Sunday, December 17, 2006


Bad blogger…
I’ve been so caught up in other stuff I have not written… and the longer I didn’t write, the longer I didn’t write… it’s one of those things it just gets worse.

Not that there’s nothing to write about…. Just that it’s maybe not your typical bloggin’ material. Or maybe, in fact, it is.

See, it involves something kind of big and terrifically tiny.

Something very normal, so normal in fact that it happens everywhere and all the time, and now days, age is less and less of an issue. Yet, it’s extraordinary and life changing.

Normal and life changing. Tiny and Huge. Common and Extraordinary. Unique yet as old as humanity itself.

… I’m growing a person. Currently it looks like a bean. Inside my belly. One centimeter big but it’s a revolution.


Well, physically; I have fever, my stomach feels like I’ve turned into Father Christmas and my intake of calories is impressive.

I can also tell you that some of those lady like manners, well, there are times, they just have to go. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do… what can I say? It’s nature. And I wouldn’t know what beer belching is like – not a beer person – but I’m all for making yourself feel better when you feel like you’re going to burst.

The funny thing is, you just know something is up. I felt it happen believe it or not, I don’t care, hubs can testify.
I knew something had happened, the moment it happened.

Then I knew for a few weeks.

Then, I knew as I waited the minute or two for the Clear Blue test to tell.

And I knew as I drove to the doctor’s (ha! The gyno! I do have to tell you about that… maybe in another post).

And then, once you really know, (the urine test, the blood test, the ultra sound and the doctor have told you and you’ve kind of began to understand what is happening), you tend to forget.

So much so, that while you’re in the middle of reading a book, or getting out of a car, you suddenly think: “Why the hell do I feel so damn tired, and like I weigh a ton and a half?” And then it hits you: you’ve got a baby bean inside your belly.

You wake up in the middle of the night, your bladder calling and hungry, thinking: “You've got to be kidding! I had pasta 4 formaggi a few hours ago!”

What can I say, you’re sharing your body, your food intake & your disposable energy. It takes some getting used to. I guess it’s all part of the training.

I’m the impatient type, but maybe the 9-month period is not a minute too long.

Oh, the BB? You decide. Here are a few options:


Big Belly

Baby Bean

Brigitte Bardot (ahem!)

Big Busted (did I mention that hormones do that to you?)

But(t) Babe (that's the food!)


Marko said...

Congratulations and best of luck!

small foot said...

Cool I am really happy for you and your husaband... I am pretty sure you will be a good mother. Just avoid the south african boarding side ;-) ... but more than that; just enjoy being a mother... without thinking or planning or anything... just instincts!

Anonymous said...

hello dear

well i have the same news! yes 7 weeks in my case, so we can share our experiences when you return from holiday..

xx meryem

Sandra said...

I'm so HAPPY for you! Congrats to A. as well - he must be over the moon! ;-)
Looking forward to catching up!

J. said...

Catching up with the blogs after a month of in-transit hell...Congratulations!!! And thanks for the sane advice re: London. We're living outside the city now, and, phooey, do I want in! I don't think I'm cut out for weekend Wellie wearing, but, we'll see...