Sunday, October 20, 2013

Prague in words, not photos...

Ooh, shall I tell you about our trip, now that I have enough energy to do so?

So, Prague is a pretty lovely city. Ross and I agreed that it kind of felt a bit Melbourne-y, if only for the trams and interestingly dressed people. Of course, once we'd made that connection, the whole trip kind of reminded me of days off while touring* - staying in a hotel, eating in different restaurants all the time, wandering around and hoping to stumble across cool music stores or antique shops or whatever. Ah, nostalgia.

* Yeah, it was exactly like that, except that we're no longer in our early twenties, we didn't speak the language (most people spoke English, but I felt rude for making them do it) and I was nearly seven months pregnant and could walk only a set number of steps per day before my hips stopped working. Aside from that? Just the same.

We ate some pretty great food, and I managed to tick some meals off the list of things I'd been craving. We had a pretty great curry (Ross pointed out that it wasn't as good as a Brick Lane one, but it was still better than anything I've ever made!), went to a nice Italian place, some pan-Asian type place, and we even invited some of the Icelanders to come to a Mexican restaurant with us.
That last one was a bit funny, because I'd found it on the internet, and all the reviews said it was good, but it was totally empty when we got there. And I, of course, felt like I had made everyone go there, so it was massively important that everything was good. I enjoyed it, anyway.

We didn't really do much touristy stuff, went to a cool jazz club one night, and then saw the castle and some churches and things like that. I think I have to be in a specific frame of mind to do museums or tours, and I wasn't really feeling it this time around. It was nice to just... not bother, and have a relaxing time together instead.

It was weird but nice but a little bit sad to be without Henry, although we skyped with him just about every day. The first morning we called, he said hi to us both then introduced us to 'his friend, Amma'. It was sweet and hilarious. Anyway, he had a lovely time with both his grandmas, so that is a relief. He had been really really tantrummy the week before we left, so I must admit I was a tiny bit worried - not that my mum couldn't handle it, just that I felt bad for leaving her with a little monster for the week. But he did okay, although I think Mum was a bit knackered afterwards.

The bummer of the trip was that we arrived home late on Monday night, so we still had to work almost a full week - in Ross' case, he had to work yesterday as well, so it was actually a normal working week. Complete with a bunch of overtime! Nice planning, boss-type people!

It's okay, really, but I definitely felt like we needed a weekend by the time it came around. You know, when you're just about to get a break, but for that last little stretch you feel like you've been worn down to a tiny stub of pencil that barely writes? We were both at the end of our energy supplies, and it sucked.

Luckily I got to have a pretty restful weekend. Henry and I got up early on Saturday, but then he was quite happy to hang around inside and just chill with me nearly all day - I didn't even change out of my pyjamas until Ross came home at 2pm. Then today Ross let me sleep in, and we had another pretty lazy day, punctuated by some light cleaning (on my part), and hardcore cleaning (on Ross'). Just what I needed!

Anyway lovelies, it's time for bed if you're the same type of person I am (a sleepy one), so I'll say bye for now. Maybe I'll do some maths and see if I can still get 50% on this 'posting in October' business... Or maybe I won't.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Midwives, vaccines and all the admirable qualities of firemen...

Hmm, I felt like I had some really interesting things to tell you about, but now I can't think of any of them.

Oh yeah, I had a midwife appointment yesterday, and all was well. Everything seems to be on track and as it should be. It's almost funny how little I'm paying attention - I know, I know, it's such a cliche, but I actually had no idea how far along I was until she calculated it yesterday (26 and a half weeks, for anyone playing along at home).

Anyway, I asked about a flu shot, because they were advertised in the weekly paper* as being a) recommended and b) free for pregnant women. I had been slack about going to get it, for a bunch of reasons, but mostly just laziness. Plus I have to take time off work to go, and I feel like I've been asking for a lot of time off lately.

