Eeek...I've applied for Uni!

I've bitten the bullet and applied to uni for next year. I'm still not 100% sure I'll even go ahead with it if I get in, maybe I'll defer it for a year. Either way, all things going to my plan, I will be at Uni within the next 2 years. Wow, scary AND exciting!

I've applied for Bachelor of Midwifery at Australian Catholic University, sounds religious and all but they promise me it's not! If I do get accepted I am going to negotiate going part time, which would mean 2 or 3 days on campus in Brisbane. Not completely happy with having to travel up there, but I'm sure it's doable. I'll just have to get my bum into gear and get some organisation happening.

I'm not even going to think about the logistics of it at the moment, the thought of putting the kids into care makes my stomach tumble. Grace would be fine, she's quite happy going off to school now, but my little boy just seems way to young to be offloaded to someone else. I was hoping to avoid this until he was 2, like I did was Grace. Oh well, we will see what happens. I have to be accepted first.

As I said it's not my first choice. I really want to get into the Bach of Mid at Griffith, but that course is still only a maybe for starting in 2010. So maybe I will defer ACU, then apply for Griffith in 2010 (if it goes ahead).

I really can't wait to get started though. This is what I definitely want to do, it has become my passion. The thought of eventually being a midwife and being able to share the experience of birth and babies with other families just makes me giddy with excitement. I imagine myself older, wiser and still catching babies.

Oh gosh, I am so excited about learning and fully immersing myself in midwifery. I haven't studied for ages so I know that it will be hard, but surely because it is something that I am passionate about I will be able to fumble my way through.

Becoming a midwife is what I have been dreaming about over the last few years, more since Xav's birth. A big influence on this has been Tracey, my amazing midwife. To hear her speak about midwifery with such passion is just contagious. I want to be helping women through their pregnancies, births and those first precious few weeks with their newborns.

So I guess now I just wait until January and see if they want me or not. It's a very competitive course to get into, so probably should prepare myself for not even getting in. Nah, I think I will just be blissfully naive, maybe even forgetting that I have applied and be pleasantly surprised when I get the call in January!

Ta-da....we have a bathroom!

We finally have a bathroom!!
Poor Duane went without one for 2 1/2 weeks, me and the kids only had to stink for 1 week. It was a tough one week though, lots of spas & hair washing in the laundry tub. I managed to scab some showers, 1 from Nicole's and one from White water world, so I wasn't completely feral. It was nice to finally have a nice, warm & long (oops dont tell the council!) shower. Ahh...bliss.

So here are a few pics of the (nearly) finished bathroom, it still needs the towel rail put in.

~~Looking into the bathroom~~

~~Shower and part of vanity~~

~~Feature tiles in bathroom~~

~~New toilet (self closing!!)~~

The kitchen and laundry were also retiled, I haven't tidied them up yet so pics at another time!

Seriously

If I thought that turning 2 was tough on both Grace and I, 3 is going to be even more delightful. The attitude that she is showing me is so ridiculous, it's hilariuos.

This was our converstion tonight:

Me: Grace, It's nearly time for bed. Go grab a book to read.

Grace: I'm not going to bed Mum, I'll just stay on the couch.

Me: Umm, No Grace it's nearly bed time.

Grace: No Mum, I'm serious. I stay on the couch. I'm serious

What tha? She's serious! Holy crapola.

Trip to Tas

The kids and I have safely made it back to the sunshine state. It was nice to get off the plane and be greeted by the warm breeze, certainly a change from the bone-chilling wind we enjoyed the last few days in Tas.

The flight down was great. I did a bit of "alpha, bravo, charlie" talk at check-in and managed to get the seat beside us blocked off, which I am sure was a relief to the person that potentially had to sit beside us.

The kids were both perfect little angels, I sat back taking all the compliments from other passengers about how well behaved my children were (lets hope these same people didn't witness the return nightmare journey.) I was fully prepared with colouring in and toys to amuse them when they started getting agitated. We did laps up and down the aisle, and even had an impromptu kiddies club up the front of the plane with some of the other children. Grace needed to go to the toilet at one stage, so I took her up, opened the door and let her sort out the rest. Xav by the stage had done a runner to the other end of the plane, so I quickly told Grace to finish up and I would be back in a sec. After rescuing Mr Busy, I turned around to see Grace standing up the front of the plane, bare bummed with undies and pants around her ankles.

