Wiggled And Jiggled And Tickled Inside Her…

That’s what the baby moving feels like right now. Its so cool.

Successfully purchsed new underthings yesterday.  Not entirely attractive, but at least they fit!

Still having massive fatigue.  I’m waiting, impatiently, for the 2nd trimester burts of energy everyone talks about.  I don’t think I am going to get it.

Off Shopping Today

I was hoping I could go a few more weeks without replacing my underthings, but this week and bras cutting into me have proven me wrong. Simon is grinning at this. 🙂 Boys!

To answer Astá’s question: US requires that my name on the baby’s social security application match with my marriage license/passport. And it doesn’t! So hence, changing my name on my social security number.

I really should have done it ages ago, but it means sending stuff to London and I’m lazy!

So I’ve Been Researching What I Have To Do To Get The Baby a US Birth Certificate…

Ready for this: –

  1. Make sure my Social Security Number is in my married name.
  2. Register baby with UK and get UK birth certificate
  3. Make an appointment at US Consulate in Belfast
  4. Bring: –
  5. UK birth certificate
  6. My birth certificate
  7. my passport
  8. my marriage license
  9. Simon
  10. Simon’s birth certificate
  11. Simon’s passport

Then we can apply for a social security number, birth certificate and passport for the US for the baby.

So first step is get my ducks in a row to get my name changed on my Social because I have never actually done that.  Oops.

The Joys of Being An Expat. 🙂

Had An OB/Endo Appointment Yesterday

Baby is measuring right on schedule.  Blood Sugar is perfect.  I would be the poster child for pregnant diabetic women.  🙂

In other news, if your boss’ PA tells you you’ve missed a deadline by 3 days, don’t tell her you’ll get to it in another 2 days.  Your boss will probably be less than pleased with you.  Especially if you’ve had over a month and knew what the deadline was.

Now, That Was Good Customer Service

So Simon and I purchased this fantastic hot chocolate mix from Tesco several weeks ago. It was Cadbury Bourneville. It was great because it was made with 100% dark chocolate and was unsweetened, so you could add as much or as little sugar as you wanted. Perfect for this diabetic.

Well, like most things I find that I love, it had disappeared off the shelves the next time I went to buy some. So I went to Cadbury’s website. Not there either.

So I sent them a message, telling them how disappointed I was that it was now gone and how fabulous it was. And I just got a lovely reply, thanking me for my email, that they appreciate that I enjoyed the product, but that sometimes products get pulled for lack of overall interest.  He also said he would let his marketing department know and maybe they would bring it back.

That was good customer service.

A New Edition To My BlogRoll…

Norman’s Blog

That is the blog of the CEO of my company.  It may eventually have guest bloggers, i.e. CEOs of tenant companies of the Park.

Norman already writes a weekly column called Inside Innovation for the News Letter here in Northern Ireland.  And now we are going to blog that column and anything else that strikes our fancy!

I am, of course, in charge of this, as I am of so many other things at my company.

So feel free to go read Norman’s Blog.  He’s quite a good writer and what he has to say is very interesting.  And usually fairly topical.

Giggle

I can feel the baby move quite often now.  And it sorta tickles!  And sorta feels like butterfly wings.  It is SO.COOL!!!

I think it is doing cartwheels.  Or maybe jumping jacks.  Perhaps I have a gymnast in the interior?

Slept badly last night but still need to sort the baby’s room so that they can get the bed out of there tomorrow.  So lots of books to haul around today.  And laundry to fold.  And need to figure out where the stuffed animal collection that lives on that bed is going to go.  I guess on the bed in the other spare room for now.  Some of the animals will decorate the baby’s room.

I have a rather extensive collection, actually.  The ones I know for sure that the baby is getting are: –

Charlie the dog, whom Simon calls Mr Snuggles

The moose whose name I keep forgetting, it might be Wilbur.

The two lambs the baby got for Christmas. I’ll let the baby name those!

I may use Francesca Isabella, my dragon, to decorate, but its not a good little baby lovey as it isn’t all that cuddely.  And I like having her sit on my nightstand!

And yes, I am going to be 40 in less than a month.  Does this mean I can’t have stuffed animals?

So I Was Told Today

that just sitting here, being pregnant, I am using as much energy as if I was running on a treadmill. No wonder I’m so blooming tired!!

The good news around here is that our landlord has agreed to remove the single bed in what will be the baby’s room. The bad news is that he is coming Monday to sort it. This means we need to uncover the bed, move the bookcases blocking it in. And find some place to put the clean laundry once the bed is gone. You are probably thinking fold it and put it away! That’s just crazy talk!! 🙂

So that’s the first step in creating a nursery. Now we just need some furniture. Oh, and a baby…

The Thing About Baby Brain…

is that you forget things you knew or forget steps to things you’ve done a hundred times.  Or you’re just stupid at times!

Example.  Making meatloaf for dinner.  Almost forgot to put the mustard/ketchup sauce on the top.  I’ve made meatloaf 100000 times.

Example.  Talking at work.  R said ‘do you have blah’s email.’

I said, ‘my computer just crashed, I’ll look when it reboots.’

Computer reboots.

I say ‘ R needs blah’s phone number.’

R says ‘no email.’

I say ‘right, phone number.’

R says ‘NO EMAIL!!’

I knew she needed his email.  I just kept saying phone number for some odd reason.

So I hope the baby is enjoying my brain, since its eating it.

Oh and to answer Jodi’s question from yesterday’s comments, we don’t know yet if we’re going to find out the gender.  I really want to, Simon really doesn’t.  And maybe I’m coming around to his way of thinking.  Just don’t tell him, okay?