Well my baby either loves the Spice Girls or it hates the Spice Girls.
I went to see the Spice Girls Musical this weekend, and during one of the loud opening numbers I felt what could only be described as a completely alien movement coming my abdomen. All the baby books i've been reading say around now is the time when you'll start to feel kicks, but if you've never felt a kick before it's hard to tell what is a kick, what is fart build up, and what is your body stretching and aching. However the weird bubble bursting sensation in my belly could only be described as movement. Of course there is no way to test weather or not the baby loves or hates the Spice Girls "kick once for like, kick twice for hates it" Maybe it just really loves or hates Musicals in general. Can't wait to find out in person.
Secondly in Badge of Power news, it turns out that the only people who will give up their seat for you on public transport are other women. Men won't even look up to acknowledge you, and when they do glance up at your baby bump, they quickly bury their heads in the sand so as to not have to involve themselves in any human interaction to do the right thing. assholes.
A lot of the baby books said that absentmindedness was a definite symptom of this part of pregnancy, and given my penchant for bullet lists and post it notes, I didn't think I would be one to suffer from such brain transgressions this soon into the baby brain period.
Example 1: my job is to be organised, I have to make sure that all the crew and equipment are booked for a commercial shoot, everything is my responsibility - from the extra lightbulbs the electrical department requires, to the specific brand of walkers crisps the client prefers. On my last shoot it got to 7pm on a Friday when I realised I hadn't booked the DIT. The DIT being the computer techy person whose sole job it is to make sure the camera rushes are looked after and sent in a readable format to the Editors (a pretty effing important crew member) all the blood drained from my face and I ran from the studio in a panic when I realised that this major infraction had slipped my mind. Panicked doesn't begin to describe what I was feeling. In the end I found someone and was able to breathe again. Never again, Now I have post it's all over my desk at work from 'remember the runner has £20 petty cash' to 'do your pelvic floor exercises' and 'buy some cheese!'
Example 2: as previously mentioned around Christmas a big part of our life became the toasted sandwich maker. like we have had some variety of toasted sandwich everyday for the past 3 weeks. By now I am a pro. Earlier this week I decided to make a toasted sandwich when I got home from work, I also decided that I needed to organise my wardrobe into 'things that fit & things that don't fit' I got so caught up in putting all the not fitting things into a suitcase of clothes "see ya in a year!" that I completely forgot about my baked bean & cheese toastie. By the time I remembered my toastie was nothing more than a piece of cheese encrusted charcoal.
Example 3: I don't know how you normally go to the toilet, but my regime is like this: business-time, wipe, flush. I had an incident where it was more like; business-time, wipe, walk around the bathroom looking for a bin to put the TP into, realising what the f*ck am I doing?, leave the toilet in a rush of confusion, don't flush.
and something.. something.. burning toast....
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