Ripper day! 24, April 2008Posted by babychaos in Adult Content, General Wittering, handy hints, Life and living, Light Fluff, not while you're eating, Play, Pregnancy Issues.
Tags: bargains, freebies, good day., happy, nappies, pregnancy and sex, pregnant, pregnant freebies, smug
Yes today has been a GOOD one.
Slept well, including one stint of a whole four hours without waking up and headed out to aqua-natal. It was a given we were all having coffee after – brilliant, I haven’t been able to persuade anyone to do that before so it’s obviously improved over the 3 weeks I’ve missed.
During our lengthy chat – very nice and sociable – one woman said I could get free re-usable nappies from the council, I rang and sure enough I am now the proud owner of 4 brand-new medium sized Motherese Rikki outer pants, 4 little pants made by someone else but they look pretty good, 12 terry cloth foldy things to go inside them, 600 biodegradeable liners (!) and a nappy pail. So combined with the stuff I already have that’s another item ticked on the must have list.
Even better, with the ones I have already bought at a car boot – used once, sterilised by the seller and then twice more by me – I now have the prerequisite 24 sets of nappies with a blessed 4 of the terry cloths in hand so yes, I’ve also sorted my muslin squares. All this stuff would be about £230 or more new and I’ve spent the grand total of £7 for £188′s worth and scored the rest absolutely free.
I guess the moral of this story is that help comes from the most unexpected of places. Who’d have thought that if you want some free nappies, the thing to do was ask your local council.
I’ve also managed to get rid of the giant computer which was cluttering up my office… god bless Freecycle and all who sail in her! I’ve got at least five takers on that one and I’m very pleased as it means I will have a new place to start storing my boxes of packed stuff ahead of our smashing attic floor-o-rama.
On to my next topic.
I dreamt a lot the other night. I can’t remember all of them but a couple spring to mind, one because it was possibly the bizarrest thing I’ve ever dreamt and the other because I remembered it. I wear a couple of those bead bangles, a brown one – tiger’s eye, a whatever volcanic glass is called (can’t remember) and amethyst. I dreamt I lost them the other day and found them… wait for it…
Up my arse!
I had to pull them out and wash them off before I could put them back on.
How fricking odd is that?
I also dreamed some very good looking and most buff hunk wanted to shag me but all I wanted was to shag Mr BC. Mr BC didn’t want to shag me though, which is par for the course, he doesn’t at the moment, I freak him out. He is clearly not into shagging truckers. It’s that kind of wank seance thing, too where you feel like the baby is watching. Even so, he was clearly happy when I told him about it and that despite feeling a bit of nooky would be nice I only wanted it with him.
That said, of course, although I’d kind of like a bit of bedroom action er… on paper, so to speak, when it actually comes to it (phnar phnar) I feel less in the mood for sex than I ever have in my life. I ache too much, if you’ve ever tried to have a shag after some major surgery or at least, when some bit of your bod is really hurting, you’ll know you think it sounds like a great idea until you try and then find it’s not really all it’s cracked (gnurk) up to be.
Sorry. Channelling Finbarr Saunders there.