More news of the expanding Radzer

[radegund]

I have reason to believe that my inhabitant is kicking me. A few times a day, I get this kind of gentle tapping feeling (which is presumably a rather bigger deal for the tapper, who is allegedly around 11cm long this week). It's quite disconcerting - exciting, of course, but definitely disconcerting. (The fact that it started up the other night when I was listening to Bach's double violin concerto may indicate that this is a person of sound musical taste, but it may be coincidental.)

Hee! There it goes again! It read my mind!

Meanwhile, it appears that I have low blood pressure, which would account for some of the complete. fucking. exhaustion. from which I've been suffering lately. Last week was tough, and I got through it; this week I've had bugger all to do, and I've done even less than that. I'm extremely grateful to my housemates, who have put up with a lot of moping and whining from me in the last few days.

On the plus side, I finished cautiously knitting the back of a very small cardigan yesterday, and it hasn't noticeably exacerbated my tendonitis, which I was afraid of.

I'll have to curb one of my linguistic habits. I tend to refer to my gardening books as "garden porn", and my DIY books as "DIY porn", and niallm's D&D books as "gaming porn". But with baby books? Um. Not so witty.

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[ailbhe]

I felt early movement as a swirling, rather than a tapping, but my inhabitant didn't display any sense of musical rhythm until 20 weeks, when it decided to boogie to the background music to my dinner. The sense of rhythm hasn't gone away. I'll let you know if it appears to last after birth.

Knitting! Wow! Truly you are an industrious soul! My nesting instinct is almost entirely focussed on DIY.

Perhaps I should relabel the baking drawer in our kitchen; it's currently marked "Rob's Porn Collection - Keep Out!" which may be inappropriate.

I'm paying people to do my ironing. My hands are a *mess*.

So - you have a copy of Jesus of Montreal? Can I borrow it? Blockbuster here is complete monopolistic pants.

[radegund.livejournal.com]

Well, to be fair, it wasn't exactly rhythmic. But there was a definite burst of excitement when the music started, which, unless coincidental, is a good start :-)

The knitting thing is an intermittent habit of mine - not nearly frequently enough indulged. When we moved into our house I seem to have unconsciously decided that I can't do "soft" crafts (meaning needlework, essentially) until all the "hard" stuff (floors, storage, decoration) has been taken care of. (Hmmm. Perhaps I could compromise by making curtains? But curtains are boring.) Every so often I get the itch, though. I scratched it the other week by buying two books of baby knitting patterns with my full-up Hodges Figgis loyalty cards. The projects are very small, of course, which is good on all sorts of levels (inter alia: cuteness, non-dauntingness and speed of completion).

I am profoundly grateful to have functioning hands, given how many years I've spent rattling at a keyboard. Will yours recover in time, or is it a good-days-bad-days thing?

We do indeed have a copy of JoM. I'll ask its worshipper (that would be niallm) if it can be lent ... always assuming we can find it in the first place!

[ailbhe]

My hands are a good-days-bad-days thing; pregnancy leads to bad days rather more often than not, though.

Curtains are not boring; the ones we made for the library were very exciting indeed, because there was no way of getting the right fabric already wide enough, so we had to sew bits together using a sewing machine with no foot and bits of pretty rope. It scuppered my arms for days. More boring curtains yield almost instant satisfaction, too.

JoM sprang to mind because I bleeve puritybrown wants to borrow it.

Perhaps I should knit something. Something very very small, like a bootee.

[radegund.livejournal.com]

Curtains are not boring[...]

I may yet overcome my apathy: we've just got a new - well, ish - sofa, and it's screaming blue murder (actually, make that a sort of burnt-orange murder) at our already pretty icky living-room curtains. New curtains would be a lot less hassle than loose covers, I'm thinking.

The sewing-machine-with-no-foot experience isn't one I'd relish. I use (when I use it) a lovely old Singer that my mother's maiden aunts used to have. It has an eletric pedal attachment and comes embedded in its own table. I've no idea how old it is, but it's still going strong - just needs a service every few years.

I bleeve puritybrown wants to borrow it

The Purity has apparently been in touch with the Niall re JoM. Did you want it for your own viewing pleasure also?

Something very very small, like a bootee.

I'm now envisaging an outsize bootee designed for both feet :-) Ignore me!

[ailbhe]

Curtains are practically instant graification. And sewing machines don't come with feet suitable for sewing rope to two bits of fabric, so we had very little in the way of choices - no, a zipper foot wouldn't have done. My mother was very surprised I'd thought of it and has been threatening to experiment with footless sewing ever since. As to the film - I want to borrow it seperately from K, but only know your household has it because of her journal, so she gets first dibs, I think.

[radegund.livejournal.com]

Ah - a deliberately footless sewing machine is a different kettle of fish.

Niall's reluctant to entrust his pride and joy to the postal service. Is anyone we know going your way soon?

[(Anonymous)]

I read somewhere recently that people act as rather good low pass filters, so listening to things with interesting bass lines might be an interesting way to test musicalness. Singing must sound really interesting though...

I think I've heard of cook books referred to as culinary porn. Someone said that advertising is the pornography of capitalism, so I'm not quite sure what that make Sky TV...

dwm