Me, a mirror, and my little wonderboy

 

Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear from Gabe Askew

Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear from Gabe Askew on Vimeo.

My heart is all mushed up after watching this about 10 times. Mr Magoo also has another name in honour of this occasion; Mr Grizzly Magoo.

Off to have a shower before the neighbours start calling the local authorities due to a strange whiff.
Just kidding OF COURSE! I'm still maintaining personal hygeine. Whilst walking around my apartment in big underpants and a tank top with the air conditioning revved up to the max. I'm supposed to be resting but all I feel like doing is to walk in and out of rooms and torture myself with what I need to do to make everything look spick and span.
Three more weeks. THREEEEEE MOREE WEEEEEKKSSS!

This is to blame

for having gained another 3 kilos in just over a month. Spinach tagliatelle with roasted tomatoes, aubergine and large helpings of ricotta cheese. Me and Mr Magoo likey likey very very much.

 

Fire bird

 

 

 

Maternity leave has officially started!

And what better way to spend the day than wash lots and lots of teeny tiny baby clothes, set up the bassinet for the first few months of Mr Magoos life ( I have now decided to call him Mr Magoo whenever the mood strikes me. I hope to God this child of mine doesn't develop issues because of his mothers obsession for pet names) and the most essential thing of all which I have proudly ticked off my todo list: a crocheted mobile. Well, it consists of different coloured crocheted circles hanging off bits of string from the ceiling lamp. I will post a picture of it. Just not now. Since I don't have one yet. But tomorrow morning, and when I say morning I mean probably around 7 since that has been my current abnormal behaviour these days. My daily dash to the loo. Mr Magoo is making his way down and he needs space! Enough said. So a picture of my mobile-type-thingy will be coming hot off the press. tomorrow. Lukewarmish.

Last day at work!

and then the loooonnnng road ahead of me, filled with all sorts of mysterious twists and turns. Plenty of Dr Phil, unscheduled naps here and there, attempting to knit. Resisting the mammoth urge to eat spoonfuls of nutella at 4 in the morning.
On a different note, I am trying in vain to get along with my scanner. I finished a piece recently and I really want to scan the damn thing rather than take a blurry camera shot of it. I managed doing it with the ultrasound picture but I can't remember how I did it.
The baffling world of Khairun. I never cease to amaze myself.

My pain threshold has been officially tested

by the infamous leg cramp. It is what footballers get actually. I guess that is the only thing I have in common with Christiano then. Which is a shame since I would rather have in common a molecule of his current bank balance. And an autograph for my nephew. I spent most of this morning in bed sounding like my vacuum cleaner in a bad mood. Which sounds abit like this: ghhbbheehhhhhhhhaaaaaeeeeee!!!!!!!! Followed by the frantic plea to 'rub my leg, rub my leg RUB IT NOWWWW!!!!!!', putting Mr T in a clear state of shock because of waking him out of a dream where a vacuum cleaner was chasing him down the streets and screaming ghhbbeehhhaaaaaaaa!
So with my feet propped up and feeling like I just want to roll over and pass out for a few blissful YEARS I took the day off work, much to the delight of my boss who is now having to find a way of doing my classes.
Hoping tomorrow will be better.

He may be asleep

but he certainly wouldnt miss a photo opportunity.

The abandoned blog

I dont know why I cant just get off my backside and pay more attention to this blog of mine. Oh wait, I know why. My little bubba is now a very big bubba which means getting off my backside requires an effort of Herculean proportions. Getting out of bed is another daily source of amusement for my husband too. Once I start my maternity leave I will get back on track with this blog and a million other things on my crazy nesting inspired to do list.
Being damn huge does have its perks though. I do get to play the pregnancy card for alot of useful things like jumping cues and having bags carried for me. At work I have taken plenty of snack breaks throughout the day, and a designated space in the office to put my feet up. The joys of pregnancy! Im fortunate enough to have alot of support from my colleagues at work.

Anyway, it is only a matter of time now before my life, and Mr Ts, is turned upside down and inside out and back to front by our bubba. I have a 4D image of him which, when I get round to it, I will scan and post on this abandoned blog, taken hostage by a whole lotta babytalk and not enough art!

New thing Im doing... YOGA! Loving it at the moment. Gets me stretched in all the right places!