I'm not Glowing!

I'm really not. I've been accused of this crime twice now, despite threatening to hit those involved. I can accept that i have now unfortunately begun to 'show' and some people seem to think i am also glowing. I disagree with this as when i think of glowing, i think of the glow worm toys we had as a child which suggest 'glowing' is similar to a plastic, pink, fluffy, muted, light bulb- if you know anything about me you will realise these words don't quite fit my image. Can anyone spread a more positive image of a pregnant glow?

In other news, i now look like a barrel around my waste, its a little scary as the bulge is right up to under my rib cage, it feels like in a few days my bulge will be reaching my chest and from there its not far to go for my throat!

Xss and I went for dinner the other night at Fire and Stone (the BEST pizza place in town) and whilst strolling through Covent Garden and appreciating the loveliness of London, we brought a few things. So Starbucks now has a Guns 'n' Roses t-shirt and two hoddies (one black, one white). I guess every parent is charged with buying and providing for their children until they are old enough to make their own preferences known. From what i know about Starbucks so far he likes:
Black
Stripy clothes
Guns 'n' Roses
bright colours
Potato
Play fighting
Ice cream
pirates
Norwich City
Trainers
Blue October
Mexican food
Football
Dr. Seuss

I wonder what he'll like when he's older, he'll probably end up as a complete conformist with a sensible haircut and a preference for polished shoes.

Food Glorious Food

Did i tell you the human life growing in me is called Starbucks temporarily? until he comes outside to meet us all. Starbucks has changed my body immensely already, my whole digestive track slowed down the day i found out i was pregnant, he gives me back ache despite being a fit and healthy kick boxer the week before, and bizarrely enough, he's completely overtaken my sense of taste- gone are the days when i enjoyed deep fried shrimp and a mug of tea with dipped in chocolate, the very thought makes me feel sick. Part of the current problem is that Starbucks appears to like very few foods, and has also turned me off lots of the nice healthy things i also liked to enjoy.

In summary food Starbucks likes (and this is pretty much exclusive):
Chips (but not too fatty ones- more like oven chips)
mash potato
crisps
cheese
milk
steak
apples
McDonald's Big Mac
And i often dream of the food i used to serve at Pedro's the Mexican restaurant in Norwich where you were required to wear a sombrero to eat your whole meal! quality.

Food Starbucks hates:
Tea!!
coffee
lettuce
carrots
chocolate
soup
vegetables

So is this official cravings? If so why don't they tell you that you get 'loathings' as well. i already feel like my body has been hijacked, how will i cope when he's clinging on to me screaming for my milk? Perhaps once he's out i can settle myself with tea and chocolate once again, and the world will be at rights once more :)

Oh the wonderful things Mr Seuss can do...

As we were sitting at lunch today with Big sis and Chess, and our baby nephew, the conversation inevitably turned towards our baby and plans we are making. Which made us think of all the plans we are not making. It is only 12 weeks after all. But then if you re-frame that, we are a third of the way there, and I'm only going to get bigger and more awkward. So this afternoon i was motivated to get going, well thinking at least. I'd like a nice nursery room: Which is a shock as i am rock and roll and always thought that i'd be happy with my baby sleeping in a cardboard box and bathing in a bucket (like my baby-parent friends at uni). But shock horror i am wanting all the 'luxuries' for this baby! - (that's not to say that i wont try to go mostly for secondhand 'luxuries'.)

In consultation with Xss we have agreed on a Dr Seuss theme for the baby's room. I've researched the material online so i plan to make some blankets and sheets, and cot padding things with it. What is a nicer way to welcome it than to make stuff for it.

I also looked up Dr Seuss quotes to put on the wall. There are several really good ones (see below). One of the many things i love about Seuss, other than his rhyming arrangement, is the way that his books explore some really complicated themes in a very simple manner. There's The Sneetches which tackles racism, The Lorax- Capitalism and environmentalism, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas- consumerism and materialism and lastly according to Wikipedia Horton Hears A Who which apparently deals with the bombing of Hiroshima! But they are not dark and are highly understandable.

Here's the quotes i am considering putting on the baby's wall:

'I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living'

' You have brains in your head, and feet in you shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where you go'

'A person's a person no matter how small'

'Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. Its not.'

and best for a sleepy baby; ' You'll miss the best things if you keep your eyes shut'.

My Newest Adventure

Sorry its been so long since I've written on here, its not that I've had nothing to say, but more that i don't know how to say it. Since Xss and I have now travelled the world, and survived, we are a stronger team than ever. This October marks 10 years since we met and started sending carefully planned invites through comedically worded texts to each other resulting in copious amounts of snogging. Over this decade we have entwined with each other and shaped ourselves along the way (something that used to make me binge all night with fear, but when you are here and equally committed its not so bad).

Ok, enough gushing, but having got this base firmly established we feel that we are ready to start our family. Our next big adventure. So now world travelling has been replaced with baby making; temporarily. I am now 11 weeks pregnant, and full of anxiety for the future. Am i going to turn into someone who puts babies in blue nappies being delivered by storks all over my blog? Am i going to talk about breast feeding and cracked nipples to the cashier at Morrison's? Will i think my music taste will make my child demonic and ban all talent and apathy from my home!

Well, for the moment i have turned into a tired, burping machine. I feel like i can complain about the negative side effects of pregnancy as next time, I'll have to suck it up and get on with it, because I'll already have another child who wont patiently listen. But this time- well why not be accurate with my experiences, i know there is a club i am joining which says there are certain things you shouldn't share with the uninitiated (or unpregnated here) but well I'm not willing to prescribe to the 'isn't pregnancy wonderful and noble' image just yet. I am so tired i have to nap for half an hour after work each day, this has seriously curbed my going out behaviour, but luckily the timing coincided with several friends getting serious about their boys and wanting to be home more too. I only feel sick when i am tired or hungry, which is almost all the time i am awake. 'People' say this will be over soon, so I'm riding each day out sitting on the sofa burping and being fed by Xss, concentrating on not being sick. Glowing- i think not.

P.S Spinster keep this under your hat until i've finished applying for my SW training course