very happy with everything so far. His receptionist will make an appointment for my nuchal scan in the next 4 and half weeks. I’ll be going to the doctor that did the more advanced scans for James. I really like her and I’m very comfortable with her so I’m really glad that she’ll be doing the nuchal scan.

He’s pushed my next appointment with him as far as possible so that he could do another test which can only be done at that stage. Another thing I love about him, he’s economical. He doesn’t try and book you for a million appointments unnecessarily to make money off you. His business is very obviously booming. My next appointment with him is 24 August.

So there is my huge news! I’m so glad I can finally talk about it!

I will see if Jubba is in a good mood tomorrow. Maybe he’ll scan in the pictures of our jelly bean for you to see 🙂

This and That

The baby movements seem to have died down a bit now. I still feel it every now and then, but it’s not nearly as it’s ‘supposed’ to be yet. I think it’s still a bit early for kicking. It just feels like the baby is stretching. I’m feeling a lot better than I initially was. I still feel nauseous sometimes, but not all the time. I am also eating better which is a relief. I still don’t enjoy food like I used to…but that may really not be a bad thing. I still constantly have a horrid taste in my mouth and I’ve been chowing Mint Imperials to alleviate that.

It’s Sarah’s 21st on Friday. I’m looking forward to seeing how all the arrangements turn out, but have no idea what to buy for her! It’s the first time she’s celebrating a birthday since we’ve been friends and it’s a big one. She’s given me ideas of things she wants/needs so I have quite a broad scope. I really hope she likes whatever I choose.

I had a chest of drawers which was seriously falling apart. Somehow the drawers wouldn’t fit into the shell anymore and kept collapsing. The entire structure was basically useless. I didn’t know of anyone who could fix it and was going to throw the whole thing away. We’ve been pricing a new set for quite a while and they seem to go for an average of about R2 000. Eventually I chatted to my grandfather about it and he told me I should take it through to his brother. He chatted to his brother and he agreed to have a go at it as carpentry is a hobby of his. Over the weekend he let us know that he was done and we could come pick it up.

The chest of drawers looks as good as new and all the drawers fit in rather nicely! He said it wasn’t too big a job. I bought him a box of chocolate as a small gesture of appreciation (I ran this by my grandfather first), turns out he’s diabetic. Next time I’ll ask my grandmother about his family, she seems to know more than him.

I received a formal invitation to My Evil Mother’s wedding. She wants me to take photos. I agreed to take pictures for her. She can consider it my gift.

and…it’s back

Just in case I missed my morning sickness while it went looking for a new person to make miserable…it decided to join me again yesterday. Yesterday morning I was feeling 100%. I was even upbeat because I thought I looked cute in a new outfit I bought. I went to church and while sitting there I felt weird and got to the loo just in time. I can only hope nobody heard me. Blind.

I felt like crap the whole day yesterday and this morning when I woke up I soon realized that I was too happy too soon about this morning sickness going away. It’s definitely still here 🙁 This really sucks because it’s supposed to go away by now. I’m probably almost 15 weeks now (according to my last gynae visit). I’m going to cry. Damnit.

On a happier note I went shopping with Sarah on Saturday and managed to spend some money on myself. I bought some accessories and 3 nice tops, PLUS I’m getting my hair done today. I can’t wait to get rid of these roots! I really hope it doesn’t take 3 and a half hours like it did last time…I’m going to be bored out of my skull!


I’ve been feeling a LITTLE bit better since yesterday. Not exactly my old self, but a little better. The nausea seems to be subsiding a bit and I’m REALLY glad about that. I hope it lasts!

Last night I had a salad for supper with some ceaser salad dressing (I am LOVING salad at the moment, specifically cucumber, tomato and feta). The salad dressing was very vinegary and I got a little heartburn from it. Hopefully not a sign of things to come! I’m hoping that I can skip the heartburn thing, but I doubt I will be that fortunate. Some Gaviscon sorted it right out though.

I’ve been thinking about buying a cot soon. I think we’re going to get a nice camp cot. We don’t have space for a wooden cot and a camp cot will be handy when we’re going out as well. Wooden cots are beautiful, but they are also quite pricey and take up a lot of space. Especially if you ‘have’ to get both. I think a camp cot is more versatile and can be used when travelling. We don’t travel much, but we could take it with when we visit people, keeping the baby in a safe environment for people that haven’t baby proofed their homes!

I might be starting to get a little excited…

P.S. I found this out on Monday already, but it’s not that important. My mother is getting married on the 19th of October. I honestly cannot see the benefit of her getting married to Coke Head and cannot fathom what is going on in her mind…but she’s a grown up and I am not HER mommy.

