tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35334982011-04-22T06:06:05.358+10:00<i>In open fields of wild flowers <a href="mailto:happylittlebluebird@hotmail.com?subject=your blog">she </a> breathes the air and flies away... she thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses in no simple language... someday she'll understand the meaning of it all<a href="http://www.jarsofclay.com">...</a></i> Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303505740517369585noreply@blogger.comBlogger3001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533498.post-8292652803955485742008-03-25T22:50:00.001+10:002008-03-25T22:50:59.012+10:00

It is very inconvenient to have insomnia when you also have a little baby and a toddler.   Really, I should be going to bed pretty soon after the girls do, but it's not happening. They've been asleep for 3 hours already, and I'm wasting precious sleeping time! Now the more I think about it, the more awake I feel.

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RULES:1. Put Your itunes, windows media plyer etc on Shuffle2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDSIF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?"King of Fools" by Delirious? (Man, I'm really mean!)HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?"Time Ta Jam" by DC Talk (Oh yeah, I can bring it!)WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL

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Check this out:   Israelites High on Mt Sinai?   The biblical Israelites may have been high on a hallucinogenic plant when Moses brought the Ten Commandments down from Mount Sinai, according to a new study by an Israeli psychology professor. Writing in the British journal Time and Mind, Benny Shanon of Jerusalem's Hebrew University said two plants in the Sinai desert contain the same

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I don't think I mentioned this in Isabella's birth story. When the contractions were getting really painful, and it was about 20 hours after my waters had broken, I was crying. As you would! About an hour before, I was 5cm dilated. When the nurse noticed I was crying, she said that was a good sign that I was getting closer to full dilation! When she said that, I was terrified, thinking that

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I have this song in my head:I see anemones!What do you see?Sea anemones! I see anemones.Is an anemone cool in a rockin' rock pool?Of course it's cool!What did you say?Of course it's cool!What did you say?Of course it's cool!So shout it from the sea shore.Anemones are cool in a rockin' rock pool.Anemones are cool in a rockin' rock pool.It's really, really, really catchy. Trust me, if you heard it,

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Last Thursday, I went to the shopping centre with my sister during the day. I bought a shirt for Grace, but as I was unpacking everything when I got home, I couldn't find it! I'd given it to her to hold when she was in her pram, so she must have dropped it somewhere at the shops. I was a bit upset, and considered going back to look for it, but the girls were asleep. When my husband came home, he

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Quick update on my life: I was pregnant, and now I'm not. :o) Here's the story.For about a week before Isabella’s birth, I was in pre-labour, complete with regular labour pains that became closer together before randomly stopping after a few (or more) hours. I was sure I’d go into real labour at any minute. Sometimes I was even sure I was already in real labour. But after a week of wondering if

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Why do some people assume I'm a horrible mother?   At my husband's work Christmas party, he and I were talking to the boss's wife. I was holding Grace, and hubby gave Grace a stick. After being totally disinterested for a while, she decided to put it in her mouth. I, of course, didn't let her. The boss's wife then began to talk about how people protect their kids too much, and they need some

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I went to bed at 9:30, I really did. But I've been tossing and turning for the past 40 minutes, not at all tired. Help me! This always happens. I have the best intentions, but I just can't do it. Now I'm up, surfing the internet, while my husband and baby are both sleeping very soundly. Did I mention I'm bored?   What can I do? Seriously, I don't even have anything to say. I'm just sitting

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Wednesday 3:   1.  Do you write poetry? Any good?   No and no. I used to pride myself on my tiny snippets of short stories, but anything more technical just eludes me. Or maybe I just haven't really tried. That sounds better, let's go with that one.2.  Who is considered the black sheep of your family? Why?   I don't think we have one. Strange, I know. Well, not in the immediate family,

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This is our schedule for the weekend:   Friday night - Youth breakup gala dinner (dressing up all pretty-like and eating yummy food)   Saturday morning - Either Youth music team breakup breakfast at the park, or swapping our room into the spare room so we can have air-conitioning (our window air-conditioning unit doesn't fit into our current room, which has a sliding door instead of a window

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Man, Grace is so clever. Yesterday at dinner time, I was feeding her in her high chair. I gave her the lid of her food container to play with, and I was holding the other part. She reached out with the lid and put it on the container! I gave it back to her, and she did it another three times. What a legend!   This morning I went for another 40 minute walk... unfortunately I did it when I was

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It's okay when your to-do list isn't completely finished by the end of the day. You're not a failure when the house is a mess. Yours is the most important job in the world - the mothering, not the housekeeping. Remember that looking after Grace is priority number one, and anything else you do is just extra.  

