Birds in my garden....

NO energy for much other than brief meaningless posts these days.  But these parakeets are in my garden every day at the moment, eating my apples..but I don't care.  They are stunning creatures...


Autumn rolls on towards winter and my mood is not getting better, neither are my lungs.  Hopefully I will get better soon and start to feel human again....

Forced hiatus derails blogger!

Since the nasty business with hubby and his kidney cancer I have nosedived into the flu and find that 5 weeks have passed with not much blogging.

As I sit here hacking up a lung and fretting about the work that will pile up for me back at the office, I rail at the lack of interesting content on the TV - for which I pay the princely monthly sum of $120 and thanks for nothing Foxtel!!- and I fritter away my day trying to find something to do that doesn't require lungs pumping air at a normal pace.  THAT would be too much to ask.

Needless to say I am the world's worst patient....even when I am my own nurse, or maybe because of it.

I also don't want to pollute the intersphere (my new made up word to go with all the other ones) with crap blogs, so I haven't really been trying.  Seems like I don't have anything interesting to say at the moment that doesn't involve cancer or flu.

Today is a gorgeous Melbourne autumn day.  So I staggered outside to take pics of some of my plants.  I have no idea why the garden cheers me up so easily.  Maybe coz it doesn't talk back.  Perhaps because it doesn't ask me for anything .  Or is it just that it exists despite me so there is no pressure.

I don't know but I like it......

Golden rules of pregnancy and childbirth..

Was having a chat over coffee with a girlfriend reminiscing over the kids and, more to the point, about the process of having them.

Every time I have narrated the births of my kids everyone gets a few belly laughs out of it.  Oh don't worry I'm not gonna do it here.  But as they laugh I always wonder what part of the process was so amusing to them because NONE of it was fun for me till the next day.  Ok sure I went back for seconds...but that was not my fault....that was genetic imperatives steering me to the cliff edge.  And before anyone thinks it, I know I have 2 beautiful kids and would never change a thing.  I just wished someone would have told me the rules.

1

The 'mask of pregnancy' makes you look like a 12 year old frecklehead.

2

Braxton Hickses 5 minutes apart are ACTUALLY labour.

3

That puddle of water on the floor underneath you doesn't mean your bladder leaked....there was some kinda bag the baby was in... like those bags you roast a chicken in. They both break apparently.

4

Those breathing exercises don't work when you have hubby on one side and a friend on the other talking over your head about cars while a human melon tries to split you in two. Swearing, however, does help a little.

5

The nurse telling you to NOT push doesn't only happen in the movies. It also doesn't work.

6

Babies only weigh about 2-3 kilos so that other 30 really is all YOU!

7

The direction the chicken head falls onto the goats entrails at the azimuth of the something-or-other DOES NOT indicate the sex of your baby.  Next time use a human sacrifice for accuracy.

8

The placenta is the other baby-sized thing they didn't tell you would have to come out as well. 

9

Post partum time is the second time in your life people will be acutely interested in your bowel movements. 

10

Once you have had a baby in a room full of people, all looking at your nethers, you will never be shy again.

My not-so-young-any-more babies --->

...and the season turns...

The trees change colour and the cat could care less.

Jeff is recovering and I look forward to snuggling up in the winter looking out of this window in front of the fire.

Three months in to 2012 and we have been through the ringer.

But ohhhh how lucky we have been.

Thank you to all who sent their prayers and kind words.  We made it through.  But I will need a bit of time to find my stride again.

Meanwhile the garden hasn't missed a beat.