March 2010

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Ooooh Champs Elysées

Obligatory picture n°1Obligatory picture n°1

It was freezing cold in Paris, mammoths and woolly rhinoceros were making a come-back and a glacier was growing on Montparnasse. But my wife HAD to have a milk-shake. Pregnant women - sigh!It was freezing cold in Paris, mammoths and woolly rhinoceros were making a come-back and a glacier was growing on Montparnasse. But my wife HAD to have a milk-shake. Pregnant women - sigh!

We visited Père Lachaise cemetery, because when you visit a beautiful city, cemeteries are of course high on your list of things to see.We visited Père Lachaise cemetery, because when you visit a beautiful city, cemeteries are of course high on your list of things to see.

...and of course you can't visit Père Lachaise without saying hi to old Jim (obligatory picture n°3758)...and of course you can't visit Père Lachaise without saying hi to old Jim (obligatory picture n°3758)

If I had a name like that, I'd seek an early grave tooIf I had a name like that, I'd seek an early grave too

View from the top of the Arc de Triomphe. Poor old wifey, doing hundreds of steps while being pregnant is hard.View from the top of the Arc de Triomphe. Poor old wifey, doing hundreds of steps while being pregnant is hard.

The Quartier LatinThe Quartier Latin

See how cold it was? The water in the base of this fountain is frozen solid.See how cold it was? The water in the base of this fountain is frozen solid.

Warming Up

In a trough coup d'état, spring has taken hold of the capital, occupied the television station and set up road blocks on every crossroads in town. The change is so sudden that I'm sweating in my thick winter coat and my three layers of sweaters every time I poke my nose out.

The sudden change in temperature has some funny side-effects. Wednesday was really a nice day, so I decided to make a walk during my lunch break. But when I came at Brussels' Warande park, it was as if someone had organised an impromptu marathon. The whole park was full of people jogging, sprinting or walking at a leisurely pace in sports clothing pretending to make an effort. There were so many joggers that they had to queue at some places, hopping on the spot like maniacs.

It was so funny, these people looked so... desperate to me. I've got a long history of hating to run. I think it's a tragically boring way to get around or to loose some kilos. Whenever I'm late for something or when I have to be some place really quick, I always try to teleport myself by sheer strength of will. Only if this doesn't work (it generally doesn't) I'll resort to running.

So I did the sensible thing and walked to the city centre to bask in the sun on a bench and enjoy the smells, sights and sounds of Brussels in early spring.

Hurling

When she was pregnant of Wolf, Mrs.B happily explained to everyone that wanted to listen (or not) that she felt great and wasn't experiencing any symptoms of nausea or intestinal unrest or cramps or any of that stuff that other women sometimes experience during the first three months of pregnancy.

Oh hubris!

People strolling around in Antwerp may notice the regular pattern of puddels of slime in some streets and public places. It is a sure sign that my fast expanding bumblebee has been around. For this time she regurgitates more than an owl with a hiccup. What goes down, must come up. It's lunch revisited. And breakfast, and diner, and everything in between.

Furthermore, it's been proven wrong that this is something women only experience during the first three months of pregnancy. She is in her fourth month now, and still puking strong. That baby is kicking against her stomach with all its strength.

Which is great, because every time that kid is annoying she can play the 'do you have any idea how much I suffered when I carried you in my womb' card.

What The Duck

 

Am there. Doing that.

Paris In Spring

Not so much in spring, as in an Antarctic winter.

Packing For Paris

We're packing our suitcase for tomorrow. We're going to Paris, where I will attend a seminar on organisational development from Wednessday until Friday. So that gave us the opportunity to add two days for ourselves. Mrs.B will stay until Tuesday evening, so we'll have (almost) two days to stroll around in the big city under the Eiffel tower.

We've both been in Paris before, when we were students. So that's a long time ago, but Paris will be Paris. I expect the Seine will still be there, and the Louvre, and the Arc de Triomphe and of course the Champs Elysées. And there will be real french croissants with the truck load all for Mrs.B, and French cuisine and cafés and...

Ooooh, I can't wait!

T Minus Six Months

Mrs.B and I have an announcement to make:

 Those of you who want to knit baby socks: you have until the 14th of September. Unless he or she decides to pop up two weeks early like his/her big brother.

Wolf said he would like a baby sister. I second that motion, but Mrs.B says she can't make any promisses.

Bored Sick

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I've been at home since Monday, when my body simply refused its normal duties to get up at the sound of Mrs.B's alarm (I mean the sound of her alarm clock of course). For once, I haven't been sneezing the tiles off the roof, it's just that I feel like a wet mop. I couldn't hit a dent in a wet newspaper at the moment.

The doctor said I've got a throat infection, which really surprised me. Normally this means I can hardly breathe, won't be able to eat for at least three days and have to invent a new coctail of drugs to get enough relieve from the pain to allow me to sleep.

The first two days I've been sleeping a lot, but now I've reached the stage where my mind says 'ok, let's get back to business', but my body still isn't up to shape by a mile. I actually feel the pain in my upper arms as I type this. When I climb up the stairs, snails agressively sound their horn and overtake me while waving their middle finger at me (yes, we have snails with middle fingers in this house).

So there's nothing else to do besides feeling immensely bored and watch daytime television. On a positive note: I've infected Mrs.B so she had to stay at home today too. Haha! Well, that would be funny if it didn't mean that I now have to share the remote and don't have the house to myself any more. I hate to have people around me when I'm ill. Just leave me to rot in peace, thank you very much.