 * Okay, it's the tv guide, but that sounds super weird... Because it is super weird? Weirder still is how excited I am to read the new one every Thursday. "Oooh, butter is on special at KS this week! OOOH, there's a Red Cross market on!! YAYYYY!"

So I asked her what her opinion was regarding the flu shot, and she said that it was advised by the national health whatever, but that she didn't think it was necessary. She mentioned that she wouldn't get it herself, because if you're basically healthy, and unless lots of people around you get it, there shouldn't really be too much increased risk of getting the flu. And you always compare that to the side effects of getting the shot, which can sometimes be a bit uncomfortable and bad. And of course there's never any proper medical trials done on pregnant women, because who the hell is going to volunteer for that?

I was kind of nodding my head and going 'yeah, I guess that sounds reasonable, I'll probably be fine without it...' And then she went on to explain that she never gets any vaccinations, and she NEVER VACCINATED HER KIDS, EITHER. AGAINST ANYTHING. BECAUSE IF THEY'RE BASICALLY HEALTHY, THEN WHY WOULD YOU PUT VIRUSES INTO THEM. ARGLE BLARGH.

So yeah, there goes that well reasoned argument against flu shots. She did say that she'd be happy to give me one later if I decide to do that, so at least she's not imposing her opinions on everyone else's lives.

What else? Ah yes, dinner tonight reminded me: Henry is really into fire engines at the moment. Mum just gave him a duplo engine that comes with a hose and a flashing siren and everything - he LOVES it.
 Anyway, one of our near-daily hurdles is that Henry doesn't want to get dressed, so I pointed out to him that firemen always get dressed really quickly. It was pretty effective, so now these legendary firemen have been imbued with a range of good qualities, including not spitting out their drinks at the dinner table, telling everyone when they have to do wees, and eating all their breakfast. My favourite one has become Henry's favourite saying: Be patient like a fireman. I think there's something in that for all of us.

Okay, I have to head to a parents' meeting at the leikskoli - it will supposedly run from 8 til 10, but I have no idea if I'll be able to stay up that late. I have been in bed by 9.30 pretty much every night since forever.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Well, that was short lived...

... But I guess I could keep trying for at least a passing grade?

I realised on Thursday night, as soon as I got into bed, that I had forgotten to post. I then tried to get a blogger app on my iPod, and made a halfhearted attempt to type a post, but, you know... Meh. Never mind, I'm sure I'll tell you lots of sweet (and not so sweet) nothings over the course of October anyway.

I had a bit of a pregnant-lady-hormone-fuelled meltdown yesterday, because I basically felt like Henry was failing at potty training on purpose. WHAT A JERK! (Spoiler: I'm 90% sure he's not doing it on purpose, but he has regressed a bit and doesn't really seem to care whether he pees his pants or not. Boo. BOO, I say. My rational brain/ reasonable husband reminds me that he'll figure it out eventually.)

What else? Ross and I will be in Prague NEXT WEEK! I am glad we're going, we sort of had some second thoughts about spending a holiday with everyone at Ross' work, but a) hanging out and doing touristy stuff together isn't mandatory, and b) it'll be so lovely to have a last getaway before the new baby arrives. I am so excited about flying sans toddler, and while I'm at it, I'm also excited about sleeping in, eating at restaurants and shopping. I'm sure we'll both miss him, but I'm definitely excited about independence.

We I spent a lot of time today looking at baby name websites. We have a good shortlist for first names, and one in particular that we quite like, but we're trying to find a middle name to go with it. Baby name websites are funny - we found one that lets you input both the mother and father's names, and it somehow came up with a list of 'names' that somehow 'blended' the two.
My scare quotes will now make sense, 'cause here's a list of suggestions:
Hillock (?)
And my personal favourite, Ransom.

Spectacularly bad. We tried the middle name generator on that page, and the results just looked like a random name generator, but the name-blendy-majig just seemed like it generated completely random words and letters. Thanks, internets.

