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Lovely leave

I had a glorius, lazy week of leave. It was lovely. I was actually on leave from the 13th of October, but Rudi and I had had a fight and I wasn’t in a great mood. He then came home early from work and we carted him and Babyice off to the doctor as they were both not well. The doctor diagnosed them both with bronchitis. I had a viral throat infection as well, but I had no other symptoms so I just popped painkillers and sprayed my throat. R900 later we had a replenished pharmacy in our house and two sick boys. They both stayed home on Friday.

 

So, on Friday I baked a cake! At first I thought the cake had flopped because they seemed to come out really flat…but once the cake was iced it looked fine! It also tasted awesome! Yay me. I got a new piping bag to try and was messing around with the nozzles. I found the star nozzle quite easy to pipe with and I’m sure I can make some great cupcakes for Babyice’s next birthday. No help required from My Evil Mother! 😀

 

Cake 🙂

 

Yes, it’s not 100% neat and I couldn’t sell it…but it was just for us and we all loved it 🙂

 

On the Saturday Leebeesa came to look after Babyice as Rudi and I had planned a date night for him to make up for pissing me off the previous Saturday.  This does not include him pissing me off on Thursday! We went out to dinner to our usual favourite spot, Panarottis. We love their pizza and Rudi is gaga over their chillies. He usually bribes the waiter to bring him a take away container with extra chilli. We chatted about some of the issues we’ve been having lately. It has been really tense between us and Rudi misbehaving constantly hasn’t helped. This left me more and more resentful and frustrated and him not at all comprehending what I was upset about. We called a truce and went to see ‘Friends with benefits’. It was quite a cool movie and had a few funny moments. We had a good date. Even though we flared up at each other a few times in the following days, things are calmer now.

 

We had prepared some fish fingers for Babyice to eat while Leebeesa was watching him. While he was eating she said to him ‘Eat your fishy’. He looked at the fish fingers and said ‘Fishy. Nemo.’ and refused to eat any more! We suspect that he has made the connection between what he is eating and his favourite cartoon character…so when we feed him fish now we just tell him it’s chicken. He doesn’t seem to know the difference quite yet.

 

I spent practically the whole week doing as little as possible, catching up on series mostly. On Monday I did do all the washing, complete with carrying it up and down the stairs to hang it on the line. On Wednesday I went back to the dentist to replace the temporary filling he had put in for me the week before. It was painless, until the drugs wore off, but the next day everything was back to normal again.

 

On Saturday I returned to work. Taking leave before my working weekend might seem like a silly idea, but it really does have its benefits. Firstly it allows me to ease back into work since it’s not full day and instead of working 12 consecutive days, I only work 7 consecutive days. At least I *thought* I could ease into work…until I realized that my PC was stuffed. I had to sit at a different PC  both Saturday and Sunday. It really is inconvenient since all my applications and links, etc don’t work and I have to set up my profile on someone else’s machine. It took up a lot of my time. IT came to have a look on Monday and they will be coming to rebuild my machine tomorrow.

 

This week is slowly dragging by…and I have another Lindor weekend looming ahead of me. Rudi is going to be helping Lindor move his office (not just one office, the entire office) to Somerset West. Apparently his services (read: free labour) is required at 9AM on Saturday morning already. This means I won’t be seeing him AT ALL on Saturday. Heaven knows when he will make his way home >.<

 

I had plans with Sarah to go for a mani/pedi on Saturday, but we’ve postponed it anyway since she isn’t sure whether or not she would have been paid yet. Suits Rudi and Lindor just fine. We wouldn’t have had anyone to watch Babyice if we were both out. I guess I’ll just spend some quality time with him (and Nemo and Barney, no doubt).

 

I might also take my grandmother shopping since she has just had an op on her little finger and is finding it difficult to drive or do much for herself. They put a metal pin into her finger which has to stay in for 6 to 8 weeks. At least it will give us something to do and I’ll be helping her at the same time 🙂

It seems I will never be rid of her….

