So today is my 34th birthday.  Not too bad.  I can live with the fact that I am nearing the wrong side of 30.  Get coffee in bed, I can get used to this.  Liam helps me open my gifts, not super nice, but hey, I can deal with it.  Once he realises that the gifts are not cars, he loses interest.  Then, bang out of nowhere, Liam asks "How old are you mommy".  I reply giving my age.  "Is it more than three?" "Well yes my boy, its more than three." "Can I count to thirty three mommy?"  "Not yet Liam, but mommy will teach you." "You are VERY old mommy, if its more than three." Yes Liam, I know, its way more than three ok, stop it now or I will have to lie and start telling you that I am five.  Thirty four and pregnant, who would have thought.  The girls in Sex and the City would have done something magical.  Me, my boys are taking me and my sister and her fiancee out to dinner at the Portuguese place down the road, it&

I have actually been meaning to write this for quite some time.  A couple of weeks ago we went to see the Parlotones in the Menlyn Barnyard Theater.  All I can say is wow!  Its actually the second time that we saw them and I was equally impressed second time around as I was the first, I am almost a groupie considering that I actually saw them twice in a 6 month period. The thing is that they are just so original and full of energy, Khan has an amazing voice and they are truly world class. It makes me wonder though, every time an international act like U2 come to SA, the Springbok Nude Girls get together again and open, its sad, it should have been the Parlotones. Luka hated the opening act (I think the Black Hotels were a tad loud for her taste) but when the Parlotones started, she kicked along to the beat, nice and to the rhythm. Parlotones, you rock, and even Luka my yet unborn daughter agrees wholeheartedly. 

Well, I am officially almost there, over the worst of it, or so they say...Luka should be about 42cm long and weighs in at about 1.8 kilograms, and I must say, she seems bigger. I can no longer see my feet when standing up, I battle to paint my toenails, its no fun going for facials and lying on my back, Luka kicks the living daylights out of me and I have a head sticking out under my ribs for the best part of the day.  I think my tummy must actually now be blue on the inside. Liam is constantly asking "Mommy, is Luks kicking you?" as he can see me cringe.  On the good side, nobody can think that I am merely overweight, there can be no mistake, there is a baby or two in here.  The negative is obviously the fact that I no longer fit into my own pants and picked up 11 kilograms thus far, despite the fact that I limit my calories and actually go to the gym. Gym wise, people look at me quite funny when I get on the static bike, I must be quite the picture balancing my hug

Well, I am officially 30 weeks pregnant.  Luka would seemingly have a good chance of survival if born now.  Most of her vital organs are formed, she is around 42 cm long and probably weighs around 1.6 kilograms.  Good news right...yes, unless you are blessed with pregnancy paranoia like me. Last week Friday is a normal day, just like any other.  Bearing in mind the experience I had with Liam, low amniotic fluid, placenta abruptia etc, I decide I am leaking amniotic fluid.  So I do what any right thinking pregnant woman would do, I phone my gynaecologist, who just happens to be on leave (crying shame if you ask me as I did not even know she was away).  I then phone the kind nurses at obstetrics who inform me to rather be safe than sorry and come in for a check up. I rush to hospital and they have a little stick that turns black if its amniotic fluid, safe to say, it is not, and the nice nurse tells me that it is no skin of their backs - so if I feel the need to have it checked out a

Well as I said in a previous post, Gerhard has been struck down by some man flu.  I actually feel a tad guilty as he really appears sick, although with the male species you can never truly tell...anyhow, so last night I get home once again and the poor man could not even bother to switch on the dishwasher, now at this juncture I have to point out that I am actually the one packing the dishwasher.  In Gerhard's eyes, the dishes merely have to be brought to the vicinity of the dishwasher, say a 5 meter radius.  The dishes will then actually climb into the dishwasher all by themselves.  Had I not known this man almost all my life I would have sworn that he was reading some Terry Pratchett on the sly.  Washing, ironing, all foreign concepts to him.  Picking up shoes after wearing these, shoes are made for walking, so of course when we go to bed at night, the shoes just walk themselves up the stairs.  Cooking, happens all by its lonesome self.  The toys scattered all around the house

Liam and I were both a tad under the weather last week, we suffered from the common cold. . . Gerhard has the same thing today, only he is really sick, had to go to the doctor for some antibiotics and in his case he suffers from severe upper respiratory track infection.  All in all, he has man flu.  Need I say more?  So as you know, my domestic worker Sekai is in Zimbabwe for three weeks, she has been gone for an entire week.  I am cooking, cleaning the house, picking up toys, doing the washing, ironing, packing and unpacking the dishwasher, because men seem to think that these things happen by themselves.  They don't if there are any men reading this. So last week when I was feeling a bit sick, I still did all these things, in actual fact, I felt so bad after spending a night away from my boys that I actually went out to supper with them on Friday night, despite feeling as if my head would explode.  Add to this the fact that I am pregnant and can at best take a panado for any