Or, a legend in my own lunch hour, as Ma would say.

Either way... I got suckered into buying these individual yogurts the other day, because they came with free frozen-yogurt-pop makers. So I got one in every flavour (you had to get five to get the free gift - or you could buy the gift outright, but it was worth more than 5 yogurts) including plain. Greeks make the best yogurt, btw. Anywhoo, they are good, but I was dying to try the plain one, because in my opinion there's way too much flavour in the fruit ones. So just now I cracked open the plain and stuck a huge scoop in my face....

... And it was god awful!! I guess they were serious about that no artificial sweetener crap hey? I was pretty disappointed. And still hungry. So, I look in the fridge to see if I have something to fix this.. and hello there Maple syrup! It was really really good. And I don't think that's the pregnancy talking, because I usually buy honey flavoured yogurt and there's not much different between honey and maple. *Nods to herself* I'm tempted to go and get more, luckily I'm too lazy to bother.

This isn't just a blog about food though.

My midwife just left. She's so funny. Anyway, the good news on that front is she's going to jump through the government's hoops and keep her registration. Which doesn't affect me at all for this birth - but it means that (assuming she does a good job, and I have no reason to think she wont) I can call her for my next pregnancy too. I was worried I'd have to go through the process of finding a new midwife for the next birth. (Yes, I like to plan in advance )
On top of that, I'm fine, and my fetus is fine (though measuring small by two weeks). Everything is good. I see her again in two weeks, and then it's weekly visits until the baby falls out. (And daily visits after that)

She's also been kind enough to give the hospital and the council (the health one that she has to answer to) my later EDD. See, in the beginning, they gave me a due date of the 21st - which I thought was way off, but it's on my records so whatever. Then the next scan they adjusted my dates due to the size of the baby and all that good stuff. But, what it means is that if I go overdue of my first EDD it wont matter, I wont have the hospital calling me and hassling me to induce etc etc. So, pretty happy with her foresight on that one.

In other news, I found homes for all the damn terry cloths (in three different places, there were just that many!)and organised the rest of everything else. I've got to get all those great photos printed, I'm just holding out for Tanja's But that'll take no time, seeming the print place is across the street. I have one final load of baby related washing, and then I'm done. DONE!

You know, except for the cleaning, and setting up birth space and stuff. But whatever.

Thinking of cleaning..

There has been this terrible smell in my kitchen. And I couldn't find it. I've been taking the bin out up to twice a day because I thought it was that. (Pregnancy heightens your sense of smell like crazy, did you know?) But then I'm standing there doing the dishes and they reek... But, they have not been there that long. There's no reason for the smell. I haven't cooked fish or eggs or anything that leaves a stink... Anyway, I finish the load and I'm scrubbing down the benches, and I start washing the outside of my kettle because it's grubby as... and that's when I realise... there's still water in the kettle. And it's stagnant.

How freaking gross is that?!

See, Obi doesn't drink tea or instant coffee. And I've stopped drinking tea because of the caffeine restrictions and because it was making me queasy. But no bastard thought to empty the kettle did they? So I tipped it out and started boiling vinegar in there, and now my house smells less like swamp and more like salad. Small triumphs for housewives.

Back on the genius front...

I bought sheets the other day. See, I only owned one set but needed more because 1) Obi's parents will likely need sheets - or at least one for modesty because likely they wont need blankets while they are here. And 2) because I might want to labour on my bed at some point, and then afterwards I'm not going to want to sleep in the filth or want to do a load of washing right away. In fact - I doubt I'm even going to want to change the sheets after having a baby.

So, I stripped the bed and washed everything, and then when I made it back up, I put the new sheets on first, then a mattress protector, and then the sheets we're currently sleeping on! Voila! Now, If I make a mess on the bed (water break during sleep, or labour, or boob leakage, or the baby poos on me as soon as it comes out - don't laugh, it happens!) I just rip off the top sheets and the protector, and I have a nice fresh bed already made underneath.

Mwahaha. I did this for the baby's cot too. Because I'll be damned if I'll be changing sheets if it vomits on itself in the middle of the night.

Fun fact of the day: It's better for your baby to be on the left. Babies spin as they come down the birth canal, but they only spin in one direction, so a baby on the left has a shorter labour than a baby on the right because a baby starting on the right has further to turn. Who knew?

That got my midwife and I speculating. If babies only turn one way, clockwise (I think! But I'm dyslexic and have trouble visualizing which way is which), and that's the way water spins... do babies spin the opposite direction in the northern hemisphere?

Anyway, that's enough of my ramble for today!