| On Thursday I felt really unwell again and started the whole vomiting routine. It continued all through the night. Steve telephoned the college to postpone the meeting with the Nanny, but she was adament that it should go ahead because since I spoke with the Nanny, she was all emotional and unsure. Which irritated the pants off me because on Wednesday evening, I'd tried to clarify if she was OK and if she felt able to 'move on' from the points addressed, and if there was anything else needed addressing. She told me she was OK and would be able to move on. Now it turns out that late in my pregnancy, having been sick as a dog I was going to be forced to do this meeting because once again, sugarbag couldn't find the words to communicate. I just wanted to clarify here following a few PMs and messages that Nannies are extremely slim pickings in Wellington. If there were more options, I would nab them in a second. I've registered with all the agencies and advertised privately, but because there is such a demand, qualified, experienced Nannies basically pick their location, hours and salary. As we live outside of the city, that makes us less desirable. Most Nannies don't want to live in, but do want to work 9/10 hour days, which we just don't have the need for. This college system suited us because we would be provided with a Nanny in training, with experience, that we could essentially 'test run' and then take on at the end of the course. To date, we've not seen anyone good enough. The first was a criminal (albeit the nicest compulsive liar and thief you could ever meet and I still stay in touch with her!) and the second is this sugarbag. She is a 7 day live in, or supposed to be. Something we specifically requested, knowing I could go into labour soon. We also had concerns that a 5 day live in, might have crazy weekend plans and not be able to handle an early Morning start, which is something that's happened now because sugarbag drives all weekend and is consquently exhausted for the start of the week. Anyway, in this meeting, I sat hunched over my water, trying not to projectile vomit. The mediator was awesome, I really like this woman, she's very switched on and where I lose my patience trying to explain things, she makes a point of changing what I say so its understandable to sugarbag. For example, sugarbag really struggled to understand the apparantly long words I was using, and I really struggled to simplify my sentances, this is where the mediator stepped into interpret my words in idiot talk. The mediator would have to do the same for me as well, you can only edit so many uses of 'like' in a sentance when someone has such limited vocabularly, they tend to end sentances with, 'do you know what I mean?' which adds to the frustration because NO, I don't know what the hell she just said. I'm sure people with teenagers can understand this lingo, but I don't and I think I'd be tempted to smack my children's head against the wall if they spoke like that! Anyway, it was a real feeling of 'pulling teeth' at this meeting, but I think we managed to address some issues. For example, I explained that I was growing increasingly sick of repeating myself for easy chores like laundry and we wanted her to chat more to the girls and not bark orders. Also, she shouldn't have to resort to bribes to get Moons to follow her requests - a concept that was lost on her of course. I left that for the mediator to explain. During this meeting a package turned up the doorstop and it was something sugarbag had ordered off trademe. She started to excitedly chat about trademe (online auction site) and I'm sure my expression must have brought attention to the fact that this girl has NO idea how to handle herself in any situation. I think the mediator was able to see that I'm not an unreasonable person (although my blog always turns into a bitch session!) and that we were from two different worlds. Finally, it was over. I was able to vomit freely into the toilet and then snuggle up back into bed. Later I made contact with an international agency that we'd been in contact with previously to see if they had anyone available. They have and we've begun discussions. I don't want to sack this current girl until I have someone lined up and being so close to giving birth, its not an ideal time to start retraining again. My hope is that next month we can sort this out. I interviewed a cleaner today to do Monday and/or Tuesday. She seems awesome. Emphasis on seems. God knows I'm not having luck with this in Wellington. Her whole life has revolved around cleaning. She's now starting to take on private houses, and as we walked around the house she pointed out areas that really bug me, which the current cleaner doesn't notice. Her attention to this and her willingness to take on all jobs really impressed me. She wanted to do way more than I planned on and a lot of it really isn't necessary. So we're starting a trial next week. It'll be so good to have a thoroughly clean home as I wait for the baby. The weekend Nanny is also here, and Steve and I could cry. She is beyond awesome. Within seconds, both girls adored her. There has been no screaming, no Moons running up to us, they've been engrossed in making jewellery, and even Pip who is usually so unsure is so happy. There's laughing and constant praise coming from the Nanny. She's so enthusiastic and so dedicated to her job. She's clearly a natural. It really is no wonder this other family have hired on the spot. They have to have our Nanny one weekend, I'd love to see how they find having The Grudge, should make them appreciate this girl even more. I have an appointment with the OB on Monday, at which stage I will be BEGGING for an induction. My contractions have been coming every 10 minutes for the last couple of days. Sometimes giving me a break. but mostly they just keep rolling in. My cervix is killing me, the baby is pushing down, eager to get out. I just feel like my body is in limbo, same happened with Pip. If I could be provided a set date and time, I can make sure everything is in place, with nothing to worry about. Fingers crossed that will be sorted out next week. I'm so grizzly and fed up. I don't waddle, I lurch. I find myself gasping and grabbing my crotch periodically when I move because of the baby. Painful. Awkward. Tired. Sick of. |