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Thursday, March 31, 2005

Lay back and think of...

Battboy and I were chatting in the bedroom this morning. I glance up at the ceiling, resume talking Lee, glance up, talk, glance up, glance up, fall on the floor laughing.

There, smiling at me from his position above my pillow is Neil Gaiman.

It took me five minutes to calm down.

Passion, thy name be Neil.

A rose by any other name.

Inpsired by Shane Jaraiya Cummings' blog, I decide to do something serious about my weight. Battbaby is pretty much weaned, so my metabolism is slowing and the weight's creeping on again.
So there I am, inside of a Jenny Craig centre.
"Name?"
"Lyn Battersby," I proudly reply. "I got married on the weekend."
"Congratulations," the skinny old thing enthuses, "that's lovely."
"Yes, it is."
We fill in the forms, date it, I sign it.
Fifteen minutes later I'm on the treadmill at the gym when the scene replays itself through my endorphin enriched mind.
That's when I realised.
I've signed the form with my usual L Triffitt.

This is going to take some getting used to.

Don't ask me when I'm doing up a new blog. I just don't know.

Take care. Apparently there are going to be huge storms tonight.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Even the pain wasn't enough

I'm now Mrs Battersby and yesterday proves it.

Making up a couple of bottles for the Battbaby yesterday, I had the misfortune of tipping freshly boiled water over my hand. I tried to put up with the pain. The Doctor Who panel was about to start, with the Closing Ceremony to follow and I didn't want to take Lee away from either of them. I went downstairs, showed Battboy my hand and immediately had a number of people fussing around me, applying cool water, ice and flannels. Eventually the pain was so bad I decided to take a couple of Panadol. All to no avail. Ten minutes into the panel I had to leave the room to run more water over the burn. A couple of friends found me there and went to find Lee to tell him I needed to go to hospital.

We arrived at Charlie Gardener's and was immediately 'fast tracked'. It was decided the burn was second degree and needed swift attention. Now, you have to understand, swift on a public holiday means you wait 2 hours instead of 7. I was just about passing out by this time as I'd reached the end of my coping abilities. Then a nurse came into the waiting room and said the magic words; "Lyn Battersby?"

I grinned. No amount of pain could spoil the deliciousness of hearing my new name said out loud in public. It was so cool.

The Wedding (aka The Highs and Lows of Getting Married to Battboy)

Saturday really was the best day of my life. Yes, I've been married before and at the time, THAT was the best day, but I didn't get to follow it up with a Tin Duck, did I? :)

It all could have been somewhat different.

On Friday my little brother phoned to say he wasn't coming to the wedding. This was devastating news in and of itself. Raymond and I were never close growing up but had managed to build up a nice relationship in the past 18 months or so. We had finally reached a point where we honestly liked each other. Then this. But to make it worse, he was supposed to be giving me away. 24 hours until my big moment and I had no-one to walk me down the aisle.

Fortunately I was in a group surrounded by people I loved and who cared about me. Two possibilities sprang to mind. Callisto Shampoo, who has become one of my best friends over the past year or so, and Dave Luckett, a man I look up to and respect as both a writer and a person and whom I feel a certain kinship towards. Dave was one of the first people I met in the SF scene and I've grown very fond of him and his wife Sally. After much thought I asked Calli and she said 'yes'. As the time neared, I told her how I'd also thought of Dave and she said, "why not have us both?" So I did. I sent Calli off to ask him while I finished getting dressed.

5:30 came. It was time to go. Casi decided she needed another coat of lipstick. And another. And another.
5:33 we drag my beautiful daughter away from the mirrow and finally leave the room. We enter the lift. It stops on the second floor to let someone else on.
5:35 we step out of the lift, where I'm immediately joined by both Chesh and the photographer, both of whom are giving me instructions that I can't follow. Apparently Battboy had sent Chesh off to find me and make sure I was still coming.
5:37 I finally take that first step down the aisle. Time becomes a blur as I spy my beloved and move towards him. We're both crying. We hold each other close and mouth "I love you" at each other.
The words are said and repeated. We both give our own vows. We cry some more. We kiss, we hug, we kiss a lot more. We sign the registry. We're announced as man and wife. Everyone goes wild.

I loved every minute of it. I loved my dress, my flowers, my hair, but most of all I loved the look on Lee's face when he first saw me. And of course, I love Lee (who looked amazing in his black suit with his hair braided).

