Crane Wanted

So I had my regular check-up yesterday with my lovely Obstetrician.  I will be 38 weeks pregnant on Tuesday, but according to my regular ultra-sounds, this baby is 'ahead' of time.  (Meaning the baby is a week or two ahead 'size' wise.)

Apparently baby is all ready to go and is in perfect position for labour.  (Of course, in the course of labour, this could all change!)  He stated everything looks normal and is very happy with me.  He thinks that the baby won't be as large as first expected, I could be looking at maybe a 4 kilo-er (Monet was 4.2) but that is just an estimate.  That certainly put a smile on my face when he stated that!  I still have in the back of my mind that a 5 kilo baby has to come out (*argh*) but now, maybe not....  

As we are at the 'business' end of this pregnancy (can't wait for it to end!) I am seeing my Doc every week.  Before I left he said to me "See you next week, though I might see you earlier", along with a wink.  I don't think so.  Seriously.  I do not think so.  (But any tips on getting this ball rolling, let me know!)  Lyndon is talking this seriously, what my Doctor said, after all as Lyndon said he has probably been in the business of looking after pregnant women and delivering their children for about 35 years.  I'm still not convinced.  

But my fingers are crossed.  

Health-wise I am feeling good, bar feeling a bit tired, due to crap sleeps.  Turning over in bed is such an effort (I've asked Lyndon if he could possible hire me a crane from work) and I am so. sick. of. sleeping. with. pillows. around. my. body.  But otherwise, I no complain!

Apparently I Am A Masterchef

My new Food Processor tells me I am.

I bought a new Food Processor yesterday, mainly because my old one,which was a whole two years old, decided that it only had two speeds.  Those two speeds were either 'not at all' or 'flat-chat'.  Not the most safest thing to use in a country which has dodgy electrical wiring and sell shoddy electrical converters.  Lyndon told me to 'piff it' and get a new one, if I really wanted a new one.

Seeing that I have only ever had a Food Processor for two years, I first thought it was a luxury kitchen item that I probably could have continued living on without.  But alas no.  Owning one of these kitchen products is not a luxury if you enjoy cooking and cook often.  I discovered I could not live without one. (Exaggerated slightly of course!) It seems that in every second recipe I have, it states to use a mix master (I *heart* mine) or a Food Processor.  And of course with a baby on the way, it is handy to have one on hand when the little one begins solids.  (That's my excuse anyway, okay!)

After much researching, 'ooo-ing and ahh-ing', justifying, wondering etc., I bit the bullet yesterday.  Finally.  And the one I chose tells me I am a Masterchef 8000.

As I opened the box I came across gadget after gadget.  Some I am not 100% sure what to do with.

But as a bonus it also has a jug in it so I can 'blend' (and 'piff' out my 12 year blender, which is nearing the end of its life).

Let's hope this one lasts longer than my previous one!

Pretty, Oh So Pretty!

I love pretty things.  Must be the female in me...

I bought this pretty tray from IKEA the other week.  I've been asked a few times where I have got it from and I am unable to buy another due to no stock of them left!

I love 'Mothercare' and I really should avoid walking through it's doors at anytime.  We were after a 'Moses Basket' and I knew they sold them.  I find it very pretty.

And speaking of 'Mothercare', how could I resist these gorgeous skirts for Monet, which were on sale (70% off!), so that makes them even prettier!

The bottle of 2000 Vintage Moet&Chandon waiting for me to pop so I can pop.  Just one glass and I will be happy.   Moet champagne just has to be pretty!

Monet.  Because I think she is even more prettier than yesterday.  And she can be pretty coooool.

Here are a few links to some friend's sites who sell pretty things; 

• Stacey from Sheeps Clothing, because I wear her clips religiously (because I think they are very pretty.)
  
• Lee from H&B, because she is an awesome photographer who has started up her own business and I need her to take some pretty photos of my girl and the newbie.
• Leisa & Nicole from Mookah, who I've known forever and sell some pretty homewares.
• And how can I not link to the site 'Pretty Green', as Liam Gallagher is looking very handsome these days and his clothes are pretty awesome for blokes!

:-)

Hot and HOT

It is about time our skies stopped looking like this;

A couple of weeks back our blue skies were thick with sand (from Kuwait apparently) and outside was dim.  It did give you the feeling that it was going to rain (alas no!) and sometimes at night, with the air conditioners running and your head on the pillow in a particular way, it really sounded like it was raining outside.  Of course it wasn't but it was a nice thought.

We don't step foot outside our villa much these days.  The only time is when we have to go to the bin, to collect the water bottles from the 'Water Man' or to get to the car outside our front door!  Otherwise we are inside.  Does our heads in some days but we really don't have a big choice.

Imagine Monet's surprise last week when I said at around 9am, "C'mon, I'll take you to the pool!"  Talk about excited.  And with good reason....

Bliss.

A nice change too for the water to actually be cooler than the air temperature.

