Yesterday, I was supposed to go out for dinner with my best mate. I had it all planned out. I was going to cook Obi's favourite meal (Spaghetti - yuck!) and he'd come home and have a nice man evening watching Dexter (because that shit distresses me, and I've asked him not to watch it if I'm home) while I was out eating free pancakes with my mate who I haven't seen since the last solstice. So there I was cleaning the kitchen so I could mess it up again and my phone rings. It's work. I nearly said no. But, they almost never call me in anymore because pregnancy makes you some kind of invalid and she sounded really desperate. So I said yes. It was only when I hung up the phone that I realised she'd only given me half an hour's notice. I guess that explains the desperation, who else is going to get there on time if the chick across the road can't? It felt really good to help out.
Plus, I was feeling pretty pathetic. Obi left for work at 8am and within the hour I was missing him terribly and just wanted him to come home. Actually - all I wanted is for him to come home and take off his shirt, and for me to be able to lay on him chest to chest and maybe make out or nap or something - which has to remain a fantasy for a few more weeks, because I can't lay on my belly and even if I could I'd crush the poor bastard. Anyway, so I figured going into work would actually get me home and in his arms faster than saying no to the shift and going out for dinner. Hello hormones.
Thinking of work, I seem to have an abundance of shifts this week, and then next week, I've got like 11 hours >.> so I'm hoping I can get a shift extension in there somewhere. It'll be my last week, so I may as well work as hard as I possibly can.
I'm 37 weeks now, which is technically full term. I feel that's quite an achievement, seeming one in four pregnancies end in loss. Granted, there's still time for something to go wrong, but I'm doing my best to not focus on that.
The holiday season is finally sorted too, so that's a weight off my mind. I just need to call and book. Actually, I should make a list of shit that I need to get done... but yes. The plan depends a bit on Obi's work. Christmas eve is on the Monday - so we don't know if his work will make everyone come in for just that one day or not. There tend not to be many film deadlines at Christmas time, luckily. So, if they give the Monday off, we will hire a car the Friday or Saturday before and drive down to Melbourne to spend Christmas with my half sister and her kids, then her family and us will drive half way back home on Boxing day and we'll meet up with Bec and Chris to go camping for three days. Then Bec and Chris can travel back to Melb with Angie, and Obi and I can go home and rest for couple of days before his parents descend on us.
If Obi doesn't get the Monday off, we'll spend the Christmas just us three, and then travel down for camping on the boxing day. Sorted!
And yes, I know how ambitious this sounds with a newborn. There'll be time to regret it later lol. Plus, if we do go to Melb, we can make several stops to visit people on the way, which will be quite nice.
Because I'm here, I'll make my list here.
Shit to do:
- Message Jess to go to yoga at least once this week. Then actually go.
- Call camp grounds, book space, inquire about cabin for Angie.
- Visit Bec, take spare baby quilt.
- Meet up with Rosser for pancakes.
- Go to Centrelink and apply for Paid Parental Leave.
- Fill prescriptions for baby's vitamin K and Anti-D.
- Buy nappy bucket. And freezies and bendy straws for labour.
- Get junk food for Halloween.
Yay for being organized. And for Halloween. Trick or treaters (the few we get over here) don't come to units, but I can dress up spooky and sit outside and fatten up the children as they walk past. I think I'll carve a watermelon again this year. Yes yes, I know pumpkins are traditional, but it's a bloody waste of money. The big orange American pumpkins are stupidly expensive, and you can't actually eat any of it. Watermelon however, is in season and tastes good. You scoop out all the eatable parts, then carve the rest. Still looks creepy, but there's no waste. It's win win.
And that's enough of that ramble, shower should be hot now! Hope everyone's day is going well.
Pumpkins cost only a few bucks a piece here but since Frank and I live in the sticks and won't have any trick or treaters, we were not motivated to get any pumpkins this year.