But nothing about the garden. The weather forecast is for improving weather, other than tomorrow, so I may get out there soon and manage to drain the pond, move rocks, dig up the multitude of weeds and create the bee garden. It depresses me how weeds keep growing - but then the flowers and carrots are doing so too.
I had a job interview yesterday. The recruitment agency had put me forward for a different, more senior post. The interview was for a job which I had seen advertised but for which I hadn't applied because I didn't feel I had the right, hands-on, experience (and what's more I wasn't sure it was a job I'd enjoy either). However, I tend to feel it's generally worth going for interviews if you're invited so off I went.
It was not a pleasant experience. It wasn't that bad either, but I was not only grilled on my experience in the area where I had little experience, but also on the fact that I've worked in the public sector, in various guises, for 20-odd years. What on earth was the point of interviewing me if they were going to be predisposed against me?
I got home and sent off two further job applications, both for jobs which sound far more interesting: and I also then got a phone call to set up an interview with a further potential employer. So it's all looking quite promising: I may not get my three months off to write my book and some articles after all!
Yesterday evening I then went to Pilates for the first time in ages. Pilates, swimming and aqua aerobics were my exercises of choice in both my previous pregnancies, and I see no reason to make it any different this time. I am also going to try Body Balance, which is apparently a mixture of Pilates, Yoga and Tai-Chi but choreographed. Unfortunately my good mood generated by the class and by singing all the way home dissipated when I found what a mess the children had made of the house. Today I took them both to Newcastle but by the time I got home (and made Chocolate Semi-freddo) I was too tired to go to Body Balance. Tomorrow's the amnio and apparently I need to rest afterwards (I wonder how many days I can string that out for? Or how many days I'll be able to tolerate a messy house?), so no exercise for a day or two at least: which is a pity as I think doing a bit of exercise and my singing practice actually make me feel a lot less yucky.
We must have had about a week or more of rain, and it's lovely to see the sun out again this evening. Everything is a vibrant green: but the sunshine and light evening mean that Very Naughty and Lively Daughter is still awake. She has never needed much sleep, but no wonder she's so short. I read something recently which said children who get a decent amount of sleep do better in terms of language, maths etc. I dread to think how precocious Daughter would be if she slept more: she's already achieving things which she doesn't need to do until the end of reception year. Having said that, if girls start school a year ahead of boys then the targets are presumably aimed at the lowest common denominator: i.e. thick boys whose birthdays are in about August. 'They' also say that children born to older mothers are brighter. Does this mean that no.3 is going to be a genius?! I just hope it's an easy-going baby like Son, not a hyper-active live-wire like Daughter, much as she's gorgeous and adorable. One in the family is enough.
I'm going to do some singing practice in a minute and as we're out of cider I may well treat myself to a small glass of white wine afterwards. When I was being interviewed by Radio Cumbria I was asked whether I was drinking during this pregnancy, and also whether I had any food cravings. Mostly I've tried to eat an optimally healthy diet, i.e. green leavy vegetables, oily fish (which of course includes smoked salmon... yum!), nuts and seeds and fruit. However I also seem to prefer foods which are more tangy than I would normally. I don't usually like green olives, but have enjoyed having green and black olives with feta cheese recently, and to my surprise preferred the green ones to the black ones; I always like pesto (particularly on toast) but that has been something I've wanted to ensure we have a jar of in the fridge; and in terms of drinks anything on the sharp side, such as lemon and lime-based drinks, are far easier on my stomach than orange, or juices. I made a citrus granita a couple of weeks ago which was lovely. And usually by the end of the day I find I gollop down a huge glass of water (fortunately without needing to get up frequently in the night to go to the toilet).
I think I just made up a word there but onamatopoeically it sounds about right, so I shall leave it in. Au revoir!
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