STILL sick

I’m STILL sick. I’ve finally taken my last antibiotic today. I have a suspicion that the antibiotics are making me feel nauseous. I couldn’t even keep down water yesterday. I was feeling TERRIBLE, so my gynae appointment wasn’t the joyful event it should have been.

My new gynae is really nice. He discussed things with me, which the other one did not. We specifically discussed going for the foetal assessment. He said that I fall into a low risk category and if I go for the foetal assessment there is about a 2% chance that I will need to go for a test where they draw amniotic fluid (this involves a big needle being stuck into your belly). That is the one test I do not want to have! I’ve decided since the risk is so small I don’t think I’m going to go. My medical aid is pretty much done anyway! He also prescribed something for an infection I’ve gotten from the antibiotics. It never rains but it pours hey!

The baby looks healthy on the scan. Although the baby is lying in an awkward position so they were not able to tell the sex. He said we would definitely be able to tell at the next appointment (20 October) and he’ll arrange for a DVD to be made for us. The most amazing thing must have been seeing the baby stretch out inside me. I’m convinced I can feel it sometimes if I’m sitting really still. He also said my due date is approximately 14 March (4 days earlier) but said he’s not going to change my due date for now as these things become more and more uncertain as the pregnancy progresses. He said it’s really unfortunate that I’m still suffering from morning sickness, but he’s convinced I won’t be for much longer. He is surprised that I am not complaining about my bladder as the baby is pressing down onto it and it should be making me quite uncomfortable. Perhaps the morning sickness is overshadowing all of that.

I’m really looking forward to getting my appetite back and getting off these antibiotics. I was only able to keep them down for roughly an hour. I hope my body absorbed enough of the antibiotic for the infection not to come back. It was very painful and I don’t want to go through another course of antibiotics.

Wish me luck!


Pregnancy has to be the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life. Feeling constantly sick, not enjoying food, not enjoying the company of people, not wanting to have sex, not being able to have a glass of wine, lower back ache…these things are making my life hell at the moment

They say with great sacrifice comes great reward, but it is really hard for me to think of or imagine the reward if I’m in the thick of the sacrifice. Also, because I haven’t had a child before I don’t know of ‘the joy it brings’ or how wonderful it is going to be once this part is over.

I’ve tried all the remedies that people have suggested. I’ve tried medication. Nothing seems to make me feel any better. I think that my morning sickness getting worse is linked to the vitamins I’m taking. I started taking them again a few days ago and I have been feeling like utter crap since yesterday.

I’ve already cried this morning. Yes I feel sorry for myself, very sorry. I know that millions of women are going through this and that eventually it will be over, but right now while I’m contemplating sticking my finger down my throat for some relief I see no end in sight.

I just want to crawl under a duvet until all this is over. I couldn’t even take off work for fear of them thinking I’m trying to take a ‘long weekend’.

Please God let this be over soon.


Yesterday when we woke up we had little hope for our move. There was a big storm the night before. I can’t remember the last time we had gale force winds like that. There was hail and everything was so loud and the wind was so strong that I thought the windows were going to explode. Somehow through all of this nasty weather our old neighbours still managed to party until 3AM blaring their music. I won’t miss them.

Luckily by about 10 ‘o clock the weather started clearing up for brief periods and we were able to predict when the rain would come by looking at the clouds and the speed they were moving at. We managed to get everything from our old place to the new without any damage. The floors are a bit of a mess because of the wet feet trampling in and out, but that can easily be cleaned.

I didn’t manage to help too much with the move. As soon as I started to participate I would start feeling really nauseous and light headed. I can only thank God for my housekeeper. She really is amazing. She did the majority of the work, but Boogaloo and some other friends came to help us out. It’s really cool when people come to help you out, things are just so much easier. We had two bakkies and about 4 people with us for most of the day.

Around lunch time we bought everyone pizza to say thank you.

I’m already feeling a bit queasy and have lots to do today. I’d like to tidy up around here a bit, perhaps vacuum and mop the floors. The owner is coming around this evening so I’d like it to look semi-decent. I have some shopping to do…mostly thread tape and stuff that Rudi needs to connect the washing machine. We have a proposal for how we’d like to fit the dishwasher into the scheme of things, but have to discuss it with the owner first. I hope she approves it! It seems like the only way we’ll be able to implement it into the kitchen and I really <3 my dishwasher and wouldn't want to have to store it or sell it. The owner is really nice though so I don't think she'll have much of a problem. Fingers crossed! I better get my butt into gear and get some work done here. Once I find the cable to download the photos I’ve taken from my camera I’ll post them. I can’t promise that it will be soon though – this place is still in shambles!

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