So the weekend begins. We went to visit Sarah and Brad last night at their new place. It’s HUGE. Personally I don’t understand why they need such a huge place, but whatever makes them happy! They have an AWESOME bathroom that has a corner bath with jets. I’m going to bath there. Sarah has been notified. It’s going to be freaking legendary! She also said we can house sit for them when they go away, which they do quite often. The only reason I would really want to is for that bath! I can see it now….candles…bubbles…

 

Yesterday we popped by my grandparents place to fetch a gift for Babyice. My grandfather had purchased tyres and gotten a free soccer ball. My grandfather will find any excuse for us to visit! While we were there a woman showed up. She’s the woman who runs the safe house. I ignored her presence there until she directly asked me if I was My Evil Mother’s daughter. I couldn’t deny it, so I said yes. She then started preaching to me about how I should be supportive of My Evil Mother and how much she needs me right now. She was speaking Afrikaans to me. I speak Afrikaans really well, but find it hard to express myself properly, specifically when I’m angry. I tried my best to brush her off. She is persistant though. She left her number with my grandmother and said we should meet for coffee sometime. She’d like to know the story of My Evil Mother. I don’t really want to speak to her. I don’t want to get involved and I also don’t want to ruin the chances that My Evil Mother has of staying at the safehouse. If she gets kicked out there, she’ll have no choice but to go back to Coke Head and we’ll be stuck with the same situation we were two weeks ago. The woman repeatedly asked if she was really abused while she was there. She said she can’t have people staying in the safehouse that don’t belong there. Has she picked up on My Evil Mother’s tendency to lie about everything?

 

The problem is…none of us really know. We have never witnessed it, or seen any evidence of it. My Evil Mother has less than zero credibility with anyone that knows her, especially her family who have been exposed to and uncovered so very many of her lies. I suppose that doesn’t mean that she wasn’t abused…just because we don’t believe anything she says doesn’t mean that it never happened. I can really understand that the woman that runs the safehouse needs to be careful. They are most likely grossly underfunded and there are women in dire need of their services. I hope that My Evil Mother is not robbing a true abuse victim of an escape.

 

*sigh*

 

I’m starting to get very excited about my baby shower. It’s going to be SO much fun!!! I’m pretty sure I’m going to be “made a fool of”, so if you’ve been invited, come for the entertainment!

Sore, Sarah and Sing Star

Heartburn is fun. Not. So after a suggestion at antenatal class last week I decided that we should elevate the head of our bed to prevent myself from waking up with really sucky heartburn in the middle of the night. So the night before last I decided to try it.

 

No heartburn in the middle of the night! Fantastic! Except…my legs went all funny. My skin felt tight, they were sensitive to touch and slightly achy. Reading this article sent me to panic stations and I phoned my gynae. They said if the pain gets any worse or if there is swelling and it doesn’t improve when I rest with my legs up, I should call so that they could move up my appointment. So I kept my feet up at work for as long as possible yesterday. Sitting with your feet up at a desk is not as comfortable as you would think, despite being told you should ‘put your feet up’ to relax your entire life. Crossing your legs is also a big no no.

 

So we removed the bricks from under the bed last night and when I woke up this morning it was considerably better *phew*. Just water retention then, still unpleasant though. I never thought water retention hurt, but apparently it does! I also woke up with heartburn again in the middle of the night. Looks like Gaviscon will be making a small fortune from me after all. No. Milk does not work.

 

Last night Sarah came over for some girl time. I haven’t seen her for a very long time so it was nice to spend some time with her. We very self consciously played with my new Sing Star game, until we realized that absolutely no skill is required to score. As long as the sound you are making fills up the bar on the screen, you’re winning. Singing the song the way you think it sounds or should sound will score you no points! Interesting that!

 

I really wanted Sarah to feel Babyice kick. He’s generally pretty lazy and if he does kick he only does it once or twice before he settles down again. He must have found a very comfortable spot in there. At some point he was moving around a bit and I told Sarah to put her hand on my tummy. About 10 seconds after she did he gave her a big kick right where her hand was and sort of dragged his foot around where she was feeling. It was so awesome! He’s only ever kicked directly at my own hand (he has done this once) and she says she’s never felt a baby kick like that 🙂 After that he settled down again. She e-mailed me today saying it was the highlight of her evening 🙂

 

I hope Rudi doesn’t have darts tonight. The league is busy playing finals and he might be required to attend. I would rather we play some Sing Star and perhaps I will even take another bash at baking a cake. Don’t fear! MeeA gave me a recipe she swears is full proof. She didn’t say fool proof…so there’s always a possibility I could stuff it up 🙂

 

You can say anything about me, but you can’t say I’m cowardly to try something again…even if it failed miserably the first time.

