| I've woken up this morning with a god awful cold. What a lousy pregnancy this has been! Catching everything under the sun! My throat hurts, my chest burns from coughing all the time, my eyes are watering and I feel like someone has stuffed my ears with cotton wool. Its really adding to my anxiety about Friday. The beauty of an induction is knowing exactly when the baby is going to arrive. The bad side to an induction is knowing exactly when the baby is going to arrive! When labour starts spontaneously there is no chance to worry about anything, but knowing when we drive off on Friday that I'm going to be experiencing something so physically traumatic that's going to leave me walking like John Wayne and begging for a salt bath is something else! I was so excited about it, until about yesterday. Suddenly everyone else's shock at how quickly its coming has given me the eebie jeebies! Christ, two days left! We have arranged a new temporary Nanny. This local agency (which started in Auckland - so it must be good, right?) can arrange last minute placements. These are senior Nannies, so in effect should be nothing short of angels from God. The agency sent me a CV and I met this woman on the weekend. Now, on paper, she's pretty bloody awesome. She's much older than the others, late 50s. She's got grown up kids, she's fostered kids, worked with orphans and kids with autism. Her hobbies include knitting and Church. But to be honest, even if she flew in on an umbrella I wouldn't edge any bets! I was surprised to discover that she didn't wear glasses, although she may wear them when knitting? Anyway, she's quiet but seems very warm. She genuinely adores children and is more than happy to be thrown in the deep end while I swan off to have a baby. Coolies! She'll live in for the first weekend, but then work full time hours living out. We've also arranged for someone to start at the end of September. No more from the college, I've had a gut full of these duds. When Sugarbag left I was shocked and horrified by the mess she left behind. After telling me she didn't want the cleaner to touch her room or bathroom, I was shocked by her own standard of cleanliness. The shower was full of hair, bits and other rather questionable bits, including old plasters. Even my four year old wouldn't leave the toilet in the same state she had. Her room hid an array of sweet/chocolate wrappers. I had bought new towels for her, which were smelly and moudling tucked in various parts of her bathroom and bedroom. And finally to add to the collection, under her bed was a stash of lesbian paraphanalia. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't care who a Nanny sleeps with in their spare time, as long as its not under my roof! But this stuff was bizarre. I did have a flick through, curiousty got the better of me! There was some interesting references to straight women, apparantly women that have sex with men do so most likely because they've been abused by men in the past. So, that clears up that little mystery of us twisted hetrosexual women. She'd left a few things in her room, which I packed up including the reading material which even made little old me blush and left it on the front step. Her Mum had text to say she would be around to collect the final things. No apology and even sugarbag herself couldn't text. Ah well, another saga ends. So, now everything is in place, I'm trying to get through the washing and make sure all numbers and situations are in order and covered. Its hard feeling so crappy. We've been on a waiting list for 'MY SKY Hdi' pretty much the same as Sky+ in the UK. Anyway, our number finally came up and the guy came this morning to wire it up. I love being able to record television because I'm a telly addict and I like my programmes. Steve was less enthused about the whole thing because its more expensive here. However, now installed he's become hypnotised. As its HD it compliments the plasma screen tv perfectly, the quality is pretty awesome, well he says it is. I don't care about that! As long as I can record Home and Away while I'm giving birth I don't care how its presented! Anyway, he's now a very happy husband! Anyway, things to do.... |