Archive for February, 2009

Guitar Baby


There’s a saying about lesbians and guitars. I don’t know what it is exactly, but it’s never stopped me from referring to it on many occasions. Usually in our social circle it’s a reference to a boring party or something like – “It was a bit lesbians-with-guitars-singing-Kumbaya”. I guess that is one of the side effects of having too many drag queens in your social circle – anything remotely folksy is immediately dubbed “Kumbaya-ish”.

But truthfully L and I love music – all kinds of music. And we really, really love lesbians with guitars. We love straight girls with guitars too. So when we were at the pub for dinner tonight with L’s parents and heard the live act warming up, we decided to drop off the parents and come back to watch the gig. This also could have been partly because my father-in-law told us over dinner how we wouldn’t be able to go out much once the baby arrives. Why run screaming for the hills when you can run straight back to the pub to hear girls and guitars.

So we watched this girl-with-guitar who was fantastic and in between songs we wrote plans for our “baby warming” (another story) on the back of coasters. We talked about our plans, we listened to great music, we giggled at the sight of the musos mums and aunties rocking out on the dance floor during the encore and L got kicked all night long. Seems we’ve got a guitar loving baby on our hands. Hmm, perhaps we shouldn’t have laughed – we could be those mums rocking out to our own guitar baby one day. Just as long as there is no Kumbaya!


A Room for Our Baby

Despite my best intentions of being totally organised before returning to work in January, the nursery was the one room I didn’t complete in my “nesting” blitz. L has been encouraging me to finish it, but I have struggled to find time and motivation.

But after our last scan on Valentine’s Day, I realised the time had come. So with some help from Aunty S who came to visit from the UK, this is now the room for our baby.

Little Corner Pic

Little Cot Pic

Little Wall Pic

Little Drawer Pic

We are still waiting for white wooden venetians to be fitted, and the white feeding chair to sit under the shelf, and once the baby is born we will add some blue or pink accents as well as the baby’s name is white wooden letters above the cot. But other than that, it is finished. And we couldn’t be happier.

A Loveheart For Valentine’s Day


L and I don’t really get into Valentine’s Day much. We usually exchange cards and maybe head out for dinner or a movie, but mostly we think it’s commercial and not at all romantic. So today’s Valentine’s Day outing will be hard to beat in the years to come – we spent our morning at the scanning clinic watching our baby’s heart beat. It might have been in black and white, with questionable directing and definitely no Dolby Digital Sound, but that little screening was better than Love Actually, Catch Me if You Can or any other cheesy movie we’ve seen on February 14th in previous years. Update from sonographer was that our baby’s heart is perfect, and everything else was looking good. We didn’t get a 3D of the face today though – baby was playing hide-and-seek with the “paparazzi” and kept hiding behind it’s hands. Typical.

We headed off for a lazy lunch at our favourite local cafe, and then stopped to check out a sleep monitor at the baby shop. It is starting to feel very real now, and I am suddenly desperate to get everything organised. One of our friends who has been living overseas for the last couple of years came over tonight. She and her ex-partner were very close friends of ours when they lived here and we haven’t seen either of them since they separated last year. We seriously had such a fantastic time. We spent hours and hours just talking and laughing and catching up. She and I spent most of the evening painting the nursery and putting up the feature wall decal L and I ordered from the states months ago. By the time she left after midnight, we’d put most of the nursery back together (pics later), as well as crammed in 2 years of friendship and love into 8 hours. I am so sad to see her go again, but L and I planted a seed of thought that she might need to meet us in New York for Christmas next year. Who could resist that, right?

Is That a Foot or Are You Just Happy to See Me?


On Friday night L and I went scrapbooking with four of our besties. We have been totally slack scrapbookers – we haven’t even properly photo-journalled this pregnancy. I mean, one “bump” photo in 21 weeks? Pathetic, I know. Our scrapbook room is upstairs which gets ridiculously hot during summer and so between that, L being tired frequently and our new swimming pool, scrapbooking hasn’t been high on the list of priorities. But we agreed to go to a scrapping with the girls (and our boy bestie B) and what a fantastic night we had. I achieved absolutely nothing – ok, I made two invitations for our “baby warming” (another story) but really, most of the night I just talked and laughed and had a ball catching up with awesome people.