But I was sad that my brother wasn't there. And why not? Because I'd invited our mother and he couldn't put aside his enmity for 40 minutes.

I'm not angry. Just disappointed.

I loved the con. Getting married was both wonderful and beautiful, my hen's night was a blast (thanks again to Calli for making it so), receiving 3rd place in the short story competition was lovely, 2nd was better and the Tin Duck was brilliant, fantastic, amazing.

I am one very happy Battbride.

Monday, March 28, 2005

Quack quack

I know. I said I wasn't going to blog until after the con, but somebody offered me a computer and here and I am.

The past 24 hours needed to be blogged.

Last night, at about 6pm, I was informed by Sally that Locus was reviewing ASIM 17, and that my story was having nice things written about it. I've been receiving positive comments all weekend so this was the icing on the cake.

And then came the candles.

Complete with those cute little flowerette thingies that hold them stable in the cake.

Tonight I received third place in the Swancon Awards for my story "A Whisper in the House of Angels."

And second place for my story "Unnatural Selection."

And the Tin Duck for ASIM 11. You know the issue. It's the one where I was told by some of my fellow editors that my stories were inappopriate and in bad taste. I feel well and truly vindicated. I know that at least one of the editors reads my blog. I don't mean you.

Anyway.

I'm an award winning author and editor.

Woohoo to me.

I'm a happy girl.

Oh yeah, I got married too.

All my certificates say "Lyn Battersby."

Teehee.

I have more to say on the subject, but it really can wait until Tuesday afternoon.

Take care.

PS. How much of a nerd am I? I'm in a room party, full of people drinking, and I'm typing my blog on a laptop.

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Last days of the Triffitt

We're off to Swancon in a few minutes (well, actually, we're off to do a whole lot of last minute running around before we reach Swancon, but I digress...) and this is likely to be my last blog as a Triffitt. I will blog one more time on this site when I get back so I can tell you my new blog address.

So how do I feel about this?

Well, I'm excited about the wedding obviously. I love Lee and am looking forward to being his wife. Having a ceremony that changes my name only symbolises a commitment I'd already made to him and our family.

I feel strange to be changing my name. I've been a Triffitt since I was 20, almost half my life, so it feels weird to know that on Saturday I'll wake up a Triffitt and go to bed a Battersby.

Any regrets?

None. Lee and I are the poster couple for relationships. We have an amazing simpatico and totally get each other. We have a wonderful ability to communicate and really enjoy being together, as 14 months of living in each other's pockets 24/7 has proven.

I regret that we both had to lose something precious from our previous lives to get to this point, but as neither of us is responsible for the other person's loss there's not a lot to gain in feeling bad about it.

Am I worried that this marriage will end as the last one did?

No. Lee and I are on the same page when it comes to life, the universe and everything. We have many shared areas separate from the children and we also have our own interests that we feel free to pursue with the other's encouragement.

I loved Jon, but I never felt like we had anything in common. We were two people sharing a life while we walked different paths. I was tied up in being a mother and a Witness. Jon was very work driven. I knew he was on holidays because his work computer came home. I'm not saying that was a bad thing, just that it would have been nice to do something together as a couple occasionally. We didn't really have anything in common so once the children started to develop their independence we found we didn't have a lot to talk about.

Lee and I have our writing, editing of Ticonderoga, our friends, movies and music. Okay, our musical tastes are quite different, but how many people do you know can bond over Jona Lewie's "Stop the Cavalry"?

Well, that's all I've got to say for now. Enjoy your break, whether you're a believer or not. Take care, and, if you're on WA roads, remember it's double demerit points until Monday.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Well, derr...

I just completed a meme about my brain's gender. Like I didn't know this already.

Your Brain is 86.67% Female, 13.33% Male

You have the brain of a girly girl
Which isn't a bad thing at all
You're emphatetic, caring, and in tune with emotions.
You're a good friend and give great advice.

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Rose coloured glasses

It's 3 days until the wedding. Three days until my family and friends turn up to watch me walk down the aisle and marry the man I love. Three days until I make the transition from Triffitt to Battersby in front of about 250 people, some friends, some acquaintances, some camera people brought in specially for the day. Three days until Lee gazes into my eyes and tells me why he loves me.

And I have conjunctivitis.

On a brighter note.

