Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Child Care
Although Lib* and myself are yet to make a decision on the subject of child care, Lib* decided to do a ring around to see what options are out there for child care.
At this stage our intention is for Lib* to take a year off, look after the kid, finish the degree and paint the house. Beyond that, though, getting Lib* back into the social and fiscal scene of a work environment is our main point of interest right now.
If you thought the Russian bread queue disappeared with the demise of the USSR then wow, you need to move to Canberra and start expecting a kid.
The little unit is not even born yet and apparently we on the thin side of timeliness if we were looking for baby care spots for a six month old. Bear in mind that from today, that's about nine months away.
The way it's all described is pretty cute. The lady, Karen, asked how old the child is and was happy when I said it wasn't yet born as supposedly this is the perfect time to put it down on a waiting list! She then informed me the baby's room is full and there is a lengthy waiting list. However, some of the babies will graduate to the next room some time during the next year which will bring some spaces but they will call when a space is available to interview me/us. Surely this is the tail wagging the dog!
Graduate. How Cute! I didn't "Graduate" until I was nearly 22! I think I'm a bit leery about having a kid who can't even walk yet being looked after by a complete stranger, but at the same time I know I associate with some people who even I wouldn't be left alone with.
We'll work it out. We have to.
At this stage our intention is for Lib* to take a year off, look after the kid, finish the degree and paint the house. Beyond that, though, getting Lib* back into the social and fiscal scene of a work environment is our main point of interest right now.
If you thought the Russian bread queue disappeared with the demise of the USSR then wow, you need to move to Canberra and start expecting a kid.
The little unit is not even born yet and apparently we on the thin side of timeliness if we were looking for baby care spots for a six month old. Bear in mind that from today, that's about nine months away.
The way it's all described is pretty cute. The lady, Karen, asked how old the child is and was happy when I said it wasn't yet born as supposedly this is the perfect time to put it down on a waiting list! She then informed me the baby's room is full and there is a lengthy waiting list. However, some of the babies will graduate to the next room some time during the next year which will bring some spaces but they will call when a space is available to interview me/us. Surely this is the tail wagging the dog!
Graduate. How Cute! I didn't "Graduate" until I was nearly 22! I think I'm a bit leery about having a kid who can't even walk yet being looked after by a complete stranger, but at the same time I know I associate with some people who even I wouldn't be left alone with.
We'll work it out. We have to.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Slow News Week
It seems that right now, things are pretty much plain sailing right now in the Hemlock household. There's not a whole going on pregnancy-wise, other than the fact we are now at, approximately, 24 weeks.
That link is to babycenter.com. I registered there to post a little message, and now I get bombarded with free shipping deals, implored to buy this and that, and weekly updates on stuff. Worse, they think I'm the one who's pregnant. That's what I can't stand about the internet, you sign up for something, but all the other stuff is "opt-out". Which means if you're in a hurry, you end up with an email inbox chock full of crap you never thought you asked for. I suppose that's the price of free-ness. Doesn't make it any nicer.
Lib*'s stopped looking merely chubby now and actually looks pregnant.
Kym and Shellie took their pregnant sister out for some retail therapy on Mother's day. Although Lib* is not yet a mother, I figured that that, well, she's close enough and bought her a Mother's Day present: The Chronicles of Narnia on DVD.
As you can see, not a whole lot to report. Life trundles on, just like yours.
Go the 'Pool!
That link is to babycenter.com. I registered there to post a little message, and now I get bombarded with free shipping deals, implored to buy this and that, and weekly updates on stuff. Worse, they think I'm the one who's pregnant. That's what I can't stand about the internet, you sign up for something, but all the other stuff is "opt-out". Which means if you're in a hurry, you end up with an email inbox chock full of crap you never thought you asked for. I suppose that's the price of free-ness. Doesn't make it any nicer.
Lib*'s stopped looking merely chubby now and actually looks pregnant.
Kym and Shellie took their pregnant sister out for some retail therapy on Mother's day. Although Lib* is not yet a mother, I figured that that, well, she's close enough and bought her a Mother's Day present: The Chronicles of Narnia on DVD.
As you can see, not a whole lot to report. Life trundles on, just like yours.
Go the 'Pool!
Saturday, May 06, 2006
I Felt It!
I decided to get up early this morning and left Lib* to sleep in a little. I don't think that she slept too well and she called me upstairs about an hour later. She was being very quiet about it, so I bounded upstairs like a herd of stampeding elephants to find out what secret was.
Lib* has been complaining that the little unit has been tap dancing on her appendix and that it was happening again today. The tap dancing had moved a little north, but the little unit was stretching Lib*'s tummy like a tom-tom drum.
The most exciting thing about this for me was that not only did I feel the little-unit booting Lib* around the bed, but I actually saw Lib* tummy stretch. Bizarre, but an awesome experience.
In other news, I played my second game of rugby today against the Bungendore MudChooks. We lost, and unfortunately lost the most important part of the day, the boat race, probably because I was a participant. Apparently I like to "sample", I was told. In truth, it's the fastest beer I've ever drunk.
Lib* has been complaining that the little unit has been tap dancing on her appendix and that it was happening again today. The tap dancing had moved a little north, but the little unit was stretching Lib*'s tummy like a tom-tom drum.
The most exciting thing about this for me was that not only did I feel the little-unit booting Lib* around the bed, but I actually saw Lib* tummy stretch. Bizarre, but an awesome experience.
In other news, I played my second game of rugby today against the Bungendore MudChooks. We lost, and unfortunately lost the most important part of the day, the boat race, probably because I was a participant. Apparently I like to "sample", I was told. In truth, it's the fastest beer I've ever drunk.
