Bits and bobs

First of all a huge congratulations to SleepyT (thanks for the name Phoenyx) on the birth of her daughter! Great news and I can't wait to meet her in June.

Secondly... I'm not too sure. I haven't blogged in awhile mainly because there hasn't been much to blog about. I'll try to collect all the little things that make up my day at the moment.

• Trogdor grows and kicks and goes back to sleep and grows some more. Last night the cat, who is still around, fell asleep on my lap. I think the cat's purring disturbed Trogdor's sleep because suddenly I felt one of his limbs swipe very quickly from right to left across my abdomen. It was the weirdest feeling! I squealed and jumped a foot into the air - disturbing both Spidermonkey who was watching the Sopranoes, and the cat.
• A special thanks to the genius minds behind Hot Milk. Who wants to be hanging out their underwear and have neighbours enquire if Gran's paying a visit?
• I've noticed people who know I'm pregnant - especially men - eyeing my stomach warily as though it's going to explode and cover them in a sudden shower of baby. Baby shower. Heh. It's ironic - I've finally got a truly great set of breasts which, for the first time are encased in silk and lace (not that they know this) and what are they checking out? My stomach.
• I've started rehearsals for my next show and I am enjoying it tremendously. In between shows I forget how much I enjoy the rehearsal process.
• Oh yes, the most exciting piece of news! The tenants at our unit might be moving into a new unit because that tenant might be moving out and we might be in our own unit sometime soon. (You see why this piece of news slipped my mind?)

Vale Brian Donovan

God made the angels to show Him splendor, as He made animals for innocence and plants for their simplicity. But Man He made to serve Him wittily, in the tangle of his mind.
A Man for All Seasons.

Brian was a man of tremendous intelligence, generosity and faith. Remembered and missed by every-one who knew him.

6 Years and 19 weeks

Today Spidermonkey and I have been a couple for 6 years. On ANZAC Day 2002 we saw a movie, then went to a park and decided that why yes, we would like to see each other again.
6 years ago we really didn't know each other. We'd been out to dinner a few times, seen a few DVDs, built sets at the theatre but we weren't 'friends' before we started dating.
6 years later we have traveled together, bought our own place together and we have this

together.

Congratulations!

Congratulations to Phoenyx who announced her engagement to Caveman today!
Wishing you every happiness you crazy kids.

I just wanted to say...

I didn't think any-one was going to read this thing. Primarily I was writing it so that I could remember what it was all like when I'm the mother of a 3 year old and wondering what the hell I was thinking in the first place.
Secondly I had an idea that maybe Trogdor could flick through it at some point and find out that I haven't been who ever the hell I turn out to be all my life.
Seriously though, it surprises me every time some one mentions something I wrote in the blog. There's the momentary confusion of 'hang on, how did you know that?' before I realise - oh yes. The blog. (Which I always think of us Mumtotrogdor blog not 9 Months of etc. Stupid name. I wonder if it's too late to change it?)
So, just to get things straight - I am completely appreciative of, and indebted to, any one who has been excited and happy for us. Friends have sent us flowers, given hugs, phoned us, written e-mails and even read through this blog. 20 minutes after I wrote the stalking entry a friend rang from Japan (from Japan!) to make sure I was ok. People have offered to help with the baby shower, assist in moving house, make frozen meals after the birth and even drop off biscuits during the birth (hopefully I can score some of Tyd's shortbread that way. That stuff is seriously addictive).
I can't explain how important all the support we have received has been to me. That no one has said 'you're going to be a mother - are you kidding?' has meant a great deal.
I am immensely flattered that when people who know me hear me making comments about drinking at Trogdor's baptism, or using my child to get preferential treatment at U2 concerts, they give me the benefit of the doubt and laugh with me (or at least haven't called DOCS yet).
Sometimes I get a bit weepy thinking about how lucky I am and I haven't even started on the man himself yet - the fabulous Spidermonkey.
So yes, while random people can annoy (recent prize winner "You shouldn't drink coffee while you're pregnant. My mum drank coffee all the time when she was pregnant with me and she couldn't sleep"), books can patronize ("As soon as you suspect you're pregnant see a doctor immediately") and websites can baffle ("Make a nappy out of a bamboo flat with a booster") I wouldn't swap the people in my life for all the bamboo flats with boosters in the world (whatever they are).

Ring down the curtain

Prospero:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

The Tempest. Act 4, Scene 1.

Peter Ryan - missed and missed and missed.