Archive for May, 2009

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May 26, 2009

This is my beloved completing the Plymouth Half Marathon on Sunday.
shep running

I am green today, I chirp with joy like a cricket song..

May 23, 2009

I spent all day yesterday at the allotment run my my refugee agency. It was the long overdue planting and digging open day. In laymans terms that means we rounded up as many staff and service users as we could convince and dug over the plots and filled them with new baby veg plants.
The plot is on the hillside of Central Park in Plymouth and overlooks the city and the sea. It is windy and bright. I got sunburnt on my hands from working and on my collarbone as a perfect scoop neckline, broken up by the white space left by the chunky bronze heart necklace I was wearing. So classy! And I tease Shep for his farmer tan.
We have crops now of broad beans, rasberries, spuds, sweetcorn, tomoatoes, peppers and chilllies, butternut squash, peas, onions and garlic. There is also tons of other stuff that might not identify itself for a few weesk yet!

Meanwhile at Shep Towers my kitchen garden has been descimated by greenfly and I have lost one tub of tomatoes and all the bell and jalapeno peppers. I think my last remaining sunflower is also on its knees. I gave in and procured the spray fly killer but work up to a horrible chlorophyl smell and dead plants. I wanted to cry buckets over my first failing but spurred on by the allotment day out I am determined I will pick myself up and carry on. Shep ferried me to B&Q and I now have some new pepper and other assorted veg plants and a really posh wooden planter. There is also a piece in the Telegraph magazione today that makes me want an allotment of my own so much I can’t even tell you!


May 19, 2009

I had my scan at 21 weeks and apparently, I am the proud mother of a textbook baby. However, the little monkey had its legs crossed and its little hands around its ankles during the scan. The sonographer poked it with the scan thing and we saw it raises its hands to its face to protect it and I wanted to cry with guilt. Sonographer thinks its a girl but can’t say for definite.
So thats the news.

Meanwhile for all my worrying a few weeks ago the baby regularly wakes up and wriggles and kicks.

Dear Banana

May 12, 2009

I get to see you again tomorrow. I’m very excited. I think you are too since even right now at lunch time you’re wriggling about like an impatient puppy. I find out tomorrow whether you are a girl or a boy. (please be a girl……i’m just being honest).

ps. the two noisy people were your Dad and Grandma. They are excitable at best.

Dear Honeydew Melon

May 8, 2009

5 months today!

ps. Please stop beating me up from inside!

Clucking Bell

May 4, 2009

Ok so I have graduated the whinging about looking fat and not pregnant phase but this has just given way to the ‘i have nothing to wear!!!’ phase. Well its true.

I ventured out to buy bump friendly apparel quite a while ago now with posh friend who was visitng. I tried some jeans on in H&M Mamma with the nice stretchy bump cover, concluded they were quite reasonable and bought them, thinking i’d just repeat process out of necessity in the future.

OH NO!!!! This event was some kind of nasty fluke designed to trick me. Nice, narrow leg maternity jeans in H&M are now nowhere to be seen in the shop and they seem to now only cater for mummies who are sizes 18 and 20.

I have now been in every shop in Plymouth to peruse maternity items and come back with nothing. They either don’t stock or stock hideous. I even went in Dorothy Perkins but their wares included trousers with tapered ankles just like the kind my mother and her friends (who are all 60 plus) favour and I was frightened!

I have been all over the internet today looking for jeans. Top half garments are less of a problem. I got lots of things I like from who do maternity (yes, I was frankly amazed too!). Its just bottom halves. I have got a collection of linen/jersey/leggings type bottoms which are very nice but its either too cold to wear them much yet or they require tiny underwear which right now I just don’t have the patience for (or any which fits me).

What I want are straight leg or skinny jeans with over bump waists. I do not want bootcut (its not the 90’s!!) or baggy, boyfriend styles. (The bootcut ones piss me off more than anything – I wouldn’t wear them normally, why do I have to let myself down because I’m pregnant? I don’t wear navy or shop at GAP ok?)

I have another 2.5 months of work to get through before I can start slouching around wearing Shep’s clothes. My agency has a dress code because we work with alot of muslim families which involves a lot of covering up and sensible attire (actually I support this and its made me feel less vulnerable on many occasions). The way I manage this is by wearing jeans and big boots and swapping low necklines for brighter colours and more flamboyant accessories. So I need some good jeans!

Furthermore there seems to be some random politics about the waists on maternity jeans. If you are a mumsy, middle of the road shop you must sell lots of over bump waists with hideous old people jeans attached to them. If you are a young persons, trendy type shop you must only sell the under bump, horrible itchy looking wooly panel type maternity jeans. Unless you are H&M, in which case you must sell the desirable to SGT jeans but never have any in stock. That seems to be the law.

Magazines for pregnant ladies (I was surprised how much I liked some of these – more to them than womens glossies and at no point did they bang on about drinking more water or unrealistic diets) seems to be pushing this Isabelle Oliver brand of maternity gear – yes, its gorgeous but I’m not spending £110 on one pair of jeans I might wear for 3 more months, poke it.

I am now going to order a truckload of stuff from La Redoute and hope for the best.