But last night when I went outside to the wheelie-bin (exciting, I know), I noticed the air was thick - it was HOT.  I know I am pregnant and when you are pregnant you feel about 20 degrees warmer than everyone else but I know HOT from hot.  I checked on the internet.  It read 'currently 41 degrees, feels like 48'.  

It was 8 pm.  

I knew I wasn't imagining it.

So, can you imagine how hot it is outside in the midday sun?  

(Think of those who have to work in it.  There is currently a rule that all Labourers have a 3 hour break between the hours of 1pm till 4pm.  Now, imagine working in this heat during Ramadan when water and food is not allowed to be taken between sunrise and sunset.)

The House of MonetLulu

I am (very) conscious of the amount of time I am spending one-on-one with Monet during her holiday break.  I feel it is important for her and for me, before baby comes and interrupts all that we currently know.  We've explained to Monet that even though I might not have time to spend with her in times to come, that she is loved and will always be special.  She was my first baby after all.  

She understands that a lot of the time I can't be 'stuffed' doing anything, but she usually motivates me to sit and colour with her, or help change her Polly Pockets or Barbies, or get in the kitchen and bake together and even play 'Putt-Putt Golf' on the Wii with her.  She is an excellent helper around the house, doing what I ask (most of the time) and cleaning up after herself.  Bless her.

Monet knows that I will be spending some nights in hospital once I go into labour and have the baby; we're all hoping that it won't be when it is Monet's birthday!  Anyway, I asked her if she'd like to make me something so I could take with me to hospital, to know that she isn't too far from my thoughts.

I gained these yesterday afternoon.

We bought a pack of beads yesterday, something we hadn't seen over here before and Monet was very keen to get home to begin beading.  The first thing she made was the bracelet using some of my favourite colours.

This morning it was a case of 'I-don't-want-breakfast-I-want-us-to-bead', so that's what we did.  Monet gained the set on the left (made by me) and I gained the set on the right (made by Monet).  

I seriously love them.  (They remind me of the little lollies I used to get when I was little, when we'd make the trip to Melbourne.  We'd go to Darryl Lea as a special treat and I'd usually walk out with a little jar of those sticky little lollies!) 

Fresh from the House of MonetLulu. 

Don't we make great models? *heehee*

Fancy a Date?

Abu Dhabi is noted for being a family-friendly city, one of gardens and greenery and loads and loads of Palm trees.  Not any old Palm Trees.  Every tree around these parts seem to be Date Palms.  They line our streets, our major roads, they are planted in gardens, both public and private.

We are currently in 'date season' where bunches (bunches?) of dates hang off the palm fronds waiting to be picked.  You will often be driving along and see many labourers either climbing the palms and breaking the bunches to fall to the fellows underneath, or see the guys perched under the trees and 'tucking in'.  

If they aren't picked by humans, they fall and rot to the ground.  I have yet to see a bird of any description eating a date (too hot out there for the birds I suspect), but fresh dates can be purchased at any supermarket or picked from the trees themselves.  There are so many date Palms around, there is plenty free for all!

Dates take a big role in Ramadan feasts (which begin late next week) so at the moment there seem to be 'Date displays' in all the major shopping malls.  You think you've seen one date, you've seen them all.  Apparently not.  

I quite like dates, which is a good thing, because Emirati dates are known to be the best in the world.  If I see any recipes with dates in the ingredients I usually bookmark the page ready for me to bake one day.  Can you imagine my surprise when I opened up one of my little Baking Cookbooks and spying a Chocolate and Date Cake?  Of course I had to make it and the result was delicious...

Fancy a Chocolate and Date Cake date?

*snort*

Typical

The week my dad announces that he is going to make the trip to Abu Dhabi in time for the impending birth of his second grandchild and for some one's 5th birthday, is also the week that he ends up in hospital with pneumonia.  

Thinking of you dad.  Get well soon, we wanna see you!

'Quack, Quack'

(Yeah, I feel like I am waddling like a duck!)

There is one word that I both hate and love.  That word is 'normal'.

I loved the word yesterday when it was said to me at my Doctor's appointment.  Apparently everything regarding this baby looks 'normal'.  The baby looks fine, my blood pressure is fine, everything is 'normal'.  I felt a million times better as I always have in the back of my mind that something is going to go wrong - after everything that has happened with last year's pregnancy.  My Doctor spends ages doing my ultrasound and I lay there not wanting to peer at the screen, just in case he says something looks abnormal.  Besides the fact that this baby is already weighing in at a hefty 3 kilos with 5 weeks to go, and a head that is starting to look big (bloody terrific that one!) everything is fine.

My Doctor also prescribed some medication that makes heartburn go away altogether, which I was very much thankful for last night.  When I told him I could sit there and eat Gaviscon after Gaviscon and then wake in the night wanting to have a spit in the sink (sorry) he prescribed something which worked a dream last night.  I swear I had one of the best sleeps I have in ages, not waking with the acid in my mouth.  Ahhh...

With great relief too, Lyndon went and got a cot on Friday afternoon which has been on our minds for quite some time.  It is the one we were after, looks and feels very sturdy - it is just waiting now for the new owner to arrive.  Just like us.

The countdown is now on.