My boss recently got back from the UK and he brought with him baby’s first toy! (How sweet of him.) He said they didn’t have this in gender-neutral colours so he went with the blue because he thinks we might be having a boy. Having spent the last couple of weeks baby shopping, I must say this gender-neutral thing is a lot trickier than I thought it would be. I bought a blue changing mat the other day because the store only had it in blue or pink, and then, just to balance it out, I bought a pink bath towel. I’ve been thinking if I should name the bunny. I love how he sits in the pouch.
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Posted in: Pregnancy.
Since Y and I have decided to keep the sex of our baby a surprise, everyone’s been having plenty of fun trying to guess if baby is a boy or a girl. From my colleagues to our families to even the aunty who runs the beauty salon next door at work, people just keep coming up to me and declaring their verdicts.
Most of them don’t even explain why they think it’s one or the other, though our families seem to be going by the theory that a small, neat and sharp-ish bump indicates a boy. But I’m glad everyone’s getting in on the fun. In fact, the office has even started a betting pool to guess baby’s sex and the date of birth. So far, the majority seems to think we could be having a boy, so if it turns out otherwise, those four people who bet baby girl are in for a treat.
Both our mums are also leaning towards boy, although I must add that all their guesses are followed by a “but”. As in, “I think it’s a boy but I thought your sister was a boy too because my bump was so neat when I was carrying her” (my mum). And, “It looks like it could be a boy but I was so sure [Y's sister] was a boy too until she came out” (my mum-in-law).
As for hubby and myself, our first guess was that we’re having a boy. Hubby was so sure we even bought boys’ clothes when we got a voucher that we had to spend before the end of last year. Recently, though, I’ve been thinking it might be a girl, and hubby woke up one morning last week convinced of the same. So we’ll see. One of my new-mummy friends told me the woman always knows instinctively, but I think my instincts are just as confused as I am.
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Posted in: Pregnancy.
Look who we have guarding the frontlines of our television! Everyone got one at Di’s wedding but of course, Y being Y, he somehow managed to leave with eight. He thought they were the coolest things and, I have to admit, I think so too. Second only to marbles, which I have this weird fascination with.
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Posted in: Marriage.
Guitar Hero!
Jessie just turned 21 and I haven’t really spent time with her since she got back early December so this was heaps fun. We made a real date of it: Guitar Hero, dinner and a movie. Then I’ll have to take them home because she’s still not allowed to take the car out.
Edit: So the night turned out a whole lot more interesting than we expected when Josh took ill just before the movie and emptied the contents of his stomach into a nearby garbage bin. We’re glad he didn’t make a mess on the floor. He puked once more during the show but insisted we stay on for the entire film. What a trooper.
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Posted in: Family.
Because we had to wait an hour for Y’s mobile phone to be repaired, Y, J, C and I made ourselves comfortable at a nearby bubble tea place and ended up playing games to pass the time. It’s been a long time since I played bridge and even longer since I played Snakes and Ladders, and it was nice.
With gloomy skies overhead – we didn’t mind because that meant cool weather, bubble tea by our sides and nothing to do but relax, we had fun. I won our only game of Snakes and Ladders thanks to an unbelievable streak of good luck. Then we moved on to bridge. I used to play lots of it during my first two years in Melbourne, but that feels like such a long time ago.
It was so good to see the boys relaxing on a Saturday afternoon without having to think about work. Y and J didn’t even talk about advertising once!
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Posted in: Daily Events.
Continuing on the subject of things I was born to do, I may have found one of them: play Guitar Hero.
The boss has most benevolently lent the office his kids’ Guitar Hero III and we’ve been playing it since last Thursday. I love it! I first played it in a Dick Smith store in Melbourne and got the hang of it almost instantly. Y keeps telling people I was bullying the small kids by not letting them play but I didn’t fail my level! And I eventually stopped and let someone else play even though I was still winning.
Too bad playing Guitar Hero isn’t a profit-making pastime, although I must add that I’d probably get bored of it pretty quick if I had to actually practice it every single day. I’ve been bugging Y to buy it for me but everytime we finally show up at the store to get it, it’s either out of stock or we hear word that a new version is coming out and we should wait another couple of months. Some people would say it’s a sign.
No matter. I’m happy enough as it is with a Guitar Hero in the office. As of this evening, I’d worked my way through three “expert” songs (that’s a milestone, yes it is) and I am one very gleeful camper indeed.
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Posted in: Daily Events.
Six in our office have signed up for our Hot Potato league, and we’re joined by four other Fafarazzi pros who have quite an impressive array of medals and trophies to their credit.
We are determined to whip Swedishbikinibabe’s butt.
No, not in that way.
24 hours to go before our league kicks off, but just as an appetiser, my Rookie league kicks off today!
p/s: I should explain: Fafarazzi.com is a league where you draft celebrities into your team and score points every time they appear in the headlines of a pre-determined set of websites. Not exactly brain surgery, and it beats having to watch every football match from here till… whenever.
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Posted in: Celebrities.
The boys have made passing remarks pertaining to fantasy football leagues of late, so when I chanced across this little link, I thought it was the perfect girly antidote – a fantasy celebrity league!
It even ties in to my day job – sort of. I think I’ll invite all my colleagues. As if we need: a) another reason to read gossip headlines; b) another distraction from our work. If anyone wants to play, let me know. I wouldn’t mind indulging in some fantasy league-ing, just to see what it’s like.
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Posted in: Celebrities.
who once told me to let her know when I got sick of Y playing X-box. I think she might have meant Halo specifically, but my gripe is not about Halo.
It is about Y who can do little but play his stoopid X-box every free moment he has. I don’t mean he plays with the guys – I have absolutely no problems with him doing that, I mean he plays alone. That’s the stoopid part.
I understand the male need to jiggle buttons on a controller with fellow males. I understand this need even when it extends into the early hours of the morning. But I only understand for as long as there is community as the underlaying excuse, or if you’re a hermit with no responsibilities and no human beings around you.
When all he does is hog the television every spare minute so he can play by himself, when he can think of little else but his stoopid game(s), neither of which are Halo, I think I reserve the right to rant.
I would throw that pretty white thing out the window – and my in-laws would love me all the more for it too – but I love the boys too much to do that. Kindness can be so inconvenient at times.
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Posted in: Marriage.