Hurrying past the snigger's and smirks of other passengers, with Xav sideways under my arm I ran to her, took her back into the toilet and got her to wash her hands and pull her pants up. Leaving her for a second after that, cause Mr X was once again running down the aisle, I then turned around to see Grace grab the hostie microphone and start to warm up for a concert. Once again, Xav was snatched and I was to run to the front to save the day. Oh, and when I took my eyes of her for another second she was fiddling with the emergency exit buttons at the front of the plane.

All in all though they were great and I was lulled into a false sense of security for the return flight, more on that later though.

It was great to catch up with everyone in Tas. Mum was thrilled (well the first 7 days she was, I think she was over us as house guests by the end though!) to have us there. Xav and I got to share Mum's room (and the bed of course!) and Grace got to sleep in the fairy room. She was stoked to find not 1 but 3 fairy dresses for her to wear EVERY SINGLE WAKING MINUTE. She even managed to wrangle 2 of them into the suitcase to bring home.

Grace had a great time playing with Uncle Stephen's cockateils. One is called Elmo, but Grace really has no clue who Elmo is and miss-pronounced the name Emo. So even though the bird is not pale skinned nor does it wear heavy black eye-liner, it is now referred to as Emo. Grace constantly followed Stephen around, much to his horror sometimes. She just wanted to be with him whenever he was home, however Stephen prefers to shower and go to the toilet alone, strange hey!

Speaking of Emo, Grace did manage to find some mascara and went a little goth:

~~Look at that lovely black eye-liner and lipstick!~~

Uncle Chris came over on the Monday to say hi. Grace was asleep on the couch but was happy and excited to see him when she woke. Chris jokingly said that she could go home for dinner at his house, well that was all the invite that Grace needed. Her shoes were on and her backpack was ready, she went out to his car and didn't even give me a backward glance as they drove off. I was a little surprised that she was Ok to do this, I mean she knows who Chris is but she hasn't actually seen him for a year.

She had a great time apparently. Playing with cousin Tom & gobbling up her dinner of lasagna and salad. Chris had been given strict instructions not to feed her any junk. So no chocolate or lollies, but I probably should have been more specific and mentioned no cordial. It seems Grace had her first taste of a beverage that didn't come from me, a cow or a tap. Poor Chris obviously thought he was doing the right thing with the food and didn't even give it a second thought that she didn't drink RED cordial. Not sure if it was that or the hyping up that he gave her, but she was buzzing all night, finally falling into a heap at 9.30pm!!!!

When Mum was up here earlier in the year she had talked up all the things we could do in Devonport. She told Grace all about the the ferry boat that linked Devonport with East Devonport. Grace caught onto this and all she could talk about after Mum left was the Ferry boat. She seemed ridiculously excited about a flaming boat, and then it clicked. She thought she was going on a "Fairy" boat, probably expecting to be greeted by happy, smiling fairies prancing around in tulle & sparkles with wings on their backs and waving wands around. Uh, Oh....How were we going to get around this one without a major tantrum when Grace came face-to-face with the boring ferry boat. You get the magical fairy dust, of course.

So on the way to the big trip we stopped off at my old workplace (Chickenfeed) to buy some beautiful sparkly fairy dust (cheap glitter) Grace chose some lovely purple dust, then we headed down to the ferry.

~~Grace and Nanny on the Ferry, with the Spirit of Tas in the background~~

Now the ferry is a rickety old red and white thing that is in desperate need of a spruce up. It's been around for as long as I remember. Mum is always telling us stories of how she used to walk from our old house in East Devonport, all the way over to the Ferry and then over to "town". I am sure us kids thought it was an adventure every time we made the short crossing over the river.

Grace was eagerly waiting to board the ferry. Her and Xav had the obligatory posed photo out the front and then we all hopped on for the big trip. Grace sat on one of the benches, nose pressed to the window, a smile wide across her face. In all the excitement we forgot about sprinkling the fairy dust, but she didn't mind.

It was a quick trip with not a fairy in sight, but it didn't matter. Grace absolutely loved it and was obviously exhausted by the whole adventure because after leaving the ferry she immediately fell asleep in her pram. Xav had a snooze in his, so it left Mum and I to scavenge around the op-shops. No bargains to be had, but we had a good time anyway.

As we waited at the dock for the Ferry to return, we sprinkled the fairy dust into the river. I am sure the fish are going to look like they are heading to Mardi Gras, all shimmering of purple sparkles!

