I had a craving for blueberry pie this morning. I figured I could turn left outside my door and walk 400m to the bakery for the yummiest blueberry pie ever, at $20 per pie, or turn right and walk 200m to the fruits and veggies shop for some fresh Ontario blueberries and bake my own pie. Mind you, when you factor in the cost of basic ingredients, ready made pie crust (unfortunately my ambition is limited only to the pie filling), fresh Ontario wild blueberries (none of that nasty Californian chemical absorbers), and other overheads such as my time cost, water and gas, it is probably cheaper for me to buy the sucker outright. But no, I decided to make the right turn. Bought the necessaries and looked up a recipe that a chimp, and me, couldn't screw up. It is in the oven baking as I type. I feel so bloody domesticated, it is positively sickeningly sweet, hopefully as sickeningly sweet as the pie.
It has been an awful awful week sleep-wise. My back is killing me (or I could say my already ungrateful foetus is killing my back) and as I cannot sleep properly, I am a zombie the rest of my waking day. I am amazed that millions of preggy women out there can carry a baby AND work at the same time. I have had relatively easy pregnancies and I could, if I wanted to, do bugger all all day. Which to be honest, I do actually. I mean seriously, do I feel even slightly guilty that the most strenuous thing I have done today, other than messing with PlayDoh and painting with Sasha, is walking 200m to get organic blueberries. Well, OK, I feel slightly guilty, but I am just too zonked out to think much about my lack of guilt. I am in awe of the millions who go about their daily lives without complaint. I am humbled. I know I should do more. Or should complain less about what little I do. It cant be good. And I am pretty sure that telling Sasha that if she doesn't take a nap I will find another baby that will is not good either.
This morning we received a check from the Government. It seems we are eligible to receive $100 per month in child benefits for each child so we received an amount covering a year's backpayment (since we moved back to Canada) for Sasha. We are well chuffed because that is probably the same amount we will have to spend on PlayDoh this year.
5 comments:
dang!! your homemade blueberry pie looks good!
i'd better go get some ready-baked pie crust to fill up!
the positively sickeningly sweet experience of being preggers and can do fuck all is sickeningly but nonetheless, positively enviable.
I also envy those who can be preggers and work because I can only work and not be preggers.
you, as I have discovered, have a hidden talent at so many things domesticated. you just want to play cool by putting yourself down at it but now that i have facts to prove how good you are at cooking, baking, gardening, hosting dinner parties and bbq-ing, i will not believe all those flashy bad stories anymore.
i just bake pandan chiffon which comes out of one of those ready made boxes these days.
you look divine for someone who is sleep deprived. i must get my act together and mail sasha's burpday pressie and also call you one of these days.
nxxx
i have a thang for "these days", these days...
bah...sign of lower intelligence.
nx
MsJ, it was pretty yumy. But then for pies, the filling is the easy part.
Nxxx, yes, but with any guilty pleasure, there is the guilt to live with. I am awfully aware that I am awfully lucky to be able to just concentrate on expanding belly, and not have much else to worry about. Just waiting for the shoe to drop I guess...and envying those who work and are seen to be contributing members of society, not just baby vessels.
Hahahahaha...you have figured out my strategy. I find that if I talk about food poisoning during dinner parties, the guests are pretty much greatful that they come out alive, and not too fussed about quality of food. Pandan Chiffon cake???!! They come out of boxes now meh?
baby vesselling is also a HUGE contribution to the society.
by the way, here we get €150 per quarter for sprogging as a benefit from the govt. if that is a benefit - we cannot even afford play doh.
sigh.
p.s dont envy those who are preggers and work. it is just a sign of injustice. women should be given the luxury of being cared for during pregnancy. going to the loo to drop a few small drops of urin every 15 to 30 minutes (as I vividly remember) and carrying so much water that we look like walking-talking melons, is nto my idea of 'waiting for the shoe to drop'. enjoy it sof!
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