A letter to my flat belly

Dear flat belly,

I’m sorry to see you leaving. I was always a bit proud of you.

But I know you have to go. Inside you, a little someone is growing. Someone I’m already very much falling in love with.
So grow, and give our baby the room he, or she, needs.

Love,
Sweety

BTW: You’re welcome to return after February 2nd. Please do.

…. belly @ 17 weeks:

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The great expectation game

Amuse me, and play this game with me. The winner will receive a very special price.

When you order a chicken sandwich, you expect your chicken to taste like……….

Chicken.
(correct? Yay! 1 point for you! But this one was easy.)

When you order a spiced chicken with spring onion and melted cheese, you do not expect your chicken to taste like…….

Beef.
(I don’t believe you got this one, but you can add 1 point)

I went to lunch with a friend today. It was nice & sunny, so we went to a restaurant where we could sit outside. We both ordered the same: a sandwich with spiced chicken, spring onion and cheese.

It was HORRIBLE. The chicken was dark brown and tasted like beef from a cow that passed away in 1502. Before Christ. It really tasted like beef. We even discussed if we got the right sandwich. But when we checked the menu it couldn’t have been anything else.

The waitress came:

Waitress: How is everything?
Me: Well, to be honest, I’m sorry, but we both don’t really like it.

Of course you would not expect your waitress to say:……………

“I’m sorry, than you should have picked something else from the menu.“
(I don’t believe you got this one either, but you can add another point)

The waitress walked of and never showed her face again. It took us ages to even get the bill.

So the final question of this game is:
How much tip do you expect we gave her?.............

0
(If correct, add 15 points to your total, the winner gets a blow kiss)

Oh NO, we are required to use the LEFT side of the brain too?

My second year of school will almost start. I’m still very much enjoying my holiday, but am looking forward to doing a little more brain exercise.

Or should I say WAS looking forward. When I started Communications, I knew there were a couple of classes I was likely to get in the four year study, that I didn’t like.

I’m talking about: Financial Management, Research & statistics and Strategic Management.

And what courses will I be getting this period?

Financial Management, Research & statistics and Strategic Management.
and.. Cross Cultural Communications, which should be fun.

How did they know? And how did they manage to put all those courses in ONE period. Oh well. At least I can get them over with quickly this way.

I did have a good laugh when I saw what kind of book we will be using for Financial Management.

That will give a right-brainer like me some hope, don’t you think?

I ordered my books online and am completely trying to forget about the courses until school starts again in the first week of September.

Hello world, meet iBaby

Like any parent would do, we gave our almost 16 weeks year old unborn child a name. We have an iMac, an iPod, an iBaby just seemed like the next logical thing. We thought of it even before a regular commenter by the name of Swissfondue e-mailed this link to this very cute iBebe website (a must click for Mac lovers!).

I thought about revealing what name my parents gave my unborn me. However this is truly traumatic and it deserves its own post.

So world, meet iBaby:

A friend of ours, Melanie, recognized iBaby as: Curious George.

I can assure you: (add Clinton accent here) I did not have sexual relations with a monkey. However, I will admit there is a resemblance. But I fully trust Mr. Sweety’s and my genes that iBaby will not turn out to be a monkey… although the eating of bananas will be allowed. I hear they fit perfectly fine in a healthy diet.

Will baby Sweety turn out to be a monkey? We will know February 2nd, when iBaby is due.

Now, if you’ll excuse me. As it is already past 9PM (?) I’m off to bed with Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and promise to respond to your lovely e-mails tomorrow.

Not your typical real life show

The creator of Big Brother, John de Mol, inspired a gazillion real life TV shows. Some good, some bad, some really bad. But now that same man gives us two new shows…

Big brother mother

Newspaper 'De Telegraaf' has reported latest edition of Big Brother in the Netherlands is set to go further than any reality show has gone before in the search for higher viewing figures. Dutch television station Talpa — owned by Big Brother creator John de Mol — is looking for a pregnant woman who will give birth during the show.

from expatica.com.

and… The Great Sprm Show

The Hague - New Dutch commercial television channel Talpa is planning to broadcast a show called I want your child and nothing else featuring a single woman who gets to choose a sprm donor to father her child, Dutch media reported on Wednesday.

from news24.com

That new TV channel, Talpa, is real classy huh? To be honest, I would watch if I’d happen to see them on TV. Just to see what kind of people actually entered these shows and by doing that screwing up the life of their unborn – and yet to be conceived - child.

