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That's Entertainment!

Since I've been pregnant I have enjoyed a veritable feast of arts thanks to Sydney's fair city. January to March is a GREAT time of year in this city. Here's hoping all the music, theatre and dance has had some impact on baby in the womb. Little one, together we have seen:-

Street Car Named Desire @ Sydney Theatre with Cate Blanchett and Joel Edgerton

(we went to see this the night I was inseminated!)

Swan Lake by the Imperial russian Ballet @ The State Theatre

(thanks to grandma)

Cosi Fan Tutti @ The Opera House

(very modern version)

Alan Cummings stand up show comedy @ The Opera Studio

(camp humor with plenty of singing)

Homebake Festival @ The Domain

The Temper Trap @ The Enmore Theatre

Baile De Rua @ The Opera House

(Brazilian Dance Troupe)

(The rev) Al Green @ The State Theatre

(What a legend!)

Grizzly Bear @ The Army Barracks

The Mess Hall @ The Army Barracks

Cabins @ Low Bar

Pixies @ The Horden Pavilion

James Taylor & Carol King @ The Entertainment Centre

(awesome!)

We saw the Mess Hall and Cabins as well as Paul Dempsey a few times this year along with a lot of other Aussie acts including Bridezilla, Youth Group, Dan Kelly, Eddy Current etc etc

We also went to 2 Weddings, the moonlight cinema and Hamilton Island

We've been busy I tell ya!

Cot Death

Yesterday I thought either the cot or me were going to die for sure!

I quite pride myself on being a practical DIY fix it kindda gal. I'm not one to put on a high pitched voice and whine "Huuuuunn" to the man in my life then point to the tool kit like a clueless teenager with a shrug of the shoulders that implies - "can you fix it". Perhaps this is because there isn't a man in my life or perhaps cause I've always felt quite capable at giving things a whirl, either way I most certainly wished there was one in my life yesterday to not only help choose the cot but pick it up from the industrial shopping site, help lift and shove it in the back of the car, then haul it up the stairs and finally put the thing together with the use of nothing but the worlds most retarded instructions.

After much swearing, sweating and pain - bending over in small spaces and lifting heavy things are not advisable at 7 months pregnant - it was done.

Needless to say I was thrilled once it was complete and it makes it all the more real that soon I will get to meet this little kicker inside who tumbles and rolls and jabs me at every given opportunity.

I need to add some bits and bobs to the walls but pretty good eh?...............for a girl!

Not really a good time to date

considering I look quite large and definitely pregnant, but I feel so in the mood for love. I feel strong and sexy and happy.

Responses

I've had some pretty interesting responses to my pregnancy because of my donor situation, I'll share a few that have amused me:-

There's the very common response from men of "What? Why? I have loads of sperm!"

Well thats terrific, I'm glad you have spoo a plenty.............. and your point is............?

then there was the:

Mr X "Is that your bull there that you're standing with"

Me: "My what sorry?"

Mr X "You're bull you know (wink wink nudge nudge)"

Me: "Oh, this is a work colleague of mine, I believe he's still human"

Then there was the particularly charming "Mate, I'd have given you sperm wherever you wanted it, the face, the chest ha ha ha"

I didn't think this one really warranted a response, I just smiled.

There have been a few awkward and confused "Well, um, wow, well, um, well, good on you."

and lots of "Cool how do they put it in?" again with these ones a polite smile and a 'oh look there's someone less neanderthal across the room I need to talk to' look seems to do the trick.

Women on the other hand have asked for all the details. How did you choose? Where do you go? Is it expensive? Was it painful? How do you feel?

And then there have been plenty of congratulations! thats brilliant! and well done's too.

All in all I feel so good, strong and courageous about my decision I'm not remotely bothered what the response is, but I do always find them interesting.

But It Worked

So after a round of IVF, for anyone who has gone through IVF I salute you, for anyone who hasn't I hope the need never arises, on October 26th it was confirmed I am pregnant!

There aren't any words that rightly express how happy, thrilled, terrified, excited and afraid I am.

After a few months of swollen blurgh and huge expense there was the pending fear of the negative pregnancy test followed by the emotional elation of a positive pregnancy test, tears, laughter, joy, fear, excitement, overwhelming love a veritable rainbow of emotions!! There aren't really words to describe how fantastic it is to hear this kind of news so I won't bother trying to explain, needless to say ones heart explodes.

This was followed by a few weeks of feeling really freakin unwell - I was totally bewildered that ANYONE has a sibling - who the hell would do this twice? Feeling as though you are on a bad ferry ride across the English Channel all freakin day! Random acts of vomiting, killer headaches and being more tired than a woman who ran the Paris Dakar. Of course there's the old don't tell anyone til the 12 weeks stage which is so hard, especially if like me, secrets make you nervous, not to mention the fact that you look like you ate all the pies and then some but can't explain your frumpy look to anyone.

But then da dah - your baby grows and you get to see its little bits on ultrasounds and your tummy rounds and you can share the awesome news with all and sundry, the second trimester sure delivers....... I'm feeling a whole hell of a lot better and I now look pregnant! I feel all woman. 

I feel blessed, full and madly in love!

Donor Me Up Gov!

Turns out its not all that easy to come across Australian sperm (don't I know it!) even in a sperm bank....

So its off to the land of the free, home of the brave where YES given enough demand there is an inevitable supply, a country based on the basic principles of economics and though there are many amongst you who sneer at its global, super power, steroid ego, I say long live America. Yes there was Bush but now there is Obama so all is forgiven from where I'm sitting, Hollywood, love it, McDonalds don't ever eat it but hell yeah I loved it! The country that brought you Converse and Levis, free love and Neil Young, the moving picture show and Brad Pitt, I say Hell Yeah. Bring IT!

Here, I'm aware that I can buy prized genes, a little extra and your baby's daddy has a doctorate degree. They are vetted and screened. This concept of vetting and screening everyone alludes me still I must admit, when I was young I dated guys who made me laugh and were good at kissing, I'm suddenly crossing people off my list for colour, creed, religion and HPV strains. Why? I'm bringing depression, diabetes and cancer to the fold, I'm quite sure thousands of us have for centuries, its just that now we all know about it. Anyhow I digress, so yes given the option of choosing the perfect sperm here goes.

Blood Tests - you're about to find out everything you didn't want to know about your insides. Ultra sounds. Are my tubes patent? Hysteroctomy's, colposcopy's can I have another speculum please!! After what seems like an interminable amount of time getting my lovely lady bits poked and prodded on a variety of different doctor beds I'm feeling sore and violated and I still haven't even been kissed let alone taken out for dinner.

Needless to say dating, romance and the ever elluding LOURVE I'm longing for is further out of my reach, I feel about as femenin and sexy as a 45 year old overweight builder from Pekham. Even if I was able to use my lady lumps to lure some chap into bed I wouldn’t be able to use the very organs god gave me as they’ve been prodded to death by a variety of doctors and nurses.