Monthly Archives: March 2010

Another weird day

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BBC website: “BT flood knocks out broadband and phone services”. There was a flood that resulted in fire, phones down (including my office, of course), no idea when service will get back to normal. At least our internet was working.

Yesterday I found out that we will have train strike next week and my area will be affected. We will have 2 trains every hour and you can imagine how packed they will be – mind you, train is the only way out here, we don’t have tube or DLR and buses are rubish. Guess who will probably work from home for a couple of days?

Mr. C is coming home tomorrow evening, yey!

I knew it!!!

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I had a very bad night of sleep – honestly, REALLY bad; I don’t even think I slept at all! Checking facebook, I read two other friends, one heavily pregnant and the other one with a 4-month old baby complaining about the same thing. Normally when a couple of friends can’t sleep, I always check what phase of the moon we are in and it’s almost rocket science: it’s FULL MOON!

If the moon controls the tides, can you image what it does to our bodies? Specially pregnant ladies’ bodies, full of water.

Ok, you might not believe in all this but it’s been a year now that I’ve noticed this pattern – and I was talking about it at work today, before even checking which moon we are.

A little bit of baby news anyone?

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Last post of the day. I guess.

For first time parents, Mr. C and I are pretty relaxed. In the beginning we used to read books and week-by-week evolution, but now we got a bit tired. I’m happy just feeling the kicks, punches and stretches of my little one, trying to come up with stories why she moved like this or like that, etc, etc. Sometimes I do read one or other website to check on her estimate size and weight (by the end of this week, she will be around 43cm and about 2Kg) and other information, but that’s it.

She is sort of like that:

33 weeksShe is pretty much ready and would survive if born these days (which she won’t, touch wood). It’s amazing how much she moves – makes me wonder if she still has a lot of space in the womb. I have to say that this is my favourite part of the whole thing. Sometimes it hurts, but I don’t care. It’s hard to focus when she is moving though – I always stop what I’m doing to feel her, grab her foot, poke her, press something. I wonder if she likes it or if she is just thinking “mom, please, can you annoy me when I’m a teenager?”.

I had another midwife appointment last Friday and all seems normal. One thing that is annoying me is that so far I had 5 appointments with 4 different midwives. It would be good to stick to just one, but I guess this will be good on the birth as I might get a totally different person.

I also managed to get a  prescription for heart burns. Honestly, I’m fine with all the sickness, but heart burns are really a pain. Sometimes I can’t sleep at all. I bought the wrong flavour though – Gaviscon is the syrup’s brand, aniseed (Brazilians: anis/erva doce type of favour) is its flavour. It’s one of the things I hate the most in the world, just after onions. Geez, I have it but trying to hold not to throw up. But it works – next time I’ll get the peppermint one.

What’s new in this new phase? More leg cramps. Not on my calves, but on the legs. Oh, and swollen feet – just once though. I’ve also been quite hungry lately but still throw up if I eat too much. Oh, and bend to get stuff on the floor is a bit painfull and can also bring back lunch/dinner, so not recommended. I put on more weight than I expected – now on the +8kg mark; +1.5Kg just last weekend (blame the black beans I had for lunch on Saturday). I can feel her hickups – poor thing, it’s so annoying!

(Mr. C just called me. He said hello. He didn’t, but let’s pretend he did)

I think I’m a bit tired of writing; it should be enough for today. It has been a long long long day and I can’t wait to Friday. Baby C says nighty night to all aunties, uncles and cousins out there and to all strangers that read this blog. Sleep tight and talk to you later.

He abandoned me, so I’ll tell you everything!

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Mr. C is gone for a few days. This new job of his will be an interesting challenge for both of us.

For him, because for the first time he will understand the concept of modern slavery that we Brazilians are so used to.

For me, because I’m not used to get home late and not have him here watching TV, eating some smelly food (sardines, soup or Frankfurters) and asking how my day was.

The concept of modern slavery is quite simple: you have a good salary, but in return you work like more than a slave, giving up your personal life, your weekends, your family, your friends and all the fun you used to have when you had a 9 to 5 job. Everybody needs to go through this at least once in life to enjoy a bit more freedom! I had my share back home, I still have a little bit here, but now I’m entering a whole new phase in my life: the “my child is my boss” phase.

Anyhoo. Since he is not here to keep me company, keep me busy and put be in bed, let’s blog. A couple of new news for you – or maybe not, because I can’t remember what I said here in the past and I’m too lazy to read my blog.