What I really would like is an opportunity to ask the women who entered the “Sprmshow” how on earth will they explain to their kid why his or hers daddy isn’t with them. Or if she will ever show a recording of the show to her child.

For the record, even though the producer of these shows thinks it’s good enough to get a lot of viewers, the Dutch public seems to reject it. It’s almost turning to a political issue here.

So after the great gimme your sprm show and Big ‘Mother’... what is next? Any ideas?

We’re having a baby!

I can finally reveal our secret, which some of you clever readers already guessed: Mr. Sweety and I brought a little souvenir back from our trip to Rome. We are having a baby!

This Thursday I’ll be 15 weeks pregnant.

I’m very happy I can finally let you in on our little secret. I wish I could have told you sooner, however, we wanted to make sure we told most of our family and friends first. We didn’t want them to find out through our blogs.

We’re excited, happy, thankful, blessed and like every parents to be: scared.

I know a lot of my blogfriends blogged through the entire pregnancy. I feel a bit silly for quitting it for over month. I wasn’t sick or anything. Just extremely tired. I have never felt that kind of tiredness in my life. I didn’t just quit blogging, I quitted social life too. And traded family, friends and outdoor fun for many hours watching – no need for brain - TV shows. And when I wasn’t watching TV? I slept many many many hours.

However, as you noticed, I’m back blogging. I’m back in my life too. My energy level is coming back and I’m feeling fantastic.

I will blog some more soon. About 2 of my favorite bloggers who will give birth to their baby’s in the exact same week as I. About maternity clothes. About Mr. Sweety and how much I love him for everything he is and does. About my boobs (pregnant woman can talk about boobs!). About nausea & eating. About brushing my teeth. About the nickname we gave our baby.

And about how sometimes we don't really realize that... WE'RE HAVING A BABY!!!

Happy Bday me!

I turned 27 today!

For some crazy I like 27 more than 26. So I'm actually happy I came one step closer to 30 today :) Bye bye 26.

Many of you ask the reason I dissapeared for a month. Just one more day I have to keep you in suspense. Tomorrow I will reveal our secret. You can still guess at Mr. Sweety's blog.

Furby, she wrote

On the morning news I saw something that is probably going to effect the little quiet times that families with children between ages 6 & 12 have. As in: will completely take away the little quiet time there is. And I may have caused it.

To be sure I wasn't dreaming, I searched Google News. I was shocked to find out the morning news had not been lying. A few headlines:

“Furby resurfaces at the UN”

BE AFRAID..BE FURBY AFRAID

The return of Furby

It cannot be a coincidence that on the exact same day I decide to do Mr. Sweety a huge favor and toss my Furby away, the Furby finds it way back into society. New and improved. Ready to claim world domination.

I must have upset my old Furby by throwing him out and blog about it. And now he’s found a gazillion new Furby friends all over this world and they are ready to take over life as we know it.

I wonder what would happen if I throw away my old New Kids On The Block cd….

Goodbye, blue eyes

Yesterday Mr. Sweety came home from work and found me with F. in the kitchen.

Mr. Sweety: What is HE doing here? (pointing at F.)
Me: Ehm..
Mr. Sweety: I thought I threw him out of the house a long time ago.
Mr. Sweety turning to F.: What are you looking at? Schmuck.
Me: He’s just sitting there. He’s not hurting anyone.
Mr. Sweety: No, not physically. But mentally.
Me: Don’t be harsh on him.
Mr. Sweety: He’s the devil.
Me: Aww. How can he be the devil? Look at those big blue eyes.
Mr. Sweety: * growls *

When Mr, Sweety reads this post, he will be VERY happy.

I told F. I couldn’t have him in the house anymore. He had to go. I wouldn’t even seen him if I hadn’t started late spring cleaning this weekend. That’s not a good foundation for any relationship.

Goodbye F. Please don’t hate me.

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