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I'm on a mission... I think. I want to lose weight, at least 5kg by Christmas. So, I'm going to try to do various exercises at home when Grace is asleep, go for a walk every day and not snack or eat junk food. I went for a 40 minute walk this morning! It was good. I didn't go the usual route (up a huge hill that is so very hurty), I walked a longer but easier way. So I didn't dread it as

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You won't believe it... we have the internet! It was installed this morning. It's really weird to think that I can blog again. To tell you the truth, I only missed it a tiny bit. But yes!Grace is almost 10 months old. She can stand and walk while holding onto furniture, and she climbs over everything. She crawls around alot, but is also very content to just play in one little section of the room.

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Grace had her 2-month immunisations today. Up until the needles went in (three of them! One in one thigh, and two in the other), she was smiling heaps. Then came the crying. I almost cried, too. And I was so nervous this morning before our appointment. I love my little girl so much, the thought of her in pain is unbearable. It made me think about how much God loves us. He's the author of love, He

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We had a doctor's appointment today. Grace is basically in the 50th percentile for everything. :o) She's 4.1kg (9 pounds) and 54cm long. And I don't remember how big her head is, but it's normal. Our friends' baby girl, Bethany, is a week older than Grace, and was 6 pounds 15 ounces when she was born (6 ounces heavier). But now, Grace looks so much bigger! I think it's mainly the head. Bethany's

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And here she is again. 

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Here is my beautiful daughter. 

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At about 10:30pm on Sunday night (the 15th of January), I started having contractions. They weren't painful, but fairly regular. By Tuesday, the morning of my hospital appointment, they had become much stronger. But that was okay, because I thought that Tuesday was the day I would be induced. Nope. They couldn't break my waters, because I was only 1cm dilated. I would have to wait until Wednesday

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Here I am! Lack of internet access is bad. I promise I'll post the birth story and some pictures very shortly. But I had the baby! Our little Grace. She was born at 3:33am on the 19th January, and was 6 pounds 9 ounces. She's absolutely gorgeous. I'll post more soon, I promise. The end.

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So, no news yet. The baby's still in there. Hopefully very, very soon. It feels like bub is trying to come out, pushing every which way. Especially at night when I'm trying to sleep. It used to move around heaps during the day, and not at night. I was cheering, because I thought I'd have a baby who slept through the night. But the last few days, I have been kept awake by a squirming bub. D'oh!But

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I'm being prepared for motherhood. I've been waking up, STARVING, at 3am every morning. Without fail. I'm sure it's preparation for someone else waking up hungry during the night.   Meanwhile, my husband and I went on a cleaning frenzy. Our house is so clean and pretty! No junk piles to be seen! And my Aunty and Uncle gave us a rocking chair for the baby's room. It's so awesome. Yay!   I've

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I'm so glad this is my last day of work. In fact, I have 1 hour to go! Yippee!!!   At my doctor appointment yesterday, my blood pressure was even higher than it was on Tuesday. The doctor sent me to the hospital for some tests, and although my BP was even HIGHER at the hospital, the baby was fine and very active. All the other tests came back normal, so they sent me home. It felt like a

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I had a really nice lunch, and received a huge bunch of flowers. Also, surprisingly, the guys didn't talk about work all the time as they are usually inclined to do. Even more surprisingly, they asked some questions about the baby (names, hospital, etc). Sure, each answer brought about a barrage of stories that were only remotely related to what we were originally talking about, but that

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I only have 1 1/2 days left of work. Well, kind of. There's half of today (since the day's half over), tomorrow I leave at 12:00, and Friday I leave at 11:00. 1 1/2 days. Oh, how I love that thought. Let's ponder that for a moment, shall we? Ahhhhhhhh. That was nice.   So, yesterday my doctor said that my blood pressure was a little high. So I have to go back tomorrow for another