My favourite baby name websites (in case you're naming babies, pets or fictional characters anytime soon) are and The first one just has a nice interface for 'if you like these, then you might like these', and the second one is really interesting and in depth with all the history and etymology and all that complicated stuffs.

Anyway dudes, will try to keep up to date, especially while we're away! But no promises...

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Round two!

Whoo! Two days in a row, yayyyyyy! I am super good at motivating myself, right?

Anyway anyway anyway. I can't remember whether I have previously mentioned our upcoming trip to Prague - basically Ross' work has a staff entertainment fund to which they all contribute, then every two years they go on an overseas trip. I get to pay for my own ticket and tag along, and they organise the hotel and travel arrangements and everything.
Ross got all the details today, including a link to a restaurant rating site. You can search by area and type of food, and I pretty much exploded with excitement while browsing around. I am going to eat my way through the centre of Prague, and it will be glorious.

In other news, Henry has started swimming lessons again. Last week's lesson was not great, he was a bit timid and out of practice (unsurprising, since we haven't been swimming in months). He had a great time this week, though, splashed around, jumped into the water, and even deigned to try floating on his back for a bit. It was awesome.
After the lesson, Ross took Henry into the mens' changeroom, as the ladies' room is usually more crowded. While I was in my changeroom, one of the mums had a kid who was in the midst of the most massive tantrum that I've ever seen. All flailing and kicking and just shouting NO NO NO NO NO at the top of his lungs. I felt pretty bad for her, and tried to give her an encouraging/sympathetic face on my way out.
Then as I headed for the foyer to meet Henry and Ross, what should I hear from the mens' room? Henry's little (big) voice: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! Hooray for being two.

Okay kids, I'm going to go now. Maybe I'll try to figure out what time zone I originally put the blog in, and how to fix it so my posts look more evenly spaced. Or maybe I won't. 

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Whoa, October!

Hey hey, do you know what time it is? It's time to commit to posting every day for all of October! Woo! The best part is where if I fail, I'm blaming it on the fact that I'm six months pregnant and have a toddler, and why are you being so harsh about it anyway, you big old meanie? Everybody wins.

So what is up? We had a 'surprise day' at work yesterday - basically every Monday there's a group activity, which can be a video, or a visit from the Red Cross dogs, or whatever. The fifth Monday of the month (when there is one) is a surprise, so everyone helped make pizzas for some employees who left without having leaving parties. It was pretty full on, lots of organising and planning, and because I was in the kitchen I somehow ended up overseeing it. Plus it was my pizza base recipe, so PRESSURE.
It is almost funny, Henry woke me up at 4.30 yesterday morning (but then went straight back to bed, thank goodness!), and I could not get back to sleep for fretting about these silly old pizzas. I sort of managed to remind myself that in a years' time (heck, even a weeks' time!), no one is going to remember or care about how well it went, but I still did a bit more worrying anyway. Is this a pregnant thing, or an Olga thing? Maybe it's a pregnant Olga thing?

Anyway, it went great, so worrying proves to be a completely pointless hobby, yet again.

Baby stuff is going well, I'm still tired but otherwise feeling pretty good. So grateful that I haven't ever suffered from morning sickness, that just seems like the worst thing ever. I'm taking it easy at work, everyone is super understanding and nice. Ross and I have been brainstorming names, but we haven't quite settled on anything yet. We started out really prioritising the internationality aspect - the name has to work here and in Australia - but lately we've been less fussed about whether Icelanders think it's a proper name. They are all pretty much citizens of the world, so even if it doesn't exist here, I'm sure they can learn something new and get over it.


Haha, okay, here's a possible indicator of how this month will go - I wrote the draft of the above yesterday, and was going to just schedule it to post today. Then I realised my time zone on my blog is set wrong, so I figured I'd just leave it, and post it myself sometime today. It is now 8:39pm, and I JUST remembered that I was going to post! So, let's not get our hopes up for the rest of October.