~~Spreading fairy dust with Nanny~~

I also got to catch up with an old friend from college. We had so many good times together, getting up to good clean mischief. The days were a mixture of alcohol, karaoke and parties. It was great to meet again as mothers. Her beautiful little boy passed away of SIDS just after he turned 1 and she also has a gorgeous 7 months old daughter. It was amazing chatting to her and realising how different we both were from the boozed up partying kids of our teenage years, and yet how alike we still are. I would love it if we lived close, she is someone that I would definitely want to spend time with.

~~Xav enjoying his first ever treat, a yoghurt frog~~

The rest of the trip was filled in with visiting family, wandering around Devonport and spending time with Mum. It was a good trip, but I do always get homesick when I go down there. It makes me realise that I could never live down there again. I just feel so out of place. I have been nagging Mum for ages to move up here, this trip I had planned to finally convince her. I tried but she has told me that it's not going to happen, she's happy (but me being the know-all that I am still thinks that she would be happier up her!) I am kinda Ok with it though. I would love my Mum around for both my sake and for the kids, but short of tying her up and dragging her up here against her will, it ain't gonna happen. Pity really, I had a million dollars to give her if she moved up, Oh well her loss! (please, please, please re-consider Mum! Ok, I am officially stopping nagging now)

Now the trip home. Well this would have to be the hardest thing I have ever done with the 2 kids. It was a nightmare. I was seriously considering opening up the escape route and jumping out. That was the easier and better option.

I'll set the scene. Grace had gotten croup a few nights before we were due to fly. Probably bought on by me taking her to visit the fairy penguins (we only saw 2, but she was happy with that) on a very cold and windy night. The next day she starting the croupy bark, she was getting temps and was very tired. We were going out to dinner at my older brothers house that night, I took her so I could keep an eye on her and thought she could just have a sleep there. I had put Xav to bed and he was being looked after by Uncle Stephen. Stephen was given strict instruction to not forget that he was in charge of my precious son and just leave the house. he promised me that he would stay.

We headed down to Matthews house, checked out the new deck then went inside to start our beautiful roast dinner. Grace was feeling quite warm so I gave her some panadol. We had just set up at the table, I gave Grace a bit of her potato, then she started dry-reaching. I know exactly what was going to happen, so I cupped my hands and placed them tightly under her chin. Yep, up it all came. I was very impressed with myself though, none of it slipped through my cupped hands. So, so gross. After her face was cleaned up, she layed on Nanny and promptly went to sleep. Must teach my daughter better table manners!

The next few days she just slept and was very grizzly. She cried nearly the whole car ride to the airport. She was so miserable, just crying and calling to her Daddy. I knew then that the plane ride was going to be very, very interesting.

The flight was full, which meant that we would only have the 2 seats between the 3 of us. I was nervous about having to nurse wriggling Xav for the whole flight, and as it turned out I had every reason too. I was lucky though that the poor person stuck beside us was a Mum that has been on a weeks holiday away from her 3 y/o. I figured she must be missing her daughter, so offered her Xav as a substitute a few times Grace really needed my attentiong. I was so thankful that someone understanding was put beside me!

Grace was a little whingy, but mostly ok when we first got on the plane. I set her up in the window seat, hoping that she would just gaze out the window and maybe doze off. I strapped Xav onto me using the kiddy belt. He too was ok at the start, just fiddling with the buckles and playing with the drop down table. So the first 30 minutes or so were ok, then things got horrible. Grace started crying, "I want my Daddy, Where's my Daddy?", very,very loudly. She was begging for me to cuddle her, but there was no way Xav would sit still by himself in the seat. I was fighting the whole time to hold onto Xav as he wriggled and squirmed, trying desperately to break free and run up the aisles. My back was aching from the constant struggle as well as trying to cuddle Grace into my side. I tried everything to get them to sit still and for Grace to stop crying. I even ordered the portable DVD player, waste of $10 though, they were not interested at all. I was pulling things out of the bag left right and centre, nothing was doing the trick. I thought I was onto a winner with the yoghurt frogs, nope, they were thrown onto the floor in disgust.

Nothing was working. So in desperation, I did the only thing left. I cuddled them both in close and tight, and sung to them. Now my singing is atrocious and should not be heard in public, unless it involved lots of alcohol and a karaoke machine. After a struggle they both started to calm down and slowly drifted of to sleep. I was so uncomfortable but too scared to move a muscle.

They only slept for 10 mins, but that was ok, it was enough to recharge me for the rest of the flight.

