Now it just feels like gloating. My GF is bloating and I am gloating.
Watched Away We Go last night on video, being a huge Allison Janney fan and also really liking that nice young fellow John Krasinski when I saw him in It's Complicated, which I bloody LOVED.
Plus it is a baby-on-the-way film. I noticed they never talked to the baby or engaged with her. The pregnant character was about as pregnant as KT is and not once did they have a conversation interrupted by either "Baby's kicking ohmygod!" or "Baby hasn't kicked in ages, ohmygod!" Good film, but. Melanie Lynskey is in it for a bit -another old fave- and her character is a bit sad and then it is revealed that she had her fifth miscarriage last Thursday. I think a fifth misscarriage would drive me to amateur pole dancing, too. It still touches a real nerve, that story for other folks. It's beautifully dealt with in this movie.
I can't believe at all how far we've come. We changed biological mothers. We changed fathers. Would a natural disaster stop us? I have no steady income and my partnerr is leaving work in nine weeks! Baby on the way! Can't wait! This is the best story ever.
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
Sunday, 2 May 2010
viable pregnancy-baby
we got ourselves a baby in there, swimming around and kicking. 24 weeks and all's well.
Personally I am drinking like a fish for the last few months in the lead up to my own pre-coception health kick. We are also getting rid of a large amount of stuff so there is room for the bouncing baby. The pregnancy is going well. One thing we learned at the last scan was that the palcenta was over the cervix -which is dodgy for the birth and means if it doesn't move, kt has to have a caesar salad and she is a vegetarian apart from some fish oil of a morning. But usually they move and by all accounts the baby has kicked it out of the way.
this is a terrible post and i'm not fishing.
Personally I am drinking like a fish for the last few months in the lead up to my own pre-coception health kick. We are also getting rid of a large amount of stuff so there is room for the bouncing baby. The pregnancy is going well. One thing we learned at the last scan was that the palcenta was over the cervix -which is dodgy for the birth and means if it doesn't move, kt has to have a caesar salad and she is a vegetarian apart from some fish oil of a morning. But usually they move and by all accounts the baby has kicked it out of the way.this is a terrible post and i'm not fishing.
Sunday, 18 April 2010
BoyBandBaby
Gotta heaps lovely friend, B with a boy kid, W. B is up the duff with another boy. We got a boy nearly. Gonna start up a boy band.
22 weeks. Picked out a name and all 4 parents like it. Tick.
Putting a small shed in the backyard to store quite a lot of our stuff.
People often ask "have you got his room ready yet? " ahhhhh...he doesn't have a room. Does he need one?
He moves and wriggles and kicks a lot, which we love, and only adds to my dream of him being in a boyband.
22 weeks. Picked out a name and all 4 parents like it. Tick.
Putting a small shed in the backyard to store quite a lot of our stuff.
People often ask "have you got his room ready yet? " ahhhhh...he doesn't have a room. Does he need one?
He moves and wriggles and kicks a lot, which we love, and only adds to my dream of him being in a boyband.
Tuesday, 6 April 2010
Livin' on a Prayer
My friend B came round with her little boy W today. I minded W while his mother went off to audition for Homo and Gay. Top show. W is about two and a half and his mother has taught him to sing the theme song from The Muppet Show. It is a classy act and she is a classy broad. Looking after this amazing, joyful and obedient little boy made me very much look forward to raising my own one, and teaching him the same song and many others like it. I hope my son likes Sesame Street but I will disinherit him if he doesn't like The Muppet Show.
Oh, and BTW guys, we are at the HALFWAY THERE point. The baby is moving all the time. Well, continually, not continuously. I teach grammar at times and I like to put those two words in context.
Anyway, has anyone read much about The Continuum Concept? It's a 1960s parenting theory. I get that no matter how you raise your kid you are somehow going to put your mother's or your sister's or your mother-in-law's nose out of joint. Like, that is a total given, right? Like, even though you don't expect them to adhere too pedantically to your system and so it will hardly affect them at all...they will still take the way you parent personally. Weird.
