Tuesday, 29 November 2016

Greatest. Blogger. Ever.

Man alive, I suck as a blogger.  G starts school in two days...I didn't really blog our 18 months together terribly well.  But in conclusion:
  • it was awesome.
I suppose this ends the tiring challenge of thinking of things to blog about once every 8 months.  It really has been a great experience being off with G, and I am very proud to say I passed all my M.Ed papers.  I am so happy I had the opportunity to take 18 months off to spend with my big baby.  Here's hoping I can do that again with number 2 - PhD maybe?  I wouldn't recommend looking out for regular blog entries if I do, we all know that's as likely as me enjoying any John Mayer song.  Over and out. x


Sunday, 10 April 2016

Attack of the slacks

This past six month period has been so hectic.  Sooo much has happened and I had completely forgotten to update on the fun of being a poor, but fun, mum. I guess on the theme of being poor, I just changed banks.  That's of virtually no consequence, but it's a really pathetic segue to the donkey G drew while we sat there.  She did NOT get her drawing skillz from me:


G is now 4 1/2.  We have visited two schools, but not quite sure as to which yet.  I have the amazing dilemma of both schools being incredible.  Her development amazes me daily, and while she has the most enormous tantys you ever did see, her communication skills are unreal.  Just yesterday, she told me "I have a brilliant idea", and asked me to write in her buddy's card "you are a delightful friend".  Of course, I adore her despite the tantys!  G recently went to her cousin's superhero birthday party as Super Lady.  Super Lady has soap in her bracelet and she can wash germs off your hands.  Handy.

Pumpkin is now 11 months old, and almost not a puppy.  I couldn't find a photo of her that was unflattering, but she is a little fatty pants now.  And incredibly badly behaved.  I've been doing a lot of training with her, but she fights the system!  Also, she needed surgery for a luxating patella (that's Latin for extremely expensive surgery that requires intense post-op care) and has been allowed outside off the lead (but supervised) for exactly one day, after seven weeks either in her crate or on her leash.  Don't worry, even from her crate she continued to bark down the neighbourhood.  I need a dog whisperer, STAT!

I am LOVING my studies.  It is amazing, and totally got my brain on the go.  I think I needed that.  And I am way smarter than I was when I did Masters papers 15 years ago...toot toot (that's me blowing my own trumpet like a giant wanker).

I also donated some eggs last month (which coincided with my mum having a TIA.  Timing 1, me 0).   You don't get paid to donate eggs in New Zealand and there are a lot of ethical implications, but I know this was the right thing for me to do as infertility sucks.  The whole daily blood test/scan/self injecting was quite overwhelming at times, and the stress of waiting to see how many follicles were ready...and then how many were viable, how many fertilised, and how many made it to day 5 was full on.  Anyway, five embryos made it to day 5.  After weeks of daily calls from Fertility Associates and the numerous text messages from my friend, it's all gone quiet.  The logical part of my brain knows that is the completely normal chain of events, but another part of my brain feels a bit sad that my part is all over.  Anyway, here is the embryo that was implanted in my friend.  Isn't she beautiful?


So in long (as opposed to short), we are still having a ball.  I am totally out of love with being broke, but I'll be back at work in January and I knew this is what it would be like.  Because how couldn't you love the Annie soundtrack, here is G trying to sing me to sleep with a 'Maybe' serenade, combined with a head massage.  If I hadn't been recording it, it totally would have worked.  On that note...goodnight!

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