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2004 -- April's snippets 1st April -- Hello beautiful ones. I have some amazing news for you! When I announced my pregnancy in my journal, two ladies wrote to me (separately) and said how they'd had miscarriages (one had multiple miscarriages) and wondered if I had any advice. Because of my early bleeding, I'd been looking this up anyway, and came across the wonderful writings of Dr Wong. I'd listened to Dr Wong's lectures before, and so was familiar with his work on systemic enzymes. I wasn't familiar with is work on combining this with our good old friend maca. It seems that he's been helping women to keep their babies, when they've previously had multiple miscarriages. So I told both these ladies of Dr Wong's protocol, and now -- yes, they're both healthily pregnant! So, just in case you want to follow Dr Wong's suggestions, check out his web site. Please be responsible and also discuss this with your health-carer before starting treatment ;-) Yoga without the yoga Went to my first pregnancy yoga class last night. Hmm. There I was with my organic unbleached cotton yoga kit on. Except the top was being pushed up and the bottoms were being pushed down so My Tiny One could see what was going on. And everyone else was in jogging bottoms and loose tops. I wish I was sensible, and could see into the future so I wouldn't look so out of place. So we sat there for half an hour saying our name and how many weeks pregnant we are. I wanted to do some yoga. Then we did some exercises that'll help us in the first stage of labour, and some breathing exercises. I hoped there'd be a handout as my memory's gone all pregnant and I wouldn't remember that while my body's being ripped apart tendon by tendon, sinew by sinew.... We didn't get a hand out. Then we did some little stretchy things. Now, I know you have to be careful in pregnancy, and when there's a whole gaggle of with-child women they have to tailor the class so everyone can do it, but I did feel like I was on a Saga holiday, where the rep was giving all the old dears with arthritis a few warm up exercises. Oh, and I've booked 6 of these classes in advance, too. Am just hoping I get less able so I feel like the exercises are doing me good. Well, at least it got me out of the house. Matt has a rare weekend off this weekend, so we'll actually see each other. Am sure it's not normal to work the hours he does. Kicker, jr Tiny is kicking so much now, I think he's got a football in there. And today! He did this funny backflip type-thing that made me think he's part-dolphin. I clicked at him, but he wasn't visibly impressed. If you've ever been near me and my mum, you may have heard her call me "Kicker" or "Kick". I've had that lovely name all my life off of my parents due to the ferocity that I'd kick with whilst in my very own www (waterworldwomb). Now it seems that karma is having its way with me, as Tiny beats me up on the inside with increasing vigor. Calm down, Tiny, you've got a long way to go before you're allowed out. Another 4 months! Blimey. I'll have black and blue kidneys at this rate. Or his big strong hand will come out and grab Matt in the middle of the night and pull him in and I'll wake up with a big massive belly and no boyfriend. It could happen. 5 lessons in baby names Don't be old when you get pregnant, because every name you think of, either you or your partner has an ex/dog/friend with that name. Have less friends, and no sisters or brothers. Then you can choose the name that they would have otherwise bagsied, just because they were more fertile/stupid/sorted/rich than you. Be single. It's easier to agree on a name when there's only yourself to agree with. I may just split up with Matt for the time it takes to register the birth if we can't agree on a name soon. Don't tell people "Oh, my bloke wants to call it *blah*, but I hate that name" Chances are, because of the way the Universe works, they have a child called *blah*. Be prepared to give it a barcode and number. It's what we'll be resorting to, I'm very sure. Bank holiday Ah, we had a lovely Bank holiday. We went off to Hunstanton, and the sun came out! Lovely, it was. Today was a bit bonkers, though -- Matt wanted to go to Bourn market, and I kept forgetting, so he kept reminding me. Anyway, we got there and queued up for about half an hour to park, and then had to park miles away, then it was horrible. There were stalls full of bugger all, and meat and stuff, and people smoking everywhere and smelling bad. Then I needed a wee, and Matt insisted I couldn't wee in the field, so I had to queue up for about 15 minutes to go in a toilet, and that made me very grumpy. So we came back home and sat in the garden until the sun went in. I said that I kept forgetting Matt wanted to go to the market because my soul knew how bad it'd be. Ugh, too many people and too much smell. Not good. Anyway, I finally got Matt to take