SOO...in light of that, I figure we may as well piss as many people off as possible in the biggest freakin way possible by talking about and exploring the notion of attachment parenting.
Not really. I mean, yes, exploration of attachment parenting, but not really in such a beligerent way. I have beligerent moments but they are usually healthily exorcised and expressed on the M5 where they belong.
I like what I have read so far about The Continuum Concept and attachment parenting. I think it would be pretty hard not to everput the baby down because you might just have to put it's a great place to start and I reckon with four parents and many other fam members and sundries we could keep that baby in a sling and in arms relatively a lot. Plus the other thing you do id demand feed, which I am totally all about and so is the Mrs.
The Daddies, M and J are not mentioned a lot in this blog to protect their privacy, and because they don' t even know about it, so it's not fair to talk about them too much behind their backs. We see them about once a week and a real and lovely bond has grown in the year and four months that we have known them. They have their own very busy and very social lives and are very much looking forward to a son. So far discussions and arrangements have gone well, and we have agreed on the legal and parenting arangements with much discussion. It hasn't alsways been easy, but we are getting better at communicating, the four of us. And KT and I are getting super good at not sweating the small stuff.
We have not had the boys to ourselves since we learned the sex of our baby. When we do, we will talk about names. I'm excited about that. And a bit nervous.
Oh, and BTW guys, we are at the HALFWAY THERE point. The baby is moving all the time. Well, continually, not continuously. I teach grammar at times and I like to put those two words in context.
Anyway, has anyone read much about The Continuum Concept? It's a 1960s parenting theory. I get that no matter how you raise your kid you are somehow going to put your mother's or your sister's or your mother-in-law's nose out of joint. Like, that is a total given, right? Like, even though you don't expect them to adhere too pedantically to your system and so it will hardly affect them at all...they will still take the way you parent personally. Weird.
SOO...in light of that, I figure we may as well piss as many people off as possible in the biggest freakin way possible by talking about and exploring the notion of attachment parenting.
Not really. I mean, yes, exploration of attachment parenting, but not really in such a beligerent way. I have beligerent moments but they are usually healthily exorcised and expressed on the M5 where they belong.
I like what I have read so far about The Continuum Concept and attachment parenting. I think it would be pretty hard not to everput the baby down because you might just have to put it's a great place to start and I reckon with four parents and many other fam members and sundries we could keep that baby in a sling and in arms relatively a lot. Plus the other thing you do id demand feed, which I am totally all about and so is the Mrs.
The Daddies, M and J are not mentioned a lot in this blog to protect their privacy, and because they don' t even know about it, so it's not fair to talk about them too much behind their backs. We see them about once a week and a real and lovely bond has grown in the year and four months that we have known them. They have their own very busy and very social lives and are very much looking forward to a son. So far discussions and arrangements have gone well, and we have agreed on the legal and parenting arangements with much discussion. It hasn't alsways been easy, but we are getting better at communicating, the four of us. And KT and I are getting super good at not sweating the small stuff.
We have not had the boys to ourselves since we learned the sex of our baby. When we do, we will talk about names. I'm excited about that. And a bit nervous.
Monday, 29 March 2010
The Importance of Being Ernest
19 weeks. My lovely girlfriend is as happy as I have ever known her to be. Even on a rainy day, even when work is a bitch. And by happy I mean round.
But that's not what you want to hear. You want to hear about yesterday's scan. The baby is moving and growing and healthy and correctly shaped without a cleft palate and with a penis. So OM fucken G we are having a boy. Oh, boy.
I feel terribly excited because despite my open-minded, free-thinking, non-identity pushing, anti gender stereoptyping, hippy-femmo-lezo-zen-tofu loving, bong-smoking pretensions, I still can only properly relate to a person when I know what sex she or he is. There it is. I can't even grammatically refer to him or her without being incorrect ("them/they") or long-winded and awkward ("him or her"), or sexist ("him"). Now, I have often been grammatically incorrect, long-winded and awkward and sexist...but surely one must, in this instance, realise the importance of the -albeit borrowed-identity that gender lends one?