Swancon starts tomorrow. Two weeks ago I was panicking. There was so much to do and so little time. The dress had to be taken up, Casi's had to be bought and altered, the boys had shoes but no clothes, the flowers needed to be finalised, the list went on. Lee was very calm. "It's all under control," he assured me. For him maybe. Everything that needed doing was on my list of things to do, and, as any engaged couple will tell you, the bride's list is about 4 times as long as the groom's.
But, I got it all done.
And the roles have reversed.
For while Battboy didn't have quite the same number of wedding things to do, he has about 4 times as many panels as I have and so about 4 times as many to prepare (although one's my hen's night, so more of a "Callisto" thing to do than "Lyn" thing).
Guess who's panicking now???
If you're off to Swancon this weekend, be sure to check out Lee's Alternative History Panel. A hit last year, I can pretty much guarantee it'll be even better this year. How many other panelists will be buying mob lots of play-doh and then informing their 3 year old, "No sorry, sweetie, that's daddy's"?

Back to square one

The Battbaby's recent foray into all-night-sleeping has come to an end. He's back to waking up twice a night. So much for an uninterrupted wedding night.

Progress

We have had some progress on the bottle front. Connor now happily takes a bottle, even from me, which means I won't have to undress to feed him during the wedding.

Pagan's Progress

That's the name of the video we watched yesterday at uni. I'm enjoying this unit. Every week we learn about the belief systems of a different group of people. Last week we covered Native Americans. I came home and logged on to the discussion board and proceeded to give a little rant about the use of Dream-catchers for ornamental purposes and how important cultural totems should be left to the people who practice within that culture. Pressing 'send' I glanced up and saw the Indian Peace Pipe I bought for Battboy's 33rd birthday, which I bought merely because I knew he'd think it was cool. Hmmm, maybe I should think before I write next time.

Feedback

I've had a lot of positive comments about "The Memory of Breathing" since ASIM 17 came out. Of all the stories I've written, it's my favourite, so I'm glad other people are really enjoying it too.

Well, with less than 28 hours to go until we leave, I have a lot to do (like putting more drops in). Take care and enjoy the break.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

No publicity is bad publicity

News of a certain author's rejection by our little webmag has spread like wildfire. Or, to be more precise, it's not the rejection that has everybody in a tizz, but his reaction to that rejection. Now this person's story is not the first to be rejected by us (and I reiterate here, it's the story we rejected, not the person). We've rejected many works, some of them with higher profiles than the person in question.

I had hoped that his little explosion would be a flash in the pan event, a few feathers would be ruffled, but we'd all settle quickly and get back to counting down the days until Swancon. It hasn't turned out that way.

Everybody is talking about the reaction and the (still ongoing) repercussions. It's the main subject on both lips and blogs (and LJ's).

Which just goes to show, in this game, any publicity is good publicity. It seems a massive Google search is going on to test the author's credibility. He's getting more press now than ever before, which, even if it's not a positive result, it's still a result.

On the up-side, we're getting mentioned too.

Our reaction to this reaction?

We're the editors. We don't have to justify ourselves to anyone. If, on the other hand, you would like to see some quality work by quality authors, go to the TicOn website and treat yourself to the likes of Martin Livings and Ben Peek.

More on Martin

I'm pleased to name drop here. Martin Livings is a friend. He comes to my house for videos and parties and stuff. He even lets me call him Martin now :)
I love being an editor. It gives my fannishness of Martin credibility. I get to read his work and, if I like it (and I always have), I get to push it forward for publication. Yay this job!!

While I'm on a fannish bent

One of the first authors I came across when I decided to take my SF writing seriously was Stephen Dedman. I started reading his The Art of Arrow Cutting, moved on to Foreign Bodies, snapped up The Lady of Situations and of course read his recent short stories in ASIM etc. I'm a fan. For me, Stephen represents Australian horror. His work scares me and excites me at the same time. When I think of Australian talent I think of Stephen second (Battboy always comes first).
Which is why it seems rather surreal to think that next Saturday night he'll be wearing a suit and standing next to Lee as the Best Man at our wedding.

Speaking of which...