Grace still screamed the rest of the flight, clutching her ears yelling, "Sore ears, oooouuucchhh, sore ears" The poor little thing must have been in so much pain. I have never seen her so upset and inconsolable. I hated the flight. I just felt so useless and unable to help her. It was 3 hours of torture for her, me and I am sure all the other passengers within her screaming radius.

We made it in the end though. It was so great to see Daddy, we all just breathed a collective sigh of relief.
So never again will I fly with a sick child, way to stressful.

14 months

Well Xav has officially been a one year old for 2 months. Babyhood just seems a distant memory as my little boy gains more and more toddler traits. We are at the cute age of toddler hood, not deliberately naughty but still manages to get into plenty of mischief. People are always commenting on how "busy" he is, which basically translates to "what a little terror!!" Its just that he is constantly on the go, only stopping to sleep and eat. The rest of the time he is go, go, go. He is just what I imagined a little boy to be like, cheeky as anything, but oh so lovable.

He seems to have crammed so much into this last 2 months, every day he is surprising us.

He is getting so animated and vocal with his wants. He marches up to either Duane or I, thrusts his arms up to us, rubs his fingers together and says, "Um, Um, Um" , which we have taken to mean up. Its just so cute and funny when he does it, we can't resist scooping him up for a squishy cuddle.

The clicking of the fingers has evolved to mean many things now. It can mean more food, over there, pass me that and pick me up. It's funny how out of nowhere he has created his own little sign language that works. When he comes into our bed for his morning (or midnight!) feast he just lays down, taps me on the shoulder, rubs his fingers together all the while saying, "Hmm,Hmmm,Hmmm" Lucky I still think him demanding things is cute, I'm sure that will end soon though.

~~Xav clicking his fingers for service~~

Xav is starting to follow instructions, he actually amazes me with this one. I can tell him to get his water, or shoes, or book and he does it. He is also happy to play my personal slave and take things to Grace or Daddy, always insisting that they say "Ta". If he desperately wants something he will stand there reaching for it saying, "Ta, Ta, Ta" over and over again until he has what he wants. He often does this in the back of the car, insisting that Grace pass him whatever toy she has chosen to play with.

When I say that it is breakfast time he rushes to the cupboard and waits until I get the weetbix out. He then marches over to the fridge and bangs on the door, making sure that I remember the fruit and milk that goes on his breakfast. As I am serving out the two-fruits into each bowl I have 2 seagulls below me squawking for a piece. After it is all served up Xav runs over to the high chair bellowing to be put in.

Xav enjoys his food, gobbling up most things put in front of him. He eats all the same meals as us and is getting better at feeding himself with a spoon or fork. I watch his little mind concentrate so hard as he stabs the food onto the fork, then glides it into his mouth. After a while he gets sick of all the effort and resort back to his hands though.

My dear sweet little boy picked me my first flower yesterday. Oh, my heart just melted when I realised what he had done. I was outside weeding the lawn and the kids were pottering around the yard. I heard Xav behind me yelling out, "Ta, Ta, Ta" and there he was chubby hand outstretched to me and he passed me a flower (err, weed) that he had picked from the garden. I thought it might have been a fluke, but he did it over and over and over again. Each time I felt my heart skip a beat, this was my son's first act of chivalry. It also gave me a glimpse into the future and the realisation that one day my beautiful Xav will be picking flowers for another woman.

Grace has also taught him how to yell "Stop" whilst holding his hands out in a stop sign. We had taught her to do this if anyone was hurting her, so it's kinda ironic that he will no doubt have to use this on Grace at some time! He manages to hold a straight face, just long enough to get his point across then he collapses into a giggling heap.

He can now say Daisy (very clearly), Lily, Mama, Dad, Ta, Who's 'dat?, What is it?, 'acey (Gracey), 'avier (I think is Xavier), kick (as he kicks the ball around) and Nan. He only started saying Nan consistently a few days before we left Tas, but that's all the little stinker is saying now.

If you ask him he can point to his head and belly. If I sing "Round and Round the garden" He immediately starts tracing his pointer finger around his pudgy palm.

~~My sweet boy~~

Xav can chuck an award winning tantrum. We have had some beauties over the last few months. Full on screaming, yelling, thrashing and even some fine head banging moments. They usually start when something that Xav wants has been taken from him. Goodness know what he has in store for when he turns 2, please don't let these tantrums be the tame ones!

