News photography
Looking at these pictures it's been a rather depressing decade hasn't it.
Thank god the photo from Hubble shows we're not even a fleck of mud on the universe's shoes.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Hmm...
My "belly growth" seems to be pretty stable. I still fit into all but one of my jeans and when I'm shopping for maternity jeans I look like Su Pollard at a Weight Watchers conference. I can see the 'real' pregnant ladies looking at me going "wannabe". You just wait a few more weeks, ladies! Just wait! My belly will get there.
The one pair of jeans that don't fit anymore (I can zip them up and close the button, but. Can't. Breathe.) are -unfortunately- my favourite pair of jeans, but I'm hoping to put them back on in some nine months or so. Hope springs eternal eh!
Rather more interesting is why and where they don't fit anymore.
My tiny babybump (more like bowel-bump, if I'm honest) starts well over the waistband of those jeans...
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, as predicted the Little Penguin appears to have taken up residence in my arse.
It's prompted the Girlfriend/Wife to liberally apply the anti-stretchmark-stuff on that area as well, you never know!
My "belly growth" seems to be pretty stable. I still fit into all but one of my jeans and when I'm shopping for maternity jeans I look like Su Pollard at a Weight Watchers conference. I can see the 'real' pregnant ladies looking at me going "wannabe". You just wait a few more weeks, ladies! Just wait! My belly will get there.
The one pair of jeans that don't fit anymore (I can zip them up and close the button, but. Can't. Breathe.) are -unfortunately- my favourite pair of jeans, but I'm hoping to put them back on in some nine months or so. Hope springs eternal eh!
Rather more interesting is why and where they don't fit anymore.
My tiny babybump (more like bowel-bump, if I'm honest) starts well over the waistband of those jeans...
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, as predicted the Little Penguin appears to have taken up residence in my arse.
It's prompted the Girlfriend/Wife to liberally apply the anti-stretchmark-stuff on that area as well, you never know!
Friday, December 11, 2009
Public property
I’ve become public property and I’m not even showing yet!
Or well, I am showing a little.
I’m in the “Has she gained weight or might she be pregnant”-phase, with a leaning towards “naaaah she’s just fat”. It’s the phase that goes “should I start looking out for maternity clothes or do I just put on my slightly wider jumpers over my trousers”. Part of me wants to run for the maternity clothes, but I fear they’ll just hang around me like a giant bin bag. But The Girlfriend/Wife is taking me shopping this weekend and I’m pretty sure she’ll insist on the maternity trousers and stuff. Problem solved.
Let’s hope I don’t fall asleep in the fitting room…..
It’s not all fun and games being pregnant you know!
But, as I was trying to say before I so rudely interrupted myself, I’ve become public property. People are bombarding me with their pregnancy stories (quite enlightening, yet sometimes plain scary and horrifying) and mostly their (sometimes wanted, mostly not so) advice.
A typical day will go like this:
“Please tell me you’re getting the Mexican Flu Shot! Women are dying! Children are born with brain damage! You should be on the way to see your GP right now!”
Ten minutes later I’ll run into someone else and the conversation will go:
“Please tell me you’re not getting the Mexican Flu shot! Women are paralysed after the vaccine! Who says it’s safe for you and the baby? You never know the long-term effects! And what are the odds of you getting the flu when you’ve not got it in ten years time?”
Then there’s the advice on the prenatal classes to take and to avoid, the anti-stretchmark creams to use and to avoid (always totally opposite experiences depending on who you ask), the not-so-subtle questions from my mother to determin where my loyalties lie, and it sometimes –just sometimes- makes me wish the Penguin and I were invisible.
But basically it’s a catch-22. Having never been pregnant before, not having a clue what will happen to me, to my body, I’m desperate for advice and stories. I just wish everyone would tell me the bloody same thing! Can we arrange that, world?
And I *still* don’t know what to do about that damned Mexican flu.
I’ve become public property and I’m not even showing yet!
Or well, I am showing a little.
I’m in the “Has she gained weight or might she be pregnant”-phase, with a leaning towards “naaaah she’s just fat”. It’s the phase that goes “should I start looking out for maternity clothes or do I just put on my slightly wider jumpers over my trousers”. Part of me wants to run for the maternity clothes, but I fear they’ll just hang around me like a giant bin bag. But The Girlfriend/Wife is taking me shopping this weekend and I’m pretty sure she’ll insist on the maternity trousers and stuff. Problem solved.
Let’s hope I don’t fall asleep in the fitting room…..
It’s not all fun and games being pregnant you know!
But, as I was trying to say before I so rudely interrupted myself, I’ve become public property. People are bombarding me with their pregnancy stories (quite enlightening, yet sometimes plain scary and horrifying) and mostly their (sometimes wanted, mostly not so) advice.
A typical day will go like this:
“Please tell me you’re getting the Mexican Flu Shot! Women are dying! Children are born with brain damage! You should be on the way to see your GP right now!”
Ten minutes later I’ll run into someone else and the conversation will go:
“Please tell me you’re not getting the Mexican Flu shot! Women are paralysed after the vaccine! Who says it’s safe for you and the baby? You never know the long-term effects! And what are the odds of you getting the flu when you’ve not got it in ten years time?”
Then there’s the advice on the prenatal classes to take and to avoid, the anti-stretchmark creams to use and to avoid (always totally opposite experiences depending on who you ask), the not-so-subtle questions from my mother to determin where my loyalties lie, and it sometimes –just sometimes- makes me wish the Penguin and I were invisible.
But basically it’s a catch-22. Having never been pregnant before, not having a clue what will happen to me, to my body, I’m desperate for advice and stories. I just wish everyone would tell me the bloody same thing! Can we arrange that, world?
And I *still* don’t know what to do about that damned Mexican flu.
Monday, December 07, 2009
Out with it!
So yes, ladies and gentlemen... I've been lying to you all for a while now. Well, maybe not explicitly lying to everyone, but definitely keeping quiet or hiding the truth.
Yes, let's call it "hiding the truth". It sounds much better doesn't it.
But the time to hide is now behind us!
And I'm pretty sure that in a couple of weeks time (or even now already. Yikes!) there will be no chance to hide anymore.
We're pretty excited actually.
Pretty thrilled and ecstatic.
And pleasantly terrified. *g*
Let me show you this post from my "supersecret Help!I'mtryingtogetpregnant!-blog" from October 12th:
We're calling him our little Penguin, he or she is now 12 weeks old and is due June 20th.
Until then I'm going to become huge, even more irritable than I already am and my hormones will hijack this blog and turn it into a "My ankles are so swollen it's killing me"-journal.
Don't know about you, but I for one can't wait!
So yes, ladies and gentlemen... I've been lying to you all for a while now. Well, maybe not explicitly lying to everyone, but definitely keeping quiet or hiding the truth.
Yes, let's call it "hiding the truth". It sounds much better doesn't it.
But the time to hide is now behind us!
And I'm pretty sure that in a couple of weeks time (or even now already. Yikes!) there will be no chance to hide anymore.
We're pretty excited actually.
Pretty thrilled and ecstatic.
And pleasantly terrified. *g*
Let me show you this post from my "supersecret Help!I'mtryingtogetpregnant!-blog" from October 12th:
We're calling him our little Penguin, he or she is now 12 weeks old and is due June 20th.
Until then I'm going to become huge, even more irritable than I already am and my hormones will hijack this blog and turn it into a "My ankles are so swollen it's killing me"-journal.
Don't know about you, but I for one can't wait!
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