This is the last Sunday I'll ever spend as a Triffitt

Celebration time

Last night's party was a blast. We were joined by Callisto and Cheshire, PRK and Tory (the spelling of her name goes through a new incarnation every time we write it) Ju and Kaneda, Aki, Martin and Dr Iz, Nigel, Sheldon, Kylie, Simon, Elaine, Sharon and Chris. Best costumes of the night go to Kylie and Cheshire. Kylie wore a stone-wash denim dress with matching ribbon (a la Desperately Seeking Susan) and shoes while Chesh favoured the leather pants and zipped jacket look (which, rather unsurprisingly given the humidity of the night, quickly became the 'hot and sweaty' look). We ate, drank and gossiped. We listened to 80's music (a few of us were even guilty of singing along occasionally) and then about midnight sat in the lounge and mellowed out to video clips.

On the subject of parties...

I'd like to thank PRK, Ju, Calli, Chesh, Lily, Davina, Christine, Kylie and Anna for coming to my Tupperware party and being so generous. I've stocked up on the pantry range. Has anyone seen our unruly pantry???

Have a nice week and I'll see most of you at Swancon.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

What the...?

I was woken up by a very excited Battboy at about 1am this morning. No, not for the normal reason an excited man wakes his partner up, but because he'd just stumbled upon the news that ASIM 11 is up for a Tin Duck. Despite the ungodliness of the hour, I managed a feeble "woohoo" and a hug for the messenger.

The Battbaby woke me up about an hour later and I managed to read the news myself. Am I pleased? Hell, yes! I worked really hard on that issue and stood firm in the face of many criticisms and it's paid off. I don't mind if the issue doesn't win. The nomination is reward enough. Okay, the trophy would be cool, too.

I'm a very proud editor right now :)

We did it!

Battboy and I should have a t-shirt made up declaring, "I watched all of Simon Schama's History of Britain and all I got was this lousy t-shirt." Lee and I love our History, and the series was fantastic from this perspective, but Schama does go on a bit doesn't he?


Where to begin

Two days until the Tupperware Party and five until the Last Days of the Triffitt one. We're looking around at the house and wondering where to start on our road to cleanliness. Hmmmm. I called a cleaner and arranged for her to come out on Wednesday, but something about her manner freaked me a little so I've decided we'll do it ourselves.

On the plus side, the patio looks fantastic and both parties will probably take place outside.

For those who need to know

11 days to go. Tomorrow marks a week and a half!!!!!!!!!!!

Today I bought clips for my hair.

Study time. Take care

Monday, March 14, 2005

Because he hasn't got enough to do...

Battboy has a new baby, a book about to be launched, 34 stories to bring up to scratch, a wedding to prepare, 57 panels to organise (Okay it's closer to 8, but anything over 4 is way too much) a suitcase to pack, a house to get ready for not one but two parties this week, a pool to pack up and put away, housework to share, overdue books to return to three different libraries, a cot to paint and assemble and a dishwasher to move.

So what's he doing?

He is sitting about a metre and a half away from me typing furiously into his computer. What's he typing? 25 movies you need never see before you die, with synopses.

He's so cute I just have to love him.

Ticonderoga

Get your fresh Ticonderoga Online free on the 15th of this month (I believe that's tomorrow). Issue three is good to go. I'm editing this installment which features Martin Livings (the third story of his I've published) and Ben Peek.

It's a parenting thing

My brother phoned tonight all excited because his seven month old daughter Grace has cut her first tooth. Naturally I had to tell him all about my three month old son who today managed to get up on his hands and knees 4 times before falling down. This is one child who is eager to be off.

It's a parenting thing part two

Battboy and I took the kids to see Constantine last week. The preview for Batman came on. Lee told me not to worry about the preview but to watch the boys' faces for the moment they realised what they were watching.

Straws stopped in mid-air, jaws dropped, eyes widened. Two heads swivelled in Lee's direction with "OH MY GOD!" written all over their apprentice-nerd faces.

I'm a happy mummy.

Well, I'm off to study. Have a lovely week

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Memes.

Chaosmanor 'interviewed' me for her LJ. Here are her questions, followed by my answers.

1) I write long angsty complicated romances, and presumably that says something about me. What does what you write say about you? 2) What's the wedding dress situation? Do you fit in the one you had bought pre-pregnancy? Or are you choosing another one? 3) Do you miss your religious beliefs? 4) What were the reasons for choosing Connor as your son's name? 5) Do you think it was a good idea to send Lee and Stephen off to choose suits without supervision? Are you prepared for the outcome?