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I'm sorry for not updating, especially since from the end of the week I'll probably only be able to update every Thursday or Friday. I've been training my replacement, and most of our time together consists of her waiting around for me to give her something to do, and me not having anything for her to do (or me to do, for that matter). So she waits, and I wait, and we both just stand/sit

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Since I something something something, la la la la la. I don't know the words. You know that song... by that band. Yeah, that one. I would do some internet research and find out exactly what I'm talking about, but not gonna.   Our church's Christmas Carols Extravaganza was on last night! It was so cool. I loved it. And I somehow managed to hit all the high notes, even the ones in O Holy

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Last night's dinner was a semi-disaster. We had lemon crumbed chicken, which is delicious and easy when my Mum makes it. But I had trouble with the frying part. The outside was looking burnt, while the inside had only just cooked. I lamented my burnt chicken for a while.   Then I was turning the chicken over, using a spatula instead of tongs. Apparently, that was a bad idea. The oil

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Yesterday I went to en Executive Assistants' Luncheon. It was just basically about getting to know other people who do the same kind of work I do, and getting free food. But you wouldn't believe it - I talked to people. Yes, me. I find it so much easier to talk to strangers now that I'm pregnant. I guess because I actually have something to talk about, something that most women either have

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Please stop trying to pull me into your life!

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I wish she hadn't dragged me into this. It's so clearly none of my business. I would have been quite happy not to know, and continue in my naivety. All this trying to distinguish fact from fiction is not beneficial for me. I never asked for this.

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Praise the Lord. It doesn't seem like it's true. Well, I asked the other person who would have been involved, who I trust way more than the person who told me, and he said it's not true (at least not that he knows of, i.e. he wasn't involved). But, I wouldn't have thought any less of the people involved if it did happen. Just wanted to get the facts. It is a relief, though.

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Dear God, There are a lot of things I don't know about some people in my life, I realise that now. But this? Please help me to process the information, and discern the truth from the lies. Love Alyssa

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So, our original plan was to drive to my brother-in-law's wedding in March, with a 2-month old baby, on a trip that takes about 24 hours non-stop. We'd obviously have stopped HEAPS along the way, so it might have taken about three days.   But yesterday, we got a ridiculously good deal on plane tickets! It's going to be about $350 all up, which is what we would have spent on petrol and

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According to this article on Blogging Baby, a Danish study cites 'drinking eight or more cups of coffee daily while pregnant as greatly increasing the risk for spontaneous abortion and stillbirth.' Also, 'women who drank four to seven cups daily had a 33 percent increased risk of fetal death.'   Do some people actually drink more than eight cups of coffee per day??? Wow. Even four cups

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I had a Gloria Jeans' Very Vanilla Latte last Friday (naughtily, because of the too much caffeine thing). It was SOOOOOO good. I'd forgotten how delicious they are. Wow. On my way home from the hospital after having the baby, I am going to go to the shops near my work, and have a Vanilla Latte, and some sushi from the best sushi place EVER. I don't even know what the place is called, but man

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We went to Youth camp on the weekend. It was fabulous. :o)   Being 32 weeks pregnant made it a bit uncomfortable at times, but nothing I couldn't handle. This weekend, the baby must have had a growth spurt, because my belly was feeling very heavy. But surprisingly, when I was jumping around on Sunday night, I felt completely normal. It scared me a bit, as I felt as light as a feather. But

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I'm just so sick of everything and everyone. Oh well, I'll get over it.