I was reading Oscar Wilde last night. He says"one" a lot, in that way. I find it hilarious.
Musical people are so absurdly unreasonable. They always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be absolutely deaf.
I am excited and delighted to think there is a boy in there and he will be our son. And he may well be terribly loud and boistrous but hopefully he will read Oscar Wilde a bit, too.
Either way we are going to train him to give us good cuddles by making a velcro suit that my mother thought up and sticking him to us.
We are also seriously researching slings.
But that's not what you want to hear. You want to hear about yesterday's scan. The baby is moving and growing and healthy and correctly shaped without a cleft palate and with a penis. So OM fucken G we are having a boy. Oh, boy.
I feel terribly excited because despite my open-minded, free-thinking, non-identity pushing, anti gender stereoptyping, hippy-femmo-lezo-zen-tofu loving, bong-smoking pretensions, I still can only properly relate to a person when I know what sex she or he is. There it is. I can't even grammatically refer to him or her without being incorrect ("them/they") or long-winded and awkward ("him or her"), or sexist ("him"). Now, I have often been grammatically incorrect, long-winded and awkward and sexist...but surely one must, in this instance, realise the importance of the -albeit borrowed-identity that gender lends one?
I was reading Oscar Wilde last night. He says"one" a lot, in that way. I find it hilarious.
Musical people are so absurdly unreasonable. They always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be absolutely deaf.
I am excited and delighted to think there is a boy in there and he will be our son. And he may well be terribly loud and boistrous but hopefully he will read Oscar Wilde a bit, too.
Either way we are going to train him to give us good cuddles by making a velcro suit that my mother thought up and sticking him to us.
We are also seriously researching slings.
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
18 weeks
Hi. There is still a baby in my girlfriend's belly and it gets bigger and bigger and bigger every day. Which rocks. KT is now 18 weeks pregnant and starting to feel gentle prods and pokes from the inside. Last night I went to sleep with my hand on the round bump and dreamt I could feel the movement from the outside. Or did it happen? I will never know. Then I dreamt on... From the various prods I could clearly see if it was a hand or a foot pressing outwards through the skin. Like in Alien. Then the baby pressed its little face against the inside and I could see the shape of it. Then the face got clearer and clearer and I freaked out a little bit.
The next scan is in about 5 days. If the universe wills it, we will learn about the male-female status. So the baby had better enjoy it last few days of having a pure, gender-free, identity-free existence. We need to get naming, so this will help. KT has a boy's name that comes from her family which just needs to be signed off by M and J, the daddies. She wore me down on it over the course of the last two years, so I'm in.
We have not discussed names with other people because once upon a time I was pregnant with our red herring Donor Dad and we (just him and me) thought Grover was a groovy name, like Grover Cleveland, the jazz muso. And then because of some little known kids show from the 70s, everyone was totally mean to us about it and really pleasant evenings with friends were unexpectedly ruined. People are cool with naming their child after Oscar the Grouch and Felix the Cat and Milo and Otis and Winnie the Pooh and Jack and the Beanstalk and Oliver Twist. You never hear "Oh don't call your son Oliver! He'll be teased at school because everyone will think of the little Dickensian orphan boy and start singing "who will buy?" whenever he walks past." No, because some parents pushed through on the grounds that the kid would have his own personality eventually and the connotations would fade and die. And now all you think is "Oh for christ's sake, not another fucking Oliver." I am, at times, a teacher of children, so I know how many Olivers there are. And, Hollies and Mollies and Tom Tom Toms. Not many Pollies, though. But then people would keep telling her to put the kettle on, so that's probably why. You have to be a bit of a pioneer with names, surely. Anyway, I don't want to use Grover --even though it is a fabulous, gorgeous name and I LOOOVE the friendly, furry little blue monster at the end of this book --so don't start in, I'm just making a point about not discussing names.