1) I think my stories show that I'm at heart very lonely and looking for the answers as to why. My characters tend to be rather sad individuals who don't really fit in with those around them. 2) Well, I'm back to my pre-pregnancy shape and size so I'm assuming I will fit into my dress. I'm off to the city on Monday to have a fitting. I'm hoping it will actually be a bit big as it'll be easier to take in than let out. The only concern I have: my new and improved boobies that are bigger now that I'm feeding. 3)Yes, I do miss my beliefs, each and every day, but I know I'll never return. I've grown and changed too much and the thought of having old men telling me how to live my life leaves me cold. 4) When I was about 16 weeks pregnant I had a dream that I gave birth to a beautiful, little boy with red hair and his name was Connor James. When I woke up I told Lee. He nodded and said "I like it". At 19 weeks we found out I was having a boy and it was decided. And sure enough he is beautiful and has red hair (a total surprise to all). 5) I was rather worried, but when Lee came home he told me what they'd decided on and they sounded fine.

Are we there yet?

People keep asking how the wedding plans are going. The answer really depends on who you ask. If you ask Lee, the answer is: everything's done, we're all finished, nothing to do now but say "I do" at the appropriate moment.

Ask me however, and the answer is likely to be a long drawn out scream.

Cassie's dress needs taking up (being done after school tomorrow)
I need to call the florist about the colour of the ribbons on the flowers
Lee and the boys need socks
I need stockings
I need to decide upon a hair style
I need to decide upon a hair colour
My eyebrows need doing
Cassie's eyebrows need doing
We need to talk to the chef about our wedding cake
We need to work out the champagne situation
I need to pick up my wedding ring
I need to write a list about all the things we're taking with us to the hotel

On the positive side, my wedding dress only needs minor alterations and those are of the taking in variety rather than the letting out.

Panic

Lee keeps telling me he's quite cool about the whole thing. His body is telling me something else entirely. Whenever he's stressed his nose peels which is exactly what it's doing now.

Poor baby

The Battbaby is very sad at the moment. One of his teeth is coming through and is causing him a lot of pain. I have to say he's handled it well so far. Three hours at uni today with barely a peep, an hour and a half at mother's group with slight whining and a slightly restless night from about 3:30 on. Battboy and I have compared notes and have decided that the other four were much, much worse. Connor's been teething for the last week or so and is only now starting to complain. My poor darling.

Play that funky music...

Went with the posse to see Bride and Prejudice last night. It was brash, colourful, joyful and fun.
For: I knew my Jane Austen and understood that most of the lines were complete ripoffs
Against: Ditto
For: The lead female character was beautiful
Against: Her acting was quite wooden and her early laughter was forced
For: All the kissing
Against: Took place on each other's forehead!!!! Dig those racy Indians.
For: The costumes were wonderful and would look fabulous on me
Against: I already have a wedding dress :)
For: It seemed to be a defence of the Indian culture
Against: It also seemed to send up the Indian culture and relied upon stereotypes (Mrs Bahkshir [ignore my spelling] and Kholi)
For: Kholi was wonderful.
Against: Kholi was awful. No, not a typo, he was both and I loved him for it. I actually thought he was the best part of the movie.
For: Best lines in the movie (not a real quote but the gist of them):

Dad: You understand what your mother is saying? If you don't marry Kholi she will never speak to you again.
Laleeta (again ignore spelling) nods
Dad: Well, I say if you do marry him I will never speak to you again.

Against: Well, no against with this. They were great lines in the book and worked well here too.
For: A great night out with my friends
Against: Battboy stayed at home to look after Erin and Connor. He would have hated the movie, but I love discussing movies with him and hated coming home and only being able to tell him about it without sharing the experience with him.

Ju chose the movie and thus showed she might one day be trusted to choose videos for our movie night again :)

Who is Number One?

We've recently introduced the Triffitt children to The Prisoner. Lee and I discovered this series last year and very quickly became huge fans. We're doing a panel on it at Swancon and have been watching the 7 core episodes for research. As a result, Cassie, Aiden and Blake have been exposed to the mystery of Number One. By the end of the second episode they'd pretty much made their own hypotheses and tried to work out just who is number one and wow! did they give it thought. They were logical and coherent in their musings and I was impressed in how their minds worked. I'm one proud mummy.