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My belly button is so close to becoming an outie! It's very exciting. But then, when I 'empty my bladder', it goes back in a little bit. But still, it's almost there! A couple of weeks, and I should be an official outie! This is seriously one of the joys of pregnancy. That, and seeing your belly wobble around like it's inhabited by aliens. Not that I know what an alien-inhabited belly looks

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We have Youth Camp this weekend. To tell you the truth, I'm worried. I'm worried that somehow I'll fall over onto my stomach and hurt the baby.I'm worried that my brother and sister won't enjoy it, and won't respond.I'm worried that people won't be careful around me, and I'll be continually afraid for the baby's safety.I'm worried that someone will play a prank on me.I'm worried that someone will

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Man, I am so bored. One of the main things I am NOT going to miss about work, is my lunch hour. Sometimes I have no idea what to do, and become bored out of my brain. I surf the 'net, call my husband, eat my lunch... and still have half an hour left. There are not many things I dislike more than being bored. Ask my husband, he'll tell you. I get bored so easily. I must have a very short

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My step-aunty and uncle were moving down here from up in the sticks somewhere, along with their two kids (and one on the way). Instead of going directly through the moving company, they accepted an 'under-the-table' offer from one of the movers for more than a third of the price (he otherwise would have come down here with an empty truck). They'd used him three times before, and trusted him.

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I had my glucose test on Friday. I'll find out the results at my doctor appointment this morning. I'm not worried. But, that being said, I don't know much about gestational diabetes, and how it affects your body & pregnancy. I can't imagine it being a huge drama, since I only have ten weeks to go, and have been fine so far. Oh well, I'll find out soon.   I had read alot about the glucose

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I had a dream last night, that my husband and I were chasing a robber around the church. He hadn't actually broken into the church yet, but we knew he was going to. Our suspicions were confirmed when we lost sight of him, then saw him breaking in through the window. We ran around to where he was, and I was caught by his co-robber. I knew he was going to knock me unconscious, but I was

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Our weekend was fantastic. :o)   On Friday night, we went to Lonestar for dinner, and surprisingly ate ALL of what we ordered. It was crazy, there was so much food. I was a bit worried about the time, and possibly getting to the cinema late for our movie. But, as it turned out, we had TOO much time! We got to the restaurant at 5:00, our order had arrived by 5:20, and we'd completely finished

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I'm so excited! Tonight, my husband and I are going to Lonestar for dinner.I'm getting the Chicken Tenders - "Crumbed strips of chicken breast with a honey mustard dipping sauce on a bed of Texas Rice". AND the Pumpkin Soup - "A classic topped with sour cream and chives". I really feel like pumpkin soup, but you can get that anywhere. So I had to have at least something Lonestarry. My husband is

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I think my boss has forgotten to pay us. Tomorrow is a pay day, but he's down in another state for all of today and tomorrow. Ouch. And my husband and I are going away this weekend. Double ouch. But never fear, I have almost enough in our savings accounts to pay for what we need (rent & going away expenses), so it should be okay. And once he realises his mistake (I have sent him an SMS to

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Guess what? There's only 9 weeks and 2 days until I finish work! Which means, there's only 9 weeks and 4 days until Christmas! AND, there's only 11 weeks and 4 days until our baby's due! Look - this is where my husband and I are staying for our anniversary this weekend. It's such a gorgeous place! It's just over the road from the river/beach.

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I desperately want another ultrasound. I am craving one. Really. I want to see that the baby is still the sex that they said it was, so I don't get a surprise on it's birthday. But I want to make absolutely certain that the colour we're buying is right. At the moment, I'm all like "Maybe we should buy it in yellow...", just in case. I want to see it's cute little face. I want to make sure

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I've been tagged THREE TIMES, so I'd better get cracking. :o)Okay, this one's from Kristy.5 things I plan to do before I die: 1. Have 4 children & raise them to love God and fulfil their dreams2. Become a regular worship leader at church3. See my whole family saved4. Become a piano/violin/saxophone/clarinet maestro5. See my husband fulfil his calling in God5 things I can do:1. Sing2. Type

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Example:   "Hey, this is Some Dude from Some Company. How are you?" "I'm good, how are you?" "Not as good as you sound!" "Ummm, okay..." "You sound happy, must be the coffee, hey?" "Well, I don't drink coffee..." "It must be the tea or Coke or something then." "Ummm, okay..."  