He seems to have gotten over his clingy phase. Quite the opposite in fact. Now he would rather be away from me, running in the opposite direction preferably. Any chance he gets he bolts from me, looking back briefly to giggle.

I love this age. He has so much personality and is just so adorable. He certainly keeps me on my toes but I wouldn't want him any other way.

Going to Tassie

Well tomorrow is going to be a very, very early morning. We have to leave here by 5am, so that means I will have to leave my warm comfy bed by at least 4.30am. The kids are just going to get transferred from their beds to the car in the hope that they sleep on the car ride up to the airport. I'm hoping I can continue snoozing in the car too.

I am starting to get a little nervous about the flight and how the hell am I going to keep both kids contained and happy? Grace should be fine, it's Xav the tornado that I am worried about. Maybe I can just let him run loose up and down the aisles, and let him be one of those kids that everyone talks about. Or I could just load up with food and keep shoving it in. Either way it is going to be an interesting flight, for both me and the poor unsuspecting passengers.

I am looking forward to seeing everybody and palming the kids off with Nanny for some bonding time. I've caught up with an old friend through facebook so I am hoping to catch up with her. Last time we saw each other we were both wild and living it up! It will be nice to see how having kids has changed us both and calmed us down!

Anyway, must go and spend some time with the hubby. I'm sure that he will enjoy the serenity of being home alone, but after the first night he'll be counting down for us to come home. Enjoy it I say, imagine all that time to himself, (not to mention the uninterrupted sleep!)

Happy birthday Daisy

My first "baby" turns 7 today.

Poor Daisy has had a lot to contend with over the last 7 years. She was showered with love and affection from both Duane & I. She was our pride and joy, we took her everywhere and bought her the best of everything. She had daily walks and regular trips to the park to have doggy play dates. She got new toys reguarly, and her nautiness was just laughed off and thought to be cute.

We then thought she might be getting bored, so along came Lily. They became the best of friends, playing together all the time. Lily then was treated like our 2nd child, getting the best of everything just like Daisy.


Then came along our real baby, Grace. The dogs still got plenty of attention and taken out, not as much as before Grace but we still made the effort. They did get put outside a little more than usual, I was being a normal new Mummy and not wanting a stray dog fur on my baby at all.

Grace loved playing with the dogs, but she always insists that Daisy is her dog and her favourite. She dresses Daisy up all the time, putting a handbag around her neck and laying clothes all over her back. Daisy puts up with it all, happy for any attention. They play tea parties, have birthday parties and play shops. All the time Daisy is patient and obliging of Grace's offerings.

Then along came Xavier. I have found it hard enough stetching myself between the kids, let alone the dogs. So my poor Daisy, who just wants a bit of attention has been missing out. I used to sit down beside her, cradling her beatuiful head in my lap and stroke her soft, silky ears. Now I have barely time to give her a pat as I rush past on my way to something else. I sometimes catch her looking wistfully at me, no doubt remembering the fun times we used to have.

I still love both of my dogs dearly, it's just there is only so much you can spread yourself between people. It's great now that the kids are older, they all spend so much time in the backyard playing. The kids through the balls and the dogs chase them, the kids also chase them around in the bikes.

Having the kids around hasn't been all bad for the dogs, they are loving all the leftovers and I am loving the instant vacuums. If the kids make a mess with food I just open the door and the 2 hoovers some in and all mess is gone in an instant. Perfect!

Bathroom Reno

The last few days have just been a whirl of tiles, glass mosaic's and bathroom accessories.

The tiler came out Monday night to measure everything up and quote us for the bathroom reno. The price was right so we booked him then and there.....for Monday the 15th September. As I am going to Tasmania on Sunday, it meant that I only had the rest of this week to look for tiles etc. Now, I am the type of person that likes to hunt, search and rummage to get the absolute best bargain. It horrified me to think that I might have to (*shock horror*) go into only one place to make my purchase, not the usual hundred.

The tiler told us about a place that he recommends, but it is 1/2 hour away, so I hastily looked around our area first.

I really lack any type of design/colour skills, so I was hoping that the salesperson that I happened to get had some clue.

After looking at the endless combinations, I finally settled on what I think looks ok. We are going with 200 x 300 white gloss tiles for the walls, 200 x 200 chocolate gloss tiles for the floor. There will also be a feature running through the middle using glass mosaic tiles in jade green, chocolate and latte colours. The toilet and laundry is also being tiled in the same colours. The splashback in the kitchen is going to be in 600 x 600 polished porcelain in a latte colour.

