18 April 2011
Wow. I finished something! These photos are attempts at snapping my own head.
I made up this pattern for a friend, whose pretty head I could picture in this mega chunky beanie. It turned out a little large and has some little mistakes in it, so I might just need to keep this one or give it to the husband to wear.
I still have not been back into the sewing room - I struggle calling it studio because it looks a lot more like a primary school craft enclosure. Everytime I go in there I just feel foggy brained and overwhelmed. Turns out I am rather anaemic so that might explain the general fogginess. The good thing about having to go to the doctors so much is listening to the little heart beat at every visit. I just love lying there listening to the little heart sounds. I felt some little kicks the other day too. I want more of those, but this baby is a snoozer. Just like its mother it's taking things slowly.
12 April 2011
I was laughing all the way to New Zealand and back. Except when I had to walk miles down to a cove, the bottom of the path had been torn off my a tornado, and I had to lower myself down some muddy cliffs hanging on to a piece of rope.
Important fact: When taking boat trips, and you usually don't get seasick, you are likely to get seasick when pregnant. When approaching this "world famous hole in the rock" on the boat, I had just eaten a Kit Kat and also had a ginger beer.
By the time the (insane) person steering the boat approached the world famous hole in the rock and drove us right through it, the Kit Kat and ginger beer re-emerged unpleasantly.
It is not really advisable to fly when pregnant when flying is something you hate doing when not pregnant.
On the way back, I started feeling very nauseous and woozy, and the nice flight attendant put me on some oxygen and told me that "every pregnant woman gets like this" and that "I probably shouldn't travel". I replied: "Actually it was the smell of your plane food that made me feel sick".
True story. It was the lamb my husband was eating merrily that to me smelled like microwaved feet. It tipped me over the edge.
Ah it's so nice to be home.