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I just went in to tell John that some people were here to see him. The boss was talking to him at the time, so I waited until he was finished saying what he needed to. John wouldn't even acknowledge that I was there, even though I was looking straight at him the whole time. The boss asked what I wanted, and I said to John "John, there are some people here to see you." He replied, "I'm talking to

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Dude. Last night was crazy. How ironic that I used that word, because that's exactly how a certain person was acting. This person was someone who some of my family members didn't like, but I always stuck up for, because she was important to someone close to me. So I blindly thought it could work out, and dismissed what the others said, thinking they were just being protective. I was wrong,

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Oh my goodness. I just had someone come into our office. He wanted to speak to the insurance company that was in our office over three years ago. He knew that they had moved to the city, but he said "They're really hard to do business with in the city", and wanted me to call them on his behalf so he could make a change on his policy. I told him I couldn't do it from my phone because I get

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  We had our Substation (Home Group) Challenge last night. Our Home Group was called the 'Shanghai Mafia'. My sister and I were traditional Asian women, and the boys were Ninjas. We looked great - we got the prize for best costumes!   Our skit for the night consisted of my sister and I approaching each other and "talking" (moving our mouths while the guys over-dubbed our voices with

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Do you see my pregnancy ticker up the top of this page? People, we're almost down to double-digits. This is either really exciting or really scary. I haven't decided which.   I've been working out how pregnant I'll be at different important dates. It's fun.   On my brother's birthday, I'll be 27 weeks (13 to go). On my first wedding anniversary, I'll be 29 weeks (11 to go). On our Youth

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It was either the water or the pillow. I didn't drink a banana Nesquik before going to bed, because Nesquik has no potassium. Apparently 'banana flavoured' doesn't necessarily mean 'filled with all the good stuff bananas are filled with'. That's a really awkward sentence, but you catch my drift.   So I guess I'll keep drinking lots of water, and sleeping with a pillow between my knees (which

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Oh, last night. How wonderful was last night?! We had a Youth leaders’ meeting, and almost the whole time, the baby was moving heaps. At first it wasn’t really kicks, but more like swishing, and little twitches all around my belly, first one side, then the other, then up, then down. Then came a few huge kicks! My husband saw one of them, and he laughed out loud in the middle of the meeting. He

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I am so tired. And cranky. I wish I could go home right now and sleep. But work doesn't finish for another 2 1/2 hours, and then I have to get ready for my friend's birthday party, then go to the party. Hopefully it won't go too late. I say this because I don't have a car tonight (my husband's driving to a guys' camp for the night. I will be husbandless again! D'oh), so I have to get someone

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Examining the different ways males and females react to a pregnant woman. Females:1. "Are you expecting?" 2. "Are you having a bubby?"3. "Since when have you been pregnant?"4. "Boy, you've popped out all of a sudden!" (Imagine if I wasn't pregnant! I would be in tears!) Males:1. "Are you keeping healthy?" (This was said by the petrol station attendant as I was buying a chocolate milk and

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  You heard what happened, didn't you? England won the Ashes. I take solace in the fact that it's the first time they've won since 1987, but still. The first year I take an interest in cricket, and we lose. Oh well, there's always next year. We'll kick their butts (figuratively)! We've done it every other year, for SEVENTEEN years in a row! So we can do it again. :o)   Oh, Flintoff is a

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  I saw my pregnant friend on the weekend, the one who's due within a week of me. I really struggle not to compare myself with her. Who will be a better mother? Whose baby will be cuter? Whose child will be better behaved? I know comparisons like that are futile. We're both completely different people, with different goals and different life experiences. Our parenting styles will be

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Did I have a major growth spurt yesterday, or something? I was at the bank, and the counter chick asked "Are you having a bubby?"  So that's three people in the last 24 hours who have asked me! I'm happy. :o)   And I got some good deals on fruit this afternoon (1kg oranges, 2 punnets strawberries, 4 passionfruit and 2 large avocados, all for $10), so I'm happy about that, too.   And I got

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Last night I went to the supermarket, and the deli chick asked "Are you expecting?" That was the first time anyone has said anything like that. I must be getting big. It's cool!   Then this morning I went to our stationery suppliers, and the lady asked "Since when have you been pregnant?!" I said "Since April", and she said "You've just popped out all of a sudden!" I left with a huge smile

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I'm finally posting the ultrasound photos from our 20-week scan. Yay! Man, our baby is so gorgeous! Just look...