So there you go, seems I can just go to one place and get it all organised. I even managed to get a fairly large discount, which keeps me happy!

So now the next problem is handing over the management reigns to hubby whilst I am in Tassie. That scares me! Organising is not one of his strong points, I might give the tiler my mobile number just in case he needs to reconfirm anything. Or is that a little control freaky???

Oh, and on a totally different subject, I finally braved it and went for my pap smear yesterday. My Dr is a gem, warmed up her hands, warmed up the speculum, was gentle and made polite small talk the whole time. It went as well as a scratch of my cervix could, I'm just glad it's over with for another 2 years. Duane was a little jealous that I hadn't shaved my legs for ages but managed to do it for the Dr!

Just a bit of fun...

Trudy invited me to a "flower party" on Friday night. Firstly I thought it was an updated version of Tupperware, but instead of getting excited over the latest must have plastic item, we would be picking out flowers. Wrong.

A flower party has all the same elements that make women all over the world gather and be sold stuff though. There is a bunch of girls all seated in a semi-circle drinking and eating, the only difference is instead of listening to a spiel on how necessary a $70 salad spinner is (umm who would actually pay this for a salad spinner....Trudy????), we sit around and get an insight into our past and a glimpse at our future.

Yes a flower party is a very clever idea. We all take along a flower and place it into a vase. A psychic comes, picks out a flower and proceeds to tell us stuff.

I had gotten Grace to pick a flower for me. I thought that by her doing it would give my flower good vibes, she picks me one everyday. It's always a weed though, but I accept it graciously and place it in my hair. However knowing that this flower was going to be "read" I steered her towards a beautiful red hibiscus flower.

Trudy and Lauren took notes for everyone, so here is what is going on in my 'psychic' world! I'll refer to the psychic as "J"

• J said that someone was around wanting to say hello, she was very close to me and connected to my mother. She said that I had her ring. (I was wearing my grandmothers ring at the time, but she is still alive) J suggested that it may be my great-grandmother and that she protects me.


• J said that I worried about finances and not to worry as things will be ok.


• J said that I often had tummy pains, similar to period pain (I actually had been having bad pains all day), and that it was necessary to sort it out. She said that it could be a cyst, and when I am older I may have to have a hysterectomy. It wont get better until I do this (This scared me a little......but my Mum also had to have a hysterectomy young, so maybe possible)


• J said that I already have a daughter and that I will have another daughter. Its when my second daughter is 12-18 months old that I would have the hysterectomy.


• J asked if I had come from a farm or been to a farm. She said that I should be on a farm, that is my life path. I need animals around me.


• I am a spiritual and sensitive person, often experiencing deja vu


• we will be looking to buy acreage in Feb next year, not too far from where we are now.


• My husband will be in his element and he will want a tractor (I asked Duane later if he had any desire for a tractor and he said Yes, he would love one!)


• My health is good, except for tummy pains


• I have a son who will have trouble with asthma and may get eczema. He is a worrier and stresses.


• My daughter is a princess, likes to twirl around and dance. She wants lessons and will pester me for them. Something to do with the letter V, if there is a choice on places to go , choose the one with v in the name.


• I'll be pregnant around October next year and the baby will be a girl


• My work is not important to me, I don't want to be there and I don't have to yet.


• Something about studying at home and doing bookwork for extra money


• 5-6 years for midwife study

So there you have it, that is my future according to one psychic. I normally am ok with hearing stuff and just laughing it off as a bit of fun, but the hysterectomy thing has been playing on my mind a bit. It would be devastating for me. I know the bonus would be no periods, but I have really become ok with my reproductive cycle. It fascinates me now. Also I remember the ups and downs Mum went through when she had her hysterectomy, and the fact that it is surgery. That just scares the beejeevers out of me. I think I'll just take the thought of moving to a farm and change my path so it doesn't include the robbing of my female organs, thanks.

Oh and to top it all off, my 2 best friends won't be around to console me through all this. Trudy's mother-in-law is apparently moving from Canada, so Trude will be spending all her spare time either in counselling or rocking in the corner. Then Nicole is supposed to be going to Dubai to live for 2 years. Just great hey! Let's hope this women is a nutter and just conned us out of our money, I don't think I could handle having my best friend so far away, and Xav would miss his bestie Logan too.

Anyway, it's all just for fun and our amusement. I'll update if any of it comes to fruition.