The night was already a hit – especially when one lady loudly announced to B that he was a “game man” for coming scrapbooking. Unfortunately the girls misheard her and thought she said “gay man” and fits of giggles were heard throughout the shop. Needless to say, “You’re game” was the catch-cry for the rest of the evening. But then the night got even better – after going on the dinner run, L came up to me with a huge smile on her face and took my hand and pressed it onto her stomach – and I felt our baby for the very first time! There was a little foot (we are assuming it was a foot) pushing against my hand – I was so overwhelmed. Then everyone else came running for a feel – luckily L is very accommodating and was quite happy to let them all poke and prod her. While I was watching them all fuss around her, I thought about how perfect it was that our bub made an appearance while we were with these friends. I couldn’t have picked better people to share it with us – we are truly blessed having them in our lives.

Special mention goes to Aunty J for most inappropriate (but hilarious) comment of the night – “Scrapbooking is really like Nanna’s Night Out”. Haha – just the thing to announce loudly in a room full of older women. 😀

Eye of the Storm

L and I are both planners. In fact, we had already decided most of our pregnancy and parenting plans long before we started trying to have a baby. We were going to get pregnant first time, have a lovely relaxing pregnancy congratulating ourselves that all our preparations meant we could just wait for our precious baby to arrive. And it would be a Libran baby of course (like both of us). We had names picked out, nursery themes in mind, lists of potential music to be played during our labour, potential godparents (or whatever the non “god” version of that is) chosen, and our path ahead was very clear. We like it like that.

Obviously, the universe had the last laugh about that. Nothing has gone according to plan. We didn’t get pregnant first time obviously. This pregnancy has been high risk, very stressful and anything but relaxing. Starsign is still undecided – but money is on Gemini, Cancer or possibly even Taurus depending on when our bub makes an appearance. The names we originally picked (and loved for years) no longer feel like they belong to this baby, we no longer love the colours of the nursery that we’ve lived with for the last 4 years, music choices have been overlooked in favour of discussions about private vs public hospital and delivery methods. Don’t even get me started on godparents/non godparents.

I was looking at our nursery tonight. This is actually the second version of this nursery we’ve had. We originally picked the colours and furniture when we lived in our old house and had it painted and ready to go before we even started trying. Then in the middle of our first round of IUI, we moved (somewhat unexpectedly) and I was determined that it be the first room in the new house that was finished. Although the colours didn’t look as good with the carpet (old house had gorgeous floorboards) we loved this room and all that it represented. But somewhere along the line it became the white elephant in the corner of our house. It became a dumping ground, we kept the door shut, and tried not to think about what was missing. Not a cot, not stuffed toys or tiny little clothes, but a baby of our own. The whole reason that room existed.

So I thought when L finally got pregnant I would be desperate to get in and sort it out ready for our baby. After our 12 week scan when we started telling people, I thought about the nursery a lot. I sat in there at night while L was sleeping, and I tried to imagine our baby in there. But I just couldn’t. It doesn’t feel real yet, even after 3 scan and a definite baby bump starting to show. I don’t like the wall colour anymore, but I can’t pick anything that doesn’t clash with the carpet (which we will get rid of eventually, but not before bub arrives). So I decided to start on the clothes.

So in the middle of our ridiculously messy nursery (see picture below),

that I need to completely empty, redecorate and set up ready for our precious baby’s arrival – there is this.
Newborn nappies, wipes, paw paw cream and dummies – the ones with star patterns on them of course!
Endless socks, bibs and hats! I think we have so many because they were the only things we could keep buying without knowing the gender. So perhaps it is lucky we are having a June baby – I am not sure how much use we’d get out of 50 pairs of socks and even more little hats if we were having a summer baby!

I can’t wait to use all these things we’ve collected in anticipation! But really, that nursery needs some work doesn’t it? 🙂