Life in bullet points

This blogging has lost its appeal, or else I'm just boring and bored of my own life with nothing much to write about. What's happened in the last month:
1. Nausea free - for a week now and I've already forgotten what the pain of it was like. I'm so fickle.
2. Feeling my normal self again - But I hope the grumpy, irritable part of me doesn't hang around after pregancy.
3. My gyrotoniks teacher has 'kicked' me out of the class. I'm not sure why, I thought I was doing great. I'm still running and doing pilates - I have to keep up the excercise to justify all the eating I'm now doing.
4. Dietician says I can eat as much as I like, no, she said I can eat more than normal now becuase of the extra 150 minutes of excercise I'm doing a week. I need to shave 60 min off that unless I find an alternative excercise!
5. Clients come and go....
6. Job offers come and go....
7. V Day which I called Wankerstine Day this year becuase it is not for pregnant women who feel as sexy as a hippo was celebrated with Sister-in-Law George and Keith. It wasn't just the two of us, it was 3 and a half of us, and I managed to get out a great dinner after months of not feeling like being the creative chef. Woolies is my best friend for slap together meals when I have no inspiration or inclination.

Virgin Blog

My first post! A new blogger is born. I can't believe I've joined the bloggosphere. I always resist the tide of new things. I vowed I wouldn't get a cellphone - I hated the thought of being accessible all the time. Eventually I did. When MacDonalds came to town, I said I would never go there.... I did. Then when it came to blogs I thought it a terribly arrogant thing to do, sharing your postings with the world. Now I've come around to the idea. It struck me as a good way to write a diary. I'm not sure yet who I'm writing for. I can't do the pen and paper diary - it is boring without photographs and not easily shared with others. Maybe this is brought on by the distances I feel between me and family or friends that I want to share this time of my life with. Or perhaps it will be good memory bank just for me later on.

Umvemvane the name of my blog is Zulu for 'butterfly'. This is not quite the word I remember for butterfly - my nickname from childhood - back then it was uVeveshane... or something like that. Or is this my memory playing tricks on me? At least it wasn't iGundane which means 'rat' that was bestowed upon my younger sister Jo. Fortunately we don't use that name today. It doesn't apply. She grew into her new front teeth and curly hair. Let's just say that fortunately some of us are late bloomers.