Archive for March, 2009

A Whole Lot Nervous

Ok so we were the only lesbian couple in the class. But after a few initial curious looks we settled in quite easily. We even helped break the ice with a couple of well placed funny comments about which role I was supposed to play. The guy two chairs down and I bonded over shared disgust over a poster depicting what newborn’s bowel movements should look like. Seriously – TMI on the first night people!

The intro and first part of the night was relaxed and informative, and I was feeling pretty pleased with myself that L and I knew so much compared to some of the other first time parents-to-be. But after a short break for coffee and sandwiches – the night took a dramatic turn downhill. Let’s just say that the birthing video was not really what I wanted to see. I have watched things like that before and apart from thinking it looked messy and unpleasant, I didn’t particularly have strong feelings about it.

But watching it thinking to myself that in less than 12 weeks time that will be us – made me suddenly a whole lot nervous about things. I hate the thought of L being in pain, I hate the thought of people invading her personal space (strange considering they have invaded her personal space constantly over the 3 years of fertility treatment), I hate the thought that I will be useless, and hysterical and not be able to help her. She is adamant that she doesn’t want an epidural – I am adamant that I don’t want to see her in pain for hours of labour. Both of us are a little scared – but it’s too late to back out now right?

Little Bit Nervous

Tomorrow night is our first birthing class at the hospital. L and I admitted to each other today that we are a little bit nervous about it – mainly because we are not sure how the rest of the class will respond to the lesbian couple. It’s strange to even admit that – we are certainly not the types to shy away from being totally open about who we are (in fact it has been mentioned that I could afford to be a little less open at times).

It’s just that feeling of apprehension of not knowing what to expect. Perhaps being the only lesbians doing birthing classes at the Catholic hospital wont be a bit deal. Perhaps we wont even be the only lesbians there. Or perhaps we will run screaming to the nearest library to borrow all the birthing information we can find while vowing never to return to such a place of homophobia and bigotry.

Somehow I doubt that last part though.

Gifts From Friends

L and I are completely and utterly surprised and a little overwhelmed by the love and support of our friends at the moment. We are always saying what amazing people are in our life and how lucky we are, but lately they’ve been extra special. We had a really awful situation with two of our very closest friends when we announced our pregnancy – and although I don’t want to blog about it – it really caused us a lot of grief and hurt. The positive side is that our other friends have been really and truly incredible – and we feel so blessed (or whatever the non-god version of blessed is!)

Firstly, our friends B and R offered to drive our car around for a second weekend so we could have a break from the incessant travelling – so after a four hour drive to have breakfast down south and back, our car has now reached the necessary amount of kilometres and we wont get a huge fringe benefits tax bill. Poor B looked shattered when he bought the car back tonight – but all he could talk about was how much L is glowing. How lovely is he?

We then spent today with The Muriels after their trip to Tassie. L and I missed them like crazy while they were away (even though it was only 10 days) and we were so happy to see them again. Miss C just gets more exquisite every time we see her (even her 18 month old mini tanties are cute). They bought L and I (and the baby) the most beautiful gifts from their trip – so totally us in every way.

Firstly for the baby – a gorgeous little beanie and slipper/baby shoe set – just perfect for our trip back to the cabin when baby arrives!
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For L a beautiful hand knitted scarf – so soft and totally her colour too.
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And for me a new one-of-a-kind handmade bag, made with vintage corduroy and retro print fabric. I am such a bag girl (not handbags though obviously – that is L’s thing) and I totally love this one, the colours, the print, even the cute girl logo embroidered on it.
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So we loved the presents – but really the best bit was that they were thinking of us and realising how well they know us already. Their friendship wins as best gift over a funky retro bag anyday – but I am keeping the bag too!

A Tiny Wooden Cabin By The Water

The never-ending road trip is finally over and we made the kilometre requirements for our lease car. We have been either on long country drives or overnight trips every weekend for the last 7 weeks and I am totally over it. Two weeks ago we drove down south to spend a night on the coast – only to see the inside of our hotel room and the restaurant attached to the hotel. I was too tired to even do a scenic drive around town, let alone any other touristy thing. Luckily L didn’t want to do anything either – another unexpected joy of having a pregnant (and very tired) partner.

Then last weekend we headed to our favourite “local” holiday spot, a little cabin in the south-west that overlooks the river, is calm and peaceful and happens to be very close to where my godmother and godsister live. We managed a long overdue catch up with them for a few hours – where my godmother proceeded to gush over the impending arrival and ask a thousand questions and catch up on all the gossip. We overindulged at the bakery (best one in all our weekend travels by far) and bought a gorgeous set of wraps for the baby at the one toy shop in town. I even bought my self new converse sneakers at the little alternative boutique – much to the approval of 14 year old godsister who is a converse fan as well.

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Then L and I spent a cosy night in our cabin talking about the baby (our favourite subject) and decided that we would come down again for a few days before I returned to work after bub is born. Pretty game I think, to consider staying in a little wooden cabin in one of the coldest places in the state in the middle of winter with a newborn. But we’ve got all those gorgeous baby beanies and booties to get some use out of right? That cabin was where we spent hours talking, planning and dreaming of having a baby – it was totally surreal to realise that the next time we would be there – it would finally be with that precious baby we waited so long for. It’s enough to make you warm and fuzzy on even the coldest winter night in a tiny wooden cabin by the water.

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We’re On A Road to Nowhere

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Sorry for the hiatus in posting – sometimes there just aren’t enough hours in the day!

L and I have a lease car that we absolutely love – a cross between sleek urban wheels and family packhorse. The upside is we get to do all our trips and L commutes to work knowing that all petrol and other expenses is covered. The downside is, when your partner has 8 weeks off work with a high risk pregnancy, it makes it hard to do the minimum kilometres in time!

We found out that we needed to do 7000 kms in 7 weeks or risk a huge FBT – so the never-ending roadtrip began. Some friends borrowed and went on a Sunday drive into the country for lunch – 4 hours each way. Then we made a habit of heading into the bush ourselves for a trip to the bakery 300 kms away. Then last weekend we jumped in the car with 3 of our mates and spent 9 hours driving, talking, singing, laughing and learning.

We learned two lesbians, two poofs and a straight girl are not much help when American tourists are bogged in the sand because they went off-road to look at the “Christmas Tree Well”. We learned that the “Christmas Tree Well” is a crappy tourist attraction – well actually we couldn’t find it. We learned that thongs are not helpful when trying to dig a four-wheel-drive out of previously mentioned sand. We learned that most country pubs only served lunch until 2pm on a Sunday – and we didn’t arrive until 2.30pm. We learned that Corrigan roadhouse is not a suitable substitute for a country pub – corn jack anyone? We learned that you can really have the best time ever just doing nothing with the people you love – road trip anyone?

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Notice how helpful we all are!

And just because we have been totally slack about bump pics – here’s one at 25 weeks and 1 day!
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A Few McNuggets Short of a Happy Meal