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Me: {company name}, Alyssa speaking.Her: Hi, can I speak to Nicole please?Me: There’s no-one here named Nicole. Her: I’ve got N-I-C-O-L-E, I’m assuming it’s Nicole, who’s called me from your firm, regarding {blah blah blah}.Me: Well, there’s no-one here by that name…Her: Someone from your firm has called me, I’ve got the number here!Me: What was it regarding again?Her: This is the {so and so}

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Husband: Ask the baby what it is. My sister: (with hand on my tummy) Baby, what are you?Husband: Goo goo ga ga! I'm a little boy/girl!Husband: What goes "Waaaa! Waaaa!"? My brother: A baby... Husband: What goes "Waaaa! Pink/Blue! Waaaa!"? A baby girl/boy! He is one strange fellow. :o)

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Last night was so darn awesome! My husband and I were on the couch watching TV, and I started to feel the baby move. Hubby put his hand on my stomach, and was so rapt when he could feel it kicking and moving around for about 20 minutes, non-stop! It was the most I've ever felt the baby move. Our kid's such a squirmer. :o) If the baby's still like this in a couple of months, I am going to be

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I really regret not asking for an ultrasound photo of our baby’s private parts. That sounds weird, doesn’t it? But you know how, when you first become pregnant, you doubt the pregnancy test, the doctors, the Doppler, and everything else? Then when you see the ultrasound, you’re like “Oh, there’s really a baby in there!” Now I doubt the ultrasound technician, and even my own eyesight. At the time,

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Aaaargh. I'm so sick of work. The way my boss talks to one of the other employees... if he spoke to me that way, I would be out of here in two seconds. Either that, or I'd burst into tears after work every day. I can't wait to get out of here. This is why I can't take my eyes off of the clock. This is why I'm counting down the hours and minutes until work ends each afternoon. There are about

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At my last singing lesson, I asked my teacher about singing at the Christmas Carols when I'm 8 months pregnant. She said I should be able to handle it, and that we'd work on breath management in preparation. Well, at my lesson last night, she told me that she'd spoken to another singing teacher and he said that perhaps it's not such a good idea. He said that singing when you're really

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I just vomited. At work. While I was at my desk. I was eating my lunch (pasta), and it came back up. I had to catch it with my hands, then I grabbed an empty plate that was on my desk and threw up some more. I made my way to the kitchen and threw up in the sink. Violently. Multiple times. I was secretly hoping someone in our office of 4 people would notice, and send me home. But no such luck. I

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We found out the gender of our baby! But it’s a secret. :o) The baby’s perfectly fine, there’s nothing wrong with him/her. The ultrasound technician was going on about how cute it was, when it was wriggling around and striking lots of different poses. We saw it hiccuping, too! Gorgeous little bub. But like last time, it was a squirmer! It stayed still long enough to determine the sex, though. And

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Okay, I’ve had 3 large glasses of water. Although, I conveniently overlooked the ‘large’ part of the equation. FINE. I’ll drink some more. I’ve gone and made myself feel all guilty. Anyway, I figure 4 medium glasses of water will be the same as 3 large glasses. Yes? I worked that out using my superior mathematical intellect, otherwise known as ‘guessing’.  Yippee! I only have to hold my bladder

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Oh, the strange people I encounter on the phone. I mark exams in my job. One dude called in relation to an employee for whom he was sending through the completed exam papers.Him: You’ll pass him, won’t you?Me: If he gets the questions right, yes.Him: There’ll be no free bacon for you this Christmas, girl!I laughed, although I have absolutely no idea what that means.  

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Remember how I said earlier today about loving my job because I got a substantial amount of money which really had nothing to do with my job but made me feel good about today? Yeah, I’m over that. Now I just want to go home. Nothing bad happened, but I’m just tired and waiting for today to be over. You know those days when you press the ‘send/receive’ button on Outlook every two seconds, just in

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In home group we were talking about trials (in a roundabout way). As Kristy reminded me in the comments of my previous post about this subject, I have been through, and am currently going through trials. Perhaps I was just too positive (if there’s such a thing) in not realising that those things were actually trials. So we spoke about how when we are in a jungle, and clearing our pathway with a

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My husband and I got our tax refunds!!! They were deposited into my account yesterday, less than a week after they were lodged! I’m excited, because we’ve almost paid off the credit card, and we now have money for tomorrow’s ultrasound, and I was also able to get our loan payments up to date. It’s such a relief. So I am extremely happy today. Completely differs from my mood last night, when I was

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I had to call World Vision today to cancel my child sponsorship. We can't afford it now that we're having a child of our own. The lady I spoke to was so lovely! She said that it was fine, and not to feel bad because my child would still be looked after. She thanked me for my support over the last couple of years. She made small talk about when my baby's due, and how exciting it must be, etc.