Parties, fights, movies and Thanksgiving

So I had my hair done on Friday before Sarah’s birthday party. I decided to make it darker since it would be much easier to maintain when Babyice gets here. The result:

 

Chestnut brown

Chestnut brown

 

We went to Sarah and Brad’s birthday party on Friday night. It was Brad’s birthday on Friday and Sarah’s on Saturday. Convenient little arrangement they have there! It was at a dance hall if I can call it that (langarm jol for the South Africans). It was nice to see Sarah’s friends that I had met at their other parties again and catch up with everyone, although having to holler at the top of your lungs. Everyone (including Rudi) got progressively drunk…while I sipped my Appletiser. I must say, I was grateful for my sobriety the next morning. I left my jacket at the venue, which sucked, but I called them and they have it there for me. Thank goodness! It’s my only black one!

 

Rudi nearly got into a fight. He was playing pool against some guys. They had bet money on the game and after Rudi and his partner won, they took all the money and said they had cheated because they had touched the white ball during the game when playing one of their shots. Some brandy and a reason to fight? Not a good combination! Luckily Rudi managed to keep himself calm, even if it was only because I threatened him.  Sometimes it doesn’t matter who is right and who is wrong. Keep the peace dammit. Since Saturday morning Rudi’s one eye is bloodshot and weepy. He is not sure if someone hit him or not. There is no bruising or swelling…but there is clearly something wrong with his eye. I don’t think it’s pink eye as it would most likely have spread to his other eye by now. Shame. Poor baby. That’s what you get.

 

On Saturday I went to watch Fame with Leebeesa. The movie was super boring. Don’t bother. Really. We then trolled the shops for a little while and she took me for ice cream. Mozarts caramel flavour rocks the party that rocks the party. Seriously. I think it’s my new favourite!

 

After that I went to go and pick Rudi up at Fence’s house. Predictably he didn’t want to cut his festivities short. It infuriates me. Go out, have a jol with your friends, I will occupy myself with something else…but when you said you’d be done by a certain time, BE DONE. Suck it up and come home or don’t restrict yourself to a time at all.  It’s always the same. He wants to go play darts or visit a friend…and it always ends up being an all day/night affair. He then decided he would invite all his annoying friends over to our house. Asks me in front of them. Effing lovely. I hate always being the bitch in the fairytale.

 

So they all came over to play 30 seconds. Rudi (trashed again) and I managed to win somehow. Probably because everyone else was just as drunk as he was.

 

Sunday we had Thanksgiving service at church. The altar was beautifully decorated. The sunday school kids made the CUTEST paper mache pigs. They were so gorgeous! I wanted to steal them and take them home, but being in church and all…I didn’t. Rudi and I decided to practice a little 30 seconds on Sunday afternoon while I made macaroni and cheese. It was fun!

 

That wraps up my weekend. I have a dentist appointment today after work. ACK. I hate dentists!

Birthday and Stuffs

Around my birthday I like to reflect on the year gone by and look back at my blog at how I was feeling the previous year around my birthday. Reading over last year’s birthday post, I can safely say things are a lot better this year.  It seems Rudi was at home for my birthday last year too (suddenly I see a pattern) and that we fought…luckily that didn’t happen this year. I was pregnant last year as well, but sick as a dog, which is also not true this year. Also…my grandfather was on his way into hospital to have a portion of his cancerous colon removed.

A lot has happened in my life between ages 27 and 28. I have been changed to the core. I have been through the toughest thing I’ve had to go through in my life so far and I made it through the other side with a few battle scars. I’m kind of in the same place as what I was a year ago, pregnant, unsure of the future, but I’m happy. I finally told My Evil Mother exactly where to get off and it feels good.

