Okay I Lied.

The tulips are out, Spring has sprung etc etc etc. I swear to god, every Wellingtonian under the age of 3 was at the Botanics last Sunday, and every knocked up chick as well. We're lucky we got a bench for our contemplative belly shots!



I know I look particularly vile here, but Tracy looks good and apparently IT'S ALL ABOUT HER...



This one I took this evening. She's in the horse-piddle, and since they're kind of low on beds, she's got a delivery suite all to herself for the duration. Hooray! Better than sharing. She's got strappy thingees on her tummy, the baby's heart-rate is all good, and I guess the only cloud for the silver lining is that we misread the other monitoring blip thing, and you do not, in fact, receive a taco if the taco reading goes over 70. Damn.



Oh yeah - Grandmary is still around. :)

And We're Off!

To the hospital, that is. Well - not quite yet. We're going in this evening. Next post: BABY PHOTOS...

Sometimes Tracy Gives Me Stuff For My Blog

This was emailed to me today from Tracy, who likes to participate.

"Today, when I queried mum about why there was a piece of boc choy in my saffron-milk, she said 'I'm like Edward Scissor-hands in the kitchen!'

I thought it was pretty funny."

Thanks Tracy - and welcome to the Blind Squirrel.

Aunty Jody Denied

41 weeks pregnant and nothing to show for it but thousands of cookies and a weeded garden. HARUMPH.

The other day, I was sitting in the lunch room at work staring out at the harbour, when my gaze was distracted by a man who had pulled into a parking space on the roof of the parking building across the street from us. He got out of his car, pulled his pants off, tried on a new pair of shorts and checked out his arse in his car window reflection! Obviously it wasn't quite the effect he was going for, because he whipped them off again and tried another pair - 4 different times! And he had tighty whities on.

Finally he found the perfect butt-hugging pair of shorts for the occasion, and happily jogged off! Man, you don't get to see a lot of Man-Butt in your working day. I feel very lucky.

Ha Ha Ha!

Quotes from Mum:

(watching Eminem music videos) "You know, those tattoos aren't cheap".

So we're currently at T (time) plus 4. Apart from the occasional complaint about wiggling or head grinding, there is NOTHING going on. Sigh.

GET ON WITH IT!

Tracy's 3 days overdue now, and it's boring AS. Lots of sighing and belly rubbing and trips to the hospital to monitor things, but no official Auntydom. This sucks. We have onesies for Africa, piles of nappies, a whole basket of booties, and no bub.

Two University Degrees

I haven't had a very good intelligence week...

First I attempted to polish my boots while wearing them (which, in my defence, always works for Tracy) and managed to get some polish on the bottom of one. Which I didn't notice until I walked across the carpet.

Then, I managed to throw an egg on the floor. It's too long to explain about that one, but I did actually have a plan in mind! It just didn't work out.

Yesterday, I zoned out on the bus and suddenly thought I was about to miss my stop, so I pole-vaulted over the poor woman sitting next to me and raced to the front of the bus, only to discover that it wasn't my stop. I apologised to the driver and said I was actually after the next stop, only to discover that the next one wasn't my stop either. He asked if I was lost, and I had to tell him no, and that I have lived in the neighbourhood for SEVEN YEARS. What a nong.

And then I got the IT Team's Dumb-Ass award at work for processing a couple of invoices twice. It took some sort of special scripty thing to fix, and they gleefully pointed out that the invoices WERE clearly stamped "Copy". Nobody likes a gleeful IT geek. Take note, IT geeks.