some piccies of pregnant me. Here's one that I've edited -- am not having my bosomka-veins on my web site!!! Am going to try to get him to take them every couple of weeks (if I see him) so I can show Tiny when he's bigger. Hope you had a lovely holiday, and you didn't eat too many Easter eggs ;-) Much love xxx David Wolfe, Uri Geller and Me David Wolfe with his bent spoon Uri Geller and Me David Wolfe, Uri Geller and Me Uri Geller is officially lovely! Hmm. Where do I start here..? Dave (David Wolfe or Avocado as he's known on the telly in Amreica) ) came over for the day before going off to do an event in Amsterdam. We went to Uri Geller's beautiful house, and hung out with him for a bit. He bent a spoon that we brought in about 2 seconds. I videoed it with my camera. (When we got back to the hotel, I went to look at the video, and it had disappeared from the camera! All other photos were there. How mad is that??) Anyway, Uri Geller is officially the nicest guy I've ever met. He's so full of love and light, and is such a guide (and channel, I think). I'm even more cross with Martin Bashir for now doing the dirty on him and Michael Jackson. Journos...! So, he's got this massive pyramid where he works, and a Russian cow sculpture and all these gorgeous relics and ornaments. Each one tells a really special tale. And he lives in the most energetically clear area I've ever been in (with possible exception to Yashpal's house in Arizona). Ah, he's also doing a lecture in Cambridge next week, which I might go to. Wonderful man. He also read Dave's mind -- amazing. He also put his hands on my bump -- energised Tiny. Wow, can't wait to tell Tiny that he's been energised by Uri Geller! And all the while we were talking, Tiny was wriggling about all over the place -- much more than normal. I had to keep massaging him (my tummy) to calm him down. And he's got this bloke who's been with him for years called Shipi, who looks after him and stuff -- he's really fab too. Very nice energy, and lovely to talk to. After we met with Uri, we went to London to get durian. Bless Alex, he doesn't run the durian centre any more -- much to our dismay. I wish him all the luck in the world down in Brighton. And I hope he starts a durian and coconut delivery service. England needs this! So, this was Tiny's first taste of durian. My goodness, he loved it. I ate more durian in that sitting than I ever have done in my life. Even more than I've eaten with Joe, and we've got through some mighty durians before. And it digested so very quickly, too. Am going to have to go down there more often while I can still move and get durian. All for Tiny's sake, you understand. Then we decided to treat ourselves to a Chinese massage each. The woman doing me decided it was best if she did my feet (how did she know I have a foot thing??). I don't know how long we were in there, but it was a quarter to ten when we got to the tube station. What happened to time? And tonight I went to pregnancy yoga which I really like now. I think I just suffer from first-day-schoolitis or something. Wish I could do this class every day... Tiny isn't tiny any more 22 April -- Blimey, I'm tired today. Have done a day of nothing. Makes a lovely change. Jood's been here helping me garden -- we got so much done. Yesterday, we were out at 7am, and sorted out the whole of my side garden (you know, the one with the interesting tale of the neighbours cutting it down etc). Anyway, it looks v respectable now. Had someone round to look at the house today. Wonder what they thought. Wonder if they noticed new improved side bit! Anyway, Tiny. Not so. Went off to midwife for check up. She gave me the results of my blood tests from last time I was there. Fantastic iron, blood volume thing and low blood sugar. All great. Then she measured My Tiny One. "It's a bit on the large side" she comments. Yeah, I know that. Everyone's been going "God, you're big for 24 weeks". I know it's big. Oh, I hop emy pelvis can cope with getting him out. But not yet. Anyway, MW said she'll keep an eye on it, and if necessary, do a scan later on to check. No, not another scan -- Shazzie doesn't want that. I used to be an inny, now I'm an outy... 23rd April -- My tummy button is almost completely inside out. It used to just be a little slit, and then it got bigger as Tiny grew, then I saw this freckle that I never knew I had. how can you have a freckle in your belly button that's never seen the light? Anyway, it's all round now, and a bit 3D. I reckon in a week or so it'll be popped right out. Books say that if it starts to hurt when rubbing on clothes to put a plaster on it, but I think I'll just wear nothing, as it's been such gorgeous weather. Oh, am probably going to Matt's, where he has offices opposite, and he tells me off for being naked in front of them. Maybe I'll get a box of plasters just to be on the safe side. Next

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