We didn’t do much for my birthday. As I get older it’s becoming less and less of a big deal. I still get super excited about Christmas though, so I’m not too worried about myself. Rudi took me out to breakfast. We went to Mugg and Bean and I had some blueberry flap jacks with cream and syrup. Nom nom nom. Directly after this meal the headache from hell (which I’ve had since Sunday) decides to make a comeback…and why don’t you just feel dizzy and disoriented while we’re at it?
So we came home for some couch time. We started watching a movie, but I decided to nap on the couch since my head was feeling as if it had connected with a baseball bat earlier.  Rudi and Amber decided to follow suit:
Awwww

Awwww

After watching some How I Met Your Mother we went to my grandparents for supper. My grandmother had somehow overestimated my age and put a “29” on my cake instead of a “28”. She did, however, manage to fix it:
Chocolate Birthday Cake

Chocolate Birthday Cake

Sorry for the crappy cell phone pics!
My grandfather gave me the most GORGEOUS gift. I kind of asked for it and am so happy he decided to get it for me. It’s a gold pendant in the shape of our church symbol (in case you’re wondering where you’ve seen it before):
Pendant from my grandfather

Pendant from my grandfather

 

After we came home, Sarah and Brad came over to bring my gift. Sarah had gotten me some socks (to match hers), beaded hair clips, earrings and a diamante ‘H’ for my keys. My aunt got me small gel candles, rose scented shower gel and body lotion and a small glass grand piano on a mirror. I don’t know. She buys odd gifts. I should probably tell her I’m not into billions of ornaments and already have too much stuff cluttering up my life. I hate clutter, yet I seem to be very good at creating it.

 

So Friday is the scan. Day after tomorrow. I was having a chat to Nellie on the phone last night (if you can call an hour long conversation a chat) and realized I’m a little more freaked out than I let on. I might just go lie on that bed and close my eyes and not look. Who am I kidding? I could never do that. I always look. I look no matter how gruesome something promises to be. I’m going to look. I looked with James. I scrutinized with James. I wanted to know. I want to know now…I need to know, but I don’t want to know.

 

You know?

You see?

I’m a mess.

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OK. So I cheated a little with my weigh in this morning. When I first stepped on the scale it said I had gained 1.2kg. I refused to believe it and got on again. +600g. Stepped on again, no gain, no loss. Stepped on again, no gain, no loss. I weighed like 5 times consecutively and 3 out of those 5 it said no gain, no loss. I think that wins, OK?

I really wish the side effects of the cortisone injection I got would go away. I’m still suffering from insomnia, wake up with heartburn every morning and am starving ALL THE TIME. I’m hungry right now. I had a slice of toast at around 6AM. It’s 2 hours and 10 minutes later and I feel like I haven’t eaten for an entire day. It’s SO difficult because I’m trying to avoid eating so that I don’t screw up my weight loss, but I’m HUNGRY! The doctor also warned that I might retain water. Yesterday I drank my full water quota (1.5 litres) and I only went to the loo twice. That’s unusual, so it must still be hanging around somewhere in my body. Although…I totally have PMS so weight gain, water retention and hunger all come along with that as well.

Also, my left wrist is really sore. When I had German measles in 2007 all my joints ached so that I could barely walk. Sometimes my ankles still hurt, but since yesterday its been my left wrist. It’s difficult to lift things and stuff. Plus my muscles in my back are starting to ache like they did before and I’m kind of worried that I’m getting sick again. Maybe I’m still getting better. Who knows?

I still need to decide where to get my tattoo. I thought I had decided to put it under the butterfly I already have, but quite a few people have said they don’t think that’s a good idea. My (conservative) grandfather included! My grandfather feels that it is a commemorative tattoo and if the intention is that I am to be reminded of James that I should have it somewhere where I can see it. He suggested the inside of my arm, but I’m not fond of that. I told him that I had considered having it done on my wrist and he thought that a good idea. Sarah also suggested my wrist, as did Leebeesa. Consensus seems to be that it would be a good place to have it. Rudi didn’t like the idea at first, but conceded last night that it would be a good spot. Wenchy recently had a Yin Yang symbol tattooed on her wrist so I asked her how much it hurt…apparently it hurts a lot. *shrug* I suppose it can’t be worse than induced labour.

3 more sleeps till George!

You changed your hair, not your heart…

I’ve been getting good reactions to my hair, other than shock. My Evil Mother didn’t recognize me at church on Wednesday night. She walked past me several times and didn’t notice me until I walked up to her. My grandfather likes it. I didn’t expect that. I got so much flack last time I made my hair dark that I didn’t expect a warm reception this time around. I’ll be seeing my grandmother today for the first time. She probably won’t like it. We’ll have to wait and see I guess. My hair still needs to be trimmed and I think another coat of colour. It’s so strange…you look at my hair and your eyes deceive you, it still looks blonde in places, but when I turn my head it’s clearly not blonde. Maybe it’s my imagination, but Rudi and Sarah see it too.