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Okay, so maybe I am going through a trial. It has to do with the 'exciting news' that I posted earlier this week. It looks like that probably won't happen. I said I wasn't going to get my hopes up, but I did. It was about finances for after the baby's born. I could have been able to be a stay-at-home mum. But turns out the financial situation probably won't work out (since the government

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My boss just asked if I'd done any work on MYOB since the auditors have been here. I said yes, then he just shook his head in a 'tsk tsk' manner. I was like "No-one told me not to!" and he said "Yes, we did." I reiterated "No, you didn't." He replied "Yes, we did", in a holier-than-thou fashion. He went on to say that I'd probably have to input all of those transactions again, after the

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Do you think anyone would notice if I fell asleep here at my desk?    So very tired. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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There have been some possible major developments in a certain area of my life. Major developments. They’re not set in stone, so I can’t talk about them yet. I don’t want to get my hopes up, just in case it doesn’t work out, but I am excited. I really have to pray my butt off about it, because I so want it to happen!!! Meanwhile, I have a doctors appointment tomorrow! I’m excited about that too,

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A year ago today, I sent an email to myself through www.futureme.org (I wrote about it here). I received it today. Here is a copy:(this message was composed on Wed, Aug 4, 2004)Dear FutureMe, By now, you'll have been married for over 9 months. I can't even imagine what that will be like. At the moment, there are 79 days to go, and I'm pretty nervous. So many things are going to change within the

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For the past couple of days, I have been feeling pregnant. I’m beginning to realise why my original plan of singing on-stage at Youth until December would probably be a bad idea. Strange thing is, my wise music director (who is male and has no children) had this revelation before I did. I was all “I can totally handle this! I can jump around for long periods of time right up until the baby’s born

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As promised, here are the photos of my gorgeous baby. Baby's hand covering his/her face (the round thing to the left-hand side is the tummy). Baby's hand and arm.Baby's face and tummy.By my calculations, he/she would be about this big:I'm going now. Work and all. :o)

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I had the ultrasound yesterday. All of the measurements and everything are normal for 16 weeks. So I'm not 3 weeks early like the doctors thought. I still think it’s weird that two separate doctors thought that I felt further along. I think it was due to the placement of my uterus, so perhaps it is just naturally a bit higher than normal. But we got to see the baby! He/She was squirming around

Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303505740517369585noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533498.post-1121831081268038222005-07-20T13:38:00.000+10:002005-07-20T13:47:51.230+10:00

This was stolen from Kristy, because she's my friend, and I can fully steal stuff from her. Yay! X= yes( ) snuck out of the house(x) gotten lost {Once was on the way to a friend's church, and it cost me $15 in phone calls to find out how to get there!}(x) seen a shooting star( ) been to any other countries besides yours( ) had serious surgery( ) gone out in public in your pyjamas( ) kissed a

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I went to the hospital yesterday for a pregnancy check-up. Everything’s perfect. But as the doctor was feeling my uterus, he asked if I was certain of the dates. I’m not. Because this baby wasn’t exactly ‘planned’, as such, I wasn’t taking notice of when my periods were. So I told him that, and he said that he thought I was more like 18 weeks, instead of 15! He told me to go to the doctor this

Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303505740517369585noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533498.post-1121233361107711032005-07-13T15:40:00.000+10:002005-07-13T15:42:41.113+10:00

Some hawkers don’t even try. Although the sign on our office building door clearly says ‘Hawkers by appointment only’, they come and try to sell us things unannounced anyway. This one fellow came in today, and said that he’s from the local cinema. He asked if I usually go to that cinema, and I said no, because I live closer to another one. He replied “Okay, that means I can’t bribe you then!”,

Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303505740517369585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533498.post-1121226224997456362005-07-13T13:41:00.000+10:002005-07-13T13:46:16.676+10:00

Them: Company Name, Jennifer speaking.Me: Hi, this is Alyssa from blah blah. Can I please speak to Ryan?Them: {speaking to Ryan in the background, “It’s Alyssa from blah blah on the phone. OK, I’ll put it straight through to your office”} I’ll put you through.---transferred---Them: Company Name, Meredith speaking.Me: Hi, this is Alyssa from blah blah. Can I please speak to Ryan?Them: I’ll put you

Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303505740517369585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533498.post-1121148465341565292005-07-12T16:06:00.000+10:002005-07-12T16:07:45.346+10:00

Oh, by the way, I’m going to have the best week ever. :o)Monday night – Sleeping (this was planned by my husband, even though I ended up doing it too, because I wasn’t feeling well).Tuesday night – Prayer meeting from 6pm to 7pm, then going home and having dinner, doing some dishes and lounging about.Wednesday night – My sister’s coming over for dinner (we are a great team when it comes to

Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303505740517369585noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533498.post-1121144654253367932005-07-12T15:03:00.000+10:002005-07-12T15:04:14.256+10:00

I’m having a very strange day. Every time I feel the slightest bit hungry, I also feel as if I’m about to faint. This happened last night, too. I vomited on the way home from work (we stopped at a friend’s house to, uh, release the sick {in his driveway} and clean up my shoes afterwards), so I went straight to bed when we got home. I slept from about 6pm to 10pm, then woke up hungry. I went to

Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303505740517369585noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533498.post-1121129135204514482005-07-12T10:44:00.000+10:002005-07-12T10:45:35.210+10:00

This dude called from our telephone company, and wanted to email us some information.Him: So what’s your name?Me: Alyssa.Him: E-L-I-S-A?Me: No, it’s A-L-Y-S-S-A.Him: *laughs* You’ve tricked me then, because you said ‘Eeee’-lissa.Ummm, no I didn’t. I DO know how to say my own name. Or maybe I just go around pronouncing it incorrectly, to “trick” people. Woohoo. What a rush. Ha ha, I tricked you!

Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303505740517369585noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533498.post-1121056737900028672005-07-11T14:38:00.000+10:002005-07-11T14:38:57.906+10:00

Alisia, my Sims 2 character, is pregnant!!! It’s so cool. Her fears are throwing up, having an ‘accident’, and passing out. At the moment, her tummy is about the same size as mine. And she passes gas and burps something chronic! Ewww. But hey, don’t we all? :o)Have I mentioned before that I would be freaked out by people rubbing my tummy? I’ve thought it, many times. Well anyway, I always thought

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More on my vegetable obsession: I was in the supermarket this morning, and I had some change left over from buying bread. I thought “Hey, I’m pregnant and cool. I deserve a treat.” Guess what I bought, out of everything in the entire store? Cabbage.For the past two days, I’ve woken up STARVING. It’s fully strange. Then if I eat anything substantial, it just comes back up again. So I can’t win,

Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303505740517369585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533498.post-1120539998619867432005-07-05T15:03:00.000+10:002005-07-05T15:06:38.623+10:00

I’m committed. I’m going to blog right now.My wonderful friend Kristy gave me Sims 2 on the weekend! It’s so cool. I haven’t actually played it yet, though. It doesn’t work on my home computer, but it does on my work computer! I get to work about an hour early each morning (I carpool with my husband), so I’m going to actually have something to do during that time. No boredom for me. :o)Okay, so

Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303505740517369585noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533498.post-1119842956298545952005-06-27T13:28:00.000+10:002005-06-27T13:30:35.430+10:00

If you hadn’t already guessed by the blatantly obvious ticker at the top of this page, I’M PREGNANT!I went in for my three month check-up today, and heard the heartbeat. It made the whole thing seem so much more real. There really is a baby in there! Before today, I was afraid of announcing the pregnancy (even to family and friends), because I didn’t really believe it. I thought “What if the home

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