It’s about time I explained my very long absence from writing. I assure you, it isn’t because I got sick of it. I just got sick. For weeks I struggled with an unbearable vertigo that made it impossible to use my computer without my head reeling. Even text messages got to me. So of course the only reasonable response is to quit checking emails, answering my phone or writing stories. It’s like being a hermit except that I still had to go to work and people kept wanting to talk to me and expecting me to respond to emails, answer the phone and write stuff. It’s like fucking slavery. Doesn’t my opinion matter here? Apparently, if I want to get paid, it does not.
Anyway, I digress. Pero estoy divigando. I learned that phrase in my Spanish classes. Well, actually, I had to learn it myself because they didn’t teach it to us in class. But I felt the things we were learning – I’m from Australia, I”m vegetarian, do you like the beach, el pez esta muerto? – didn’t really make a very good monologue so when it was my turn to show off my poorly-learned language skills, I used a few additional phrases of my own, to explain the apparent inability to focus on a single train of thought. I was like King Lear, only less crazy, less interesting, and speaking Spanish. The phrase has come in handy many times since. I even learned to say it in English, in case I needed to be bilingual with it.
Pero estoy …. I’m fairly certain I started out with a real point in mind. Oh wait – yes – I recall. The vertigo is finally gone. It went away with the morning sickness. Also I had morning sickness, but usually in the evening because babies can’t tell the time. Also I’m having a baby. I mean, right now it’s just a blobby little alien thing that drains all my energy and controls when I can and cannot sleep and won’t let me eat anything much, but I’m told it will eventually be a baby.
And that’s why I’ve been a useless blogger/ communicator/ friend/ worker/ everything that doesn’t involve just lying around being a host to a weird little lifeform, for the past three and a half months. People say I will get better now but I fear they’re just messing with me. At any rate, the promise that I can eat all the ice cream that I want has turned out to be a complete lie so I’m not sure I can trust anything anymore.
Also, what baby doesn’t like ice cream?
And DO you like the beach?
I love and miss you, Sista. Glad to hear you’re feeling better and the baby and yourself seem to be learning to get along
Haha, learning to get along. That’s what I might have thought until the baby started sending me migraines, and made it impossible for me to jump up and mosh to Apocalyptics last night. I feel we’ve still got a long way to go before we’ll like each other.
Maybe the baby is one of those health freaks already?
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Yey for babies! NOT a useless friend, although, I won’t comment on the work or blogging
Oh, and no. I do not like the beach! All that sand that gets everywhere and comes home with you, and the people and the salty water that doesn’t seem to wash off. Ick.
Thank you for being so diplomatic as to remain silent on the question of my usefulness as a worker and blogger. I appreciate it.
Can I babysit?
In the unlikely event that Brad and I ever get to go out and do anything fun ever again, maybe.
Well clearly I will have to manipulate events in such a way that by some completely unexpected and unforseen circumstances you and Bradimir suddenly find yourselves out and about* on the town whilst I sit and watch over your lovely offspring.
*pronounced “oot and aboot”
So pregnancy is the cure for vertigo? Glad you’re Ok and congratulations. Also, love the beach
Sadly pregnancy is not the cure but the cause of vertigo. I’m pretty sure that’s what Alfred Hitchcock was getting at in his horror movie. But don’t quote me on that because I’m also pretty sure I’ve only ever seen the final scenes on mute so I may have missed some important plot points.
Congratulations for your weird little lifeform!!
Maybe the baby just wants the good ice cream? It knows that you’re holding back on the good stuff. Just like my dog. She will never eat any random grocery store brand.
And I love the beach! Except when sand gets in my butt.
You feed your dog ice cream?? What flavour?
The sand is undoubtedly the worst part about the beach.
“The Walrus and the Carpenter were walking close at hand
They wept like anything to see such quantities of sand
‘If this were only cleared away,’ they said, ‘It would be grand’”
All flavors! It’s ice cream, she doesn’t care!
Haha. I’ll have to tell my baby about this comparison to your dog. What’s the dog’s name? Maybe I could use it …
Haha! I call her Princess Fussypaws
Um, way to bury the lead there, chica!
CONGRATS!!!! That is so very exciting. And yeah, those first 3 months can be hellish. Once you get through them, it is usually much smoother. Usually. I know with both of mine, those middle months were the best . . . until you start to get as big as a house and just want the baby out of there! So, there’s that to look forward to.
So happy for you. Mazel Tov.
I know, right? I was all, how can I tell people this news that everyone’s been bugging me to make public, without actually making a big deal of it and gettinng self-conscious, and then I remembered that I’m a big fan of misdirection and then – boom! news! And now I am relieved because I’ve done my bit, I made it public, on my own terms, and now everyone can stop saying “When are you going to announce it on Facebook?” despite the fact that they all know I don’t even know how to work Facebook. See the difficulties I have to cope with every day?
Also, thank you. I’m waiting for the middle months to get better. 17 weeks now and still struggling to get out of bed, and wondering when the promised “You’ll have more energy after 12 weeks” will kick in. But then I suppose I’m an incredibly difficult person to live with so maybe this is God’s way of saying “sucked in”.
I love the beach! and I love your line “I was like King Lear, only less crazy, less interesting, and speaking Spanish.” tee hee hee. I now have cravings for icecream…
I really enjoy bringing King Lear into all my stories. He’s my hero.
Wahoo!! celebrations and congratulations and now you can eat cake for two!! I’ve awarded you the Super Sweet Blogging Award: http://wordswithnannaprawn.com/2012/08/31/caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake/
Oh wow! A blogging award even though I’ve barely been blogging for months? That speaks volumes about my innate ability to excel at writing, even when I don’t even do it. Thank you so so so much!
Unfortunately, there will be no cake for two. I can’t even have cake for one
I’m insulin resistant and am not allowed cake AT ALL. This baby is a real pain. Allergic to sugar, alcohol, getting out and doing stuff, you name it, baby has banned it. I hope it gets more exciting as it gets older.
Congratulations! I’m glad you’re feeling better.