Rudi still hasn’t gotten used to being married to a brunette. I asked him this morning and he again said he prefers the blonde. I got a little huffy since this was kind of his suggestion in the first place and then he said ‘I don’t care. You changed your hair, not your heart’. Wow. Didn’t expect that. Sweet!

Our weekend to George draws ever nearer. We’ll be going the end of May to meet Nellie, Goliath and Daniel (the new arrival). I can’t wait! Speaking of waiting…I’m still waiting for my package to arrive…you know. The thing I ordered that I can’t talk about. Dying to try it out!

So tomorrow I’m back at work. Heaven help me. This leave was so short. At least now I have our weekend away in George to look forward to. After that…nothing. I cannot believe it is May already. On the 5th of May it will be 6 months since we lost James. It’s been a long road, but I have come out on the other side. I still get very sad sometimes and I do still cry, but it doesn’t occupy my thoughts every single waking moment as it once did. There is light at the end of the tunnel. Although I had wished that my happiness would stem from a new pregnancy, it has not.

The gynae predicted I would be pregnant by May or in May or around May or whatever. Again, only time will tell. I’m doing pretty well at not being upset about not being pregnant. I didn’t cry about it, I didn’t bite Rudi’s head off about it. A vast improvement.

Looks like Rudi has our day planned out for us. Going to watch Fast and Furious 4 at 12:15 and meeting my grandparents for lunch at the Spur at 5. Guess I’ve done enough chilling. Hmmm…breakfast beckons…

From blonde to brunette…

So last night Sarah and I got together and transformed me from a blonde to a brunette. Took less than an hour and here are the results:

My hair before:



This last one is going to my new profile pic for sure 🙂

What you think?

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The weeked turned out to be pretty cool. On Friday we went to braai (BBQ) at Lindor’s house. I went to make a turn at Sarah’s house as they were also having a party to which were invited. After returning to Lindor and having a bite I convinced Rudi that we should go to Sarah’s house to their party too. We ended up being the last people there (that rarely happens) and only got home around 2am.

The next morning…not so much fun. Tequila is the devil. I am *really* one of those people that the following saying applies to: One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, floor. I only had four shots of tequila and one bottle of wine stretched and shared over the entire evening, but that last Tequila…hit me between the eyes. I had a hangover of note on Saturday. I don’t think I’ve ever been so thirsty in my life! For some daft reason we decided to go and do grocery shopping on Saturday. What a freaking nightmare! We stood in a queue at Checkers for almost an hour just to pay! I was really grumpy! We did, however, also go and cash in the vouchers I won from @Dulcecafe on Twitter. They have competitions once a week on Twitter, sort of like a viral campaign and I won a R50 meal voucher and a 25MB wi-fi voucher. Pretty cool.

On Sunday it was our anniversary. Married for 2 years, together for 8. To think I was worried about beating Rudi’s record of 2 years with his ex (yeah I don’t know why I’m like that). She can suck it. WA HA HA HA. Rudi wished me just after I got up and I made him some breakfast. After church we went shopping for some fruit and veg and Beauty Queen and SLK invited us for lunch. Rudi was going to take me out to lunch anyway, so we went with them. After that we went to camera_obscura’s house and chilled there for a while.

We had an Apostle service on Sunday morning and the strangest thing happened. I heard a message for Sarah. It was quite weird because I often hear messages for myself and for Nellie (because Nellie and I talk about our faith and often hear things for each other), but for Sarah? The company Sarah is working for are liquidating and she had to go in on Monday to find out if she still has a job. The Apostle prayed for those who were on the verge of losing their jobs. I called Sarah and told her about it. The outcome? She kept her job AND got an increase. Yay for her! Speaking of Sarah, we’re hopefully going to pick out my new hair colour this evening and make it happen. Don’t worry…I’ll post photos.

Yesterday was a day of complete relaxation. We didn’t even leave the house. We lay on the couch and watched movies ALL DAY. We tried to watch all three Lord of the Rings movies, but only managed two. Probably because we stopped to cook and watch our regular programming on a Monday. I’m watching the last one now.

How I managed to lose a kilo through all of this eating and vegging is beyond me, but I will not complain.

Oh. I’m not pregnant.

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