The next scan is in about 5 days. If the universe wills it, we will learn about the male-female status. So the baby had better enjoy it last few days of having a pure, gender-free, identity-free existence. We need to get naming, so this will help. KT has a boy's name that comes from her family which just needs to be signed off by M and J, the daddies. She wore me down on it over the course of the last two years, so I'm in.
We have not discussed names with other people because once upon a time I was pregnant with our red herring Donor Dad and we (just him and me) thought Grover was a groovy name, like Grover Cleveland, the jazz muso. And then because of some little known kids show from the 70s, everyone was totally mean to us about it and really pleasant evenings with friends were unexpectedly ruined. People are cool with naming their child after Oscar the Grouch and Felix the Cat and Milo and Otis and Winnie the Pooh and Jack and the Beanstalk and Oliver Twist. You never hear "Oh don't call your son Oliver! He'll be teased at school because everyone will think of the little Dickensian orphan boy and start singing "who will buy?" whenever he walks past." No, because some parents pushed through on the grounds that the kid would have his own personality eventually and the connotations would fade and die. And now all you think is "Oh for christ's sake, not another fucking Oliver." I am, at times, a teacher of children, so I know how many Olivers there are. And, Hollies and Mollies and Tom Tom Toms. Not many Pollies, though. But then people would keep telling her to put the kettle on, so that's probably why. You have to be a bit of a pioneer with names, surely. Anyway, I don't want to use Grover --even though it is a fabulous, gorgeous name and I LOOOVE the friendly, furry little blue monster at the end of this book --so don't start in, I'm just making a point about not discussing names.
So we probably have a boy name; we have a couple of girl names on the list, and we are almost ready to buy a big sexy washing machine for nappies. The washing machine will be called a Speed Queen. Yep. You can do lines off the top of it. Which you need when you have a first baby and you're using cloth nappies. We don't have the nappies yet. We are researching nappies.
We are also saving money because we are going to lose our main income when KT leaves her job in July. No paid maternity leave. I am doing some work and things are good right now, but the sporadic nature of my freelance stuff means we are instigating a fabulous saving plan so we can buy the nappies and also pay rent till KT satrts taking in some editing jobs at home. Bit like taking in washing. She does the ironing & mending for a bit extra.
We are also saving money because we are going to lose our main income when KT leaves her job in July. No paid maternity leave. I am doing some work and things are good right now, but the sporadic nature of my freelance stuff means we are instigating a fabulous saving plan so we can buy the nappies and also pay rent till KT satrts taking in some editing jobs at home. Bit like taking in washing. She does the ironing & mending for a bit extra.
Monday, 8 February 2010
TRIMESTER TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Go on, cry.
What you're looking at here is a PERFECT 12 week foetus. Yesterday's scan was the nuchal one which for us was mostly about was there going to still be a heartbeat (apart from mine that was beating for Australia) and was the baby going to be growing at the right rate. The nuchal news tells you about chances of Down's and possibly some other syndromes, which for us was obviously important as we would need all the prep we could get on that kind of baby, but we were honestly just so wanting it to be alive (with no "real" reason to have been thinking otherwiswe.)
It even has a brain with two hemispheres. It is a very pretty baby, I think, from the profile, despite the face that you can see its brain. I wondered for a split second "is it ok that the baby is transparent?". Then I realised that so was my darling GF KT and she was fine. The magic of it all. Doctor very happy. Dads very happy. Mums very happy and relieved. Grannies pissing selves. We know we are not home and hosed but we realise now that we never actually will be ever again home or hosed.
Baby does have arms and legs, despite appearances. Sex tbc. Again not important at all to me as I am such a free thinking liberal minded groovy unlabelled yummy mummy to be. But important to daddies and helpful with naming by committee so we might know in a couple months.
Bonza, eh?
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