New news # 1: We went on the hospital tour and we sort of liked its labour ward. It’s not a 5 star hotel, it’s not Baby C’s dream birth place (her dream birth place is in a big, comfy, clean home beach somewhere really beautiful in Brazil), but we are not scared of having the baby there if needed. The birth centre I wanted to go to (in this hospital) might not be ready on time, home birth is a distant dream (I have 7 weeks to convince Mr. C and myself about it) and unless we move before Baby is born, I don’t see another alternative – unless the hospital is fully booked and they send me somewhere else, which can be worse.

New news # 2: We found our house, the one we will call home pretty soon. The not so great news is that it takes a while to have the deal done, i.e. contract signed, keys in hand. So it doesn’t look like we are moving before Baby C is born. This actually could be good news, because I’m not sure we would have time to look for another hospital, etc. Plus, I’m useless for packing now. I won’t post any pictures of the house now, because what if the deal doesn’t go through? We will all be depressed together.

New news # 3: It’s official: I don’t fit in any of my previous clothes.

New news #4: We’re getting married on the 10th April. I guess this will have to be a totally separate post.

New news #5: Baby C will be baptized (they call it Christening here, I believe). I’m not sure of the details yet, but all I know is that, due to religious differences, it will have to be in the Orthodox Church. I guess I need to chat with Auntie Anca to find out the differences between the Catholic and the Orthodox baptisms.

I do!

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So, we are getting married. Don’t be upset if you weren’t invited, we are keeping very low profile. I have to say that our reasons to get married are also very boring and unromantic (we love each other, we are a lovely couple, we couldn’t be a better match, our babies will be gorgeous, we have so much in common and we are extermely happy together, but those are not the reason why we are getting married).

I haven’t checked the facts, but quite a few people have told me that in this country if you are not married, you have to have a will when you buy a house together with your partner, and a will when you are having a child, which I find very depressing; the father doesn’t have many rights on the kid if the couple split up, and so on. All very weird and very sad.

I’ve probably mentioned this before (maybe on the previous blog), but Brazilian culture is closer to the American culture than it is to the European one, so although there are loads of couples there still opting for the traditional wedding, it’s no big deal if you are not married or don’t want to get married at all. People will still call the couple husband and wife if they just live together, nobody will look at you weirdly if you are not married to the father of your child, etc. And, although it is theoretically a religious country (predominantly Catholic), we are a bunch of sinners there. On top of that I personally don’t come from a religious family.

On the other hand, it seems that here in Europe is quite common to go for a traditional wedding and, maybe more in Romania than in England, a proper church wedding is expected. As far as I couldn understand, in Romania the wedding is a very important cerimony and parents really look forward to have their children married in a proper fashion. Maybe it’s my impression as well, but I have the feeling that relationships here (in Europe) are less superficial (ok, not sure this is what I think about English relationships) than in Brazil and the divorce rate is waaaaaaaaaay below the Brazilian one, which is great.

In a way, I’m glad I wasn’t pressured by my parents to get married and Mr. C was a little “rebel” during younger age and didn’t go for it before, otherwise we would both be married to the wrong people and so unhappy for not being together now. 😀 (I wonder how many brownie points I scored here).

So, now that you know why we are getting married, let me tell you that although it’s all exciting, it has been a nightmare! We have two weeks to organise everything: give notice (interview, paperwork, etc), book the venue, get the rings (it’s option, but if we decided not to have rings, it would be the most boring wedding in history of weddings), get a dress (not getting married in white, but I can’t get married wearing jeans, right? Any cute dress that I can wear later on will do, but who said I can find one?), fill in more paperwork and arrange a place to have lunch afterwards (ok, a little celebration, please). None of our families will be around – understandably they prefer to be around for the baby’s “event”, so we will have to count of our little group of beloved friends to come along, be our witnesses and take some pictures to share with you.

By the way, it’s a civil marriage – no church or priest involved (let’s keep it simple for now) – and will last 20 minutes.

By the way 2, I’m not 100% happy that I won’t be able to call Mr. C my boyfriend anymore. Tsk. Can he be my boyfriend, partner and husband?

By the way 3, we are not changing our names but Baby C, on the other hand, will carry both our surnames.

Message for Mr. C: the best part of the wedding is the honey moon. Just thought you should know. 🙂

Isn’t it ironic?

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For the last 4 weeks, Mr. C has been checking constantly our mailbox hoping for some news from the bank.

And now that he is gone, the mail he was expecting arrives. Lucky him (not) I have no patience for these things so I’ll leave it all for him to read when he is back in town.

Lucky me (not) one of the letters couldn’t be delivered (signature required) and was sent to the main post office building and guess who will have to collect it? 😀 (fake smile)