You know you've become too ardent a blogger when you start feeling vaguely guilty just because one day you were too busy (and not really in the mood) to put up a post. And yes, since I'm talking about myself, I will use the less negative "ardent" in favour of the "rabid" which was how the sentence originally started out in my head.
Lots to tell, actually. I rather believe yesterday was one of those life-changing days your horoscope promises you with unfailing regularity every morning. After a frantically busy day at office, I was picked up in the evening by Ma and M'khurima (a.k.a. Cousin T's mum) and carted off to the gynae. The USG results were all ok, and you can actually see the kid in them, which, as you can imagine, is pretty cool.
To be strictly truthful, after I saw the kid in the scan everything else became a bit of a blur in an unimportant world. Talk of bonding with a plastic sheet! But I wasn't the only one, heh. When V checked it out later that night he had just the same goofy grin on his mug.
Anyway, the doc said all's ok, blah blah, eat properly, blah blah, oh and hmm, what's this I see, your placenta's slipped down, ok we must put that right with a bit of rest, so no office for you for 2 months, hmm?
This is why I go to her, because I honestly would freak out if any other doctor just took my world in that casual way and shook it so hard. Just like that. But her I trust. Anyway, it turns out -- folks who are unduly squeamish skip the next few lines -- that when the placenta slips down it's at greater threat of having pressure put on it when I move around. The baby'll be ok, but the placenta might bleed and then I'll be losing blood, which, I can tell you without referring to any doc at all, is never ok by me. Plus, I guess, with a damaged supply line, the kid won't be all that happy. Anyway, none of this has happened, and to avoid this, I'm being parked in the garage for the next two months, not to be taken out much.
That pretty much changes my life as I currently know it, but I don't think I'm complaining. I've felt so tired of late and I guess it's shown on the blog too, where I keep whining. When I created my Orkut profile last week I used the picture of Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout taking the garbage out as my profile pic. I guess I don't mind the rest. It'll give me all the time in the world to
(in no particular order of priority)
1) Put my darling flat to rights. It's been waiting a month and a half and I haven't even unpacked all my books yet.
2) Watch all those movies
3) Get the internet and cable tv connections installed
4) Read the books I married V for
5) (blushing slightly -- well, ok, I would blush if I knew how to) Er, finish embroidering those funny table napkins I meant to give V as a wedding gift
6) Figure out how to use my sewing machine. It was a wedding gift and I pretty much adore it but I haven't the faintest idea how to load the thread so that it doesn't snag from time to time. Then I can stitch stuff for the baby as well as alter my trousseau to fit my new shape. *Sigh*
7) Actually cook. Now that I'm doing it more often, I enjoy it if I'm not hurried. And since I have awesome cook genes in me, I might as well bring them to the fore now.
8) Watch tv. I haven't followed a single show or caught anything I wanted to catch in over a year. That's true, believe it or not.
9) Sort out my clothes. Lots of old stuff I don't think is worth keeping around for a whole year more. Anybody know any deserving charities in Cal who'd have any use for the kind of clothes I wear? Drop me a line.
10) Spoil V. The poor man's been as overworked and generally stressed out as I, and I do know that, and I'd really like to make things a bit easier for him. I know I can when I have the time.
You all do know what this list is for, right? This is for chuckling over in six months' time when I can pretty much see half of it remaining undone. I am phenomenally lazy when I can afford to be. So projects 1, 2, maybe even 6 and 9 may well remain but the gleams they currently are in this mother's eye. Oh well, can't win 'em all.
More later. Oh, and don't be surprised if I go off the air for a while after Friday. Like I said, we don't have the 'net at home yet.