Gonna get me an education

Second day at uni and I'm loving it. I'm studying The Search for Meaning which looks at religions in Australia. The first lecture dealt with Aboriginal spirituality. This and the tutorial were brilliant, full of discussion and opinion. I'm working on a story at the moment called "Aphrodite in Exile" which deals with the Dreaming and managed to learn quite a bit today that I can put to use within the story, so this degree thing is already paying off.
I love learning and putting my brain to use. I get to give a tutorial in about 5 weeks and will be looking whether the Hindu faith is culture or religion. I will be taking the position of "does there have to be an either/or situation here?" I'm looking forward to it.

Odd, very odd

The movie night this week was a blast. Sheldon announced that Teppanyaki would be on the menu, so we all scrambled to match this (unlike last week's lazy pizza night). We had a lot of good food along with good company and conversation on the still-evolving patio. After dinner we headed inside for the movie: Spaceballs. Awful movie for the most part, but somewhat fun too.

Well, I should be working so "Hi ho, hi ho." Have a lovely week.

Friday, March 04, 2005

Let's do the timewarp...

Yay for me! I not only won the top I had my eye on, I manage to be highest bidder on two others. My journey back to the 70's is under way. The whole purchase came to 33.08 GBP (with postage) so I'm happy. I've also got my eye on some others that are coming up over the next few days, including a gorgeous emerald green dress.

I'll have the pork rolls and the fried squid and the custard buns and...

Battboy and I had a yum-cha lunch with Calli, Ju, Matt, PRKy and Torrie today. We had a fantastic time, talking about everything from the trials and tribulations of parenthood to the lifestyle exhibition Battboy and I went to a couple of years ago. The food was good, the company wonderful, the lemonade delicious (I'm serious. I believe Kirk's is the yummiest lemonade you can get). The staff were another matter entirely, but good for a giggle anyway.

And the Battbaby, as usual, was brilliantly behaved.

If you don't laugh, you cry...

"Guess what?" we often ask the children. "I love you," is the reply. It's our little family ritual that started when the older three were babies.

The Battbrat was causing mayhem this morning. Everything we asked her to do seemed to be cause for whining, crying, sulking and defiance. Lee and I had a huge day planned, and it looked like it was going to take place in hell. Exasperated, we looked at each other and simultaneously decided "Day care."

This brought on a fresh bout of whingeing but we were undeterred. We packed the family up and headed out the door. Buckling Erin into her seat, Lee tried to jolly her out of her tantrum with the news that her brothers and sister were joining us for the weekend.
"Who would you like to see this weekend?" asks daddy dearest.
"I don't know," is the mumbled reply.
"Would you like it if your brothers came over?" I asked from the front seat.
"And your sister?" Battboy joins in.
"Yes," she whispers.
"Well, guess what?"
"I love you, too, Daddy."
It was just too cute. Everything was forgiven. Erin was hugged and kissed and every body was happy.

Didn't stop us from dropping her off at day care though.

Have a shiny, happy weekend.
If I don't have it, I will die

I'm on ebay at the moment and watching the time closely. It's 4.30 am and there's an item that I absolutely have to have. I don't normally feel so passionate about ebay, but this is something special.

It's a top, genuine 1970's vintage, cheesecloth, white and high bodiced, and almost exactly like one my mum made me for my ninth birthday.

Why is this significant? It's the last thing my mum made and gave to me before she left two months after I'd turned nine (in 1978) I didn't see her again for another 6 years.

My mum and I aren't close. Sometimes I feel so angry towards her that I can't even imagine being in the same suburb as her let alone the same room, but then something will happen and the nine year old emerges and there it is, that love that a child has for her mummy. And this top has evoked that reaction within me.

I wants it. I needs it. It's my precious.

But I don't think I will win it. Already it's up to 11.00 GBP ($26.87). I thought I'd allow $25 plus postage. There's 3 hours to go and the two Brits who are fighting over it seem pretty keen themselves (I wonder if they had mothers who sewed for them :))

I'm now allowing $30 but I don't think it's going to work out.

Change of subject, then back to bed

I've given into pressure and have agreed to have a bridal shower in the form of a Tupperware Party. I've sent out invitations by email, but if you're a regular reader and would like to come just let me know via llbatt@dodo.com.au and I'll let you know when and where.

I wasn't going to have a bridal shower, they seem rather antiquated to me (and besides Battboy and I have pretty much every kitchen accessory you could ask for. Have you seen our so-space-age-it-should-be-on-a-rocket-ship toaster? The kids cook toast for dinner just so they have an excuse to use it :)) but as everyone kept asking about a registry (they still do those?????) I thought this might be a better option.

Have a nice day. We have gym, chiropractor, yum-cha with Calli and gang and then we get to pick the kids up for the long weekend. I can't wait!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Aw shucks

It's 5am and I've just fed Connor. I thought I'd check the emails while up, answered them and, following a line of conversation between Calli and Battboy, ended up on the net. This was when I noticed that my darling had blogged.

I don't know what I did to deserve Lee. Either I was very very good in a previous life and am being rewarded or else I was very selfish and am being shown how to do this 'life' thing properly. No matter what I'm doing, whether it's writing out a story, wondering whether to let it form itself into a novel, attending uni or setting up mother's group, Lee's always on the side lines cheering me on, telling me how proud he is of me. If, at anytime, I waver in my belief of myself, he turns into a really hairy Laurie Lawrence and encourages me to keep going. Is it any wonder I love him?

First day

It was my first day back at uni yesterday. I thought I'd give it one day, see how the Battbaby went and make a decision from there as to whether I'd keep going or defer until he's able to attend a full day at child care.

Connor was, in a word, brilliant. We arrived early and took a seat at the front in case we needed to leave at any time. I popped Connor on a mat on the floor and there he pretty much stayed for the next 2 hours. He gurgled, he blew bubbles, he stared at the ceiling for so long he had others glancing up to see what he was looking at. He even fell asleep for 10 minutes. At the end of the session the lecturer came up to me and told me how happy she was to have such a good baby in her class (let's hope she keeps feeling that way) and the tutor offered to take him anytime I needed a break.

We went on to the tutorial from there. We had barely walked through the door when all the other students were suddenly all over him, touching his arm, holding his hands and feet and he loved it. He fully turned on the charm, smiling his wide-mouth grin and generally being adorable. He sat on my knee all through the tute and watched the room. One girl sitting behind me sat holding his hand throughout the hour, even when she was introducing herself and making comments.

All in all the afternoon was a success.

A storm to weather, let's hope it's not too violent.

In other Battbaby news, a tooth seems to be ready for cutting. Lately Connor has been gripping me with his gums and pulling, generally a sign of oral discomfit. I decided to check yesterday and found a lump where an incisor will eventually be. Now generally babies cut their bottom front teeth first and top front second, so this one seems to be rather left of centre (or actually right of centre if you want to be literal).

What surprises me is how close it is and yet how little he's fussing. Apart from the biting thing, there doesn't seem to be any other symptoms. Except for drool. We do have a fair amount of dribbling happening too, but considering the alternatives (high temperature, constant screaming, general pain) wet tops are not really a problem.

Of course, as we all know, babies can change in an instant.

Speaking of babies

Woke up the other morning to the realisation that I'd been nauseous for three days, running to the toilet every few minutes and suffering from extreme tiredness despite Connor's finally sleeping through the night.

Uh oh.

Talked to Lee about my suspicions on Monday morning. He told me to do a test when he got home from work. I spent the next 9 hours in a daze wondering what I was going to do. I'm anti-abortion but I didn't see how I could cope with another pregnancy. The last one had been so difficult, both mentally and physically and I didn't see how I could face going through that amount of pain again. I knew that Lee would support any choice I made, that he would help me through either decision. Around about lunchtime I realised I'd already made a decision. I'd been to the gym and worked at a lower level of intensity so as not to harm the baby and at lunchtime I ate very healthy food rich in all the 'right' nutrients. I knew what I was going to do.

Lee arrived home at 6 and I did the test. Negative! We were both very relieved and talked about what we would have done if it had been positive. I was so glad I wasn't. Connor is my baby and I want to have this time with him, getting to know him, and enjoying every moment of his development. I didn't want that cut short by a pregnancy and baby. I was one very happy woman.

And yet, when I woke up yesterday morning, I felt sad for the opportunity lost.

Not slack, just busy.

Yes, I know, I haven't put up a new review yet, but I'm afraid Real Life (TM) keeps getting in the way. Will try hard this morning, but be warned, a Tupperware party is in the offing, and I'm going to the gym and I want to have the house clean, so don't be surprised if it doesn't appear until this evening. The Battbaby goes into childcare this afternoon for a few hours, so I might be able to do it then.

Okay, that's my day started. I'm back into bed for 10 minutes to rest my eyes before Battboy's begins.

Have a lovely day.

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