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Thursday, 30 June 2011


I've been back in the hospital today and had possibly the longest queue in front of me.
I was waiting for two and a half hours, but luckily there weren't too many screaming kids around this time. They put my dose back up on the thyroid medication cause I'm still overactive but apart from this everything is fine. The doctor said she rather have me take an amount of iron weekly with some laxatives but she seen I wasn't too keen on the idea, so she just written 'Maternal intolerant for iron' on my notes and that's that. She said it's mainly important when giving birth, since I'll be losing quite an amount of blood and with more iron staying in my system I wouldn't feel as tired and crap the following few days.
The obstetrician (I just found out he/she is a midwife with surgical experience... I most probably only have to see him cause he is the one there then, and not because I'll be in need of a C section. I mean I bloody well hope so.) said I have to go back to another blood test this week to double check my blood sugar as it's a little bit higher than normal, but it might've been cause of that something I've eaten before the blood test, or caused by the baby, as the number usually comes back higher while pregnant, for some reason.
This guy even mentioned that he can see that on my 20 weeks notes the position of my placenta is pointed out; It's nice and high which he explained is good, cause it's not going to be in the baby's way when she's coming out. Yay!
I had my weight checked again, and I'm well surprised! I put on less weight in the past month than I did in the month and a half before! Might be my hormone medication, that's the only thing I can think of, since I'm not moving or following a diet, but then again, since I've got a hyper thyroid I supposed to be skinny (Which I'm clearly not and never been.) and with taking these medications I would only supposed to gain weight (Which I don't). Not like I'm complaining or anything haha.
On the 20th of April (10 weeks 5 days) I was 71 kg ~ 156.5 lbs which is embarrassing but my 'normal' weight anyway, without the baby as well.
6 weeks later on the 1st of June (17 weeks 3 days) I was 75.6 kg ~ 166.6 lbs (That's plus 4.6 kg ~ 10.1 lbs) and now, another 4 weeks later, on the 29th of June (21 weeks 3 days) I'm 77.2kg ~ 170.1 lbs (That's plus only 1.6 kg ~ 3.5 lbs).
I thought I supposed to be hitting the period when I'm getting heavier?! This doesn't mean I'm not bigger, oh no, the bump is here, walking a few steps in front of me haha! (I have a jump in the weeks as you can see, it's cause my due date has been changed after my first scan.)
By the way, our Manduca came today. We had trouble putting it on, and Alfie wasn't really in the mood for it either, so we just leave it for now, practicing without an actual baby, and when we feel confident enough we will give it a go again.
As I mentioned before, my due date is on 06/11/11 which is right bang on the middle. I always focused on being late with five days, then so the date would be 11/11/11 but Lee pointed out, since our girl is getting well big, what if she came a few days earlier?! On 31/10/11 perhaps... Halloween!
Anyways, I asked around at my friend who has a daughter, about what does she recommend, which hospital and which method, and she told me that she spent most of her labour at home, and how relaxing it was, sitting in a bath and using her own birthing ball, whenever she needed it which of course helped her a lot when she had the contractions. Also, she done lots of researches before, and it made her feel more in control of the situation, which obviously is a big help too.
She then got a car to the hospital, and got over with the actual birth giving really quick and without any pain relief or complication, and all in all has a lovely experience with the whole thing.
For everyone who has the same issues: A medicine ball what we used to use in school (And small ish and a heavy little bitch.) is not the same as a birthing ball. (Yes it was Lee, I love him so much, sometimes he can be so naive, it's cute beyond belief!)

It's really nice to get positive feedback after all the negatives I've heard, just what I needed. So I say, that's the way forward!

Wednesday, 29 June 2011


First of all my little girl got in a pattern of when she's awake and sleeping, already! My super pregnancy book says it usually happens between the 23rd and 30th week, and I only passed the 21st and ta-daah!
So I noticed she usually wakes up around midnight, turns around and moves a little and most probably scratching her little nose haha! I also feel her the afternoon sometimes as well. I actually quite like when she's moving around, it kind of tickles a little. Can't wait to feel her kick finally!
I sent her the first e-mails today, it took (Literally!) hours to compose the first one, then the rest went quicker obviously. The hardest part was to find the right way to write/talk to her, tried to be formal, but not too formal if that makes sense. After all, I have to be the one who tells her off if she 'uses the language' and shit like that... Perfect example of having doubts in myself haha! She won't read them until she's older anyway, so at the end I was like -'Hope you like your name and don't really think that we fucked you over much with it'.
I hope she's going to like them, I mean imagine, if your pops would've given you a user name which is clearly your name, a password, and you'd open the mail and saw hundreds of emails from about 13-15 years back, mentioning stuffs like -'We just found out today that you are a girl.' I would piss my pants straight away!
Then again, you never know, this might be becoming a trend now, and not to have these kind of e-mails in the future will be awkward, instead of having them.
I'm also writing these mails in Hungarian, which is not just being utterly weird, but a motivation too for myself, therefor I'm going to have to teach her basic Hungarian.
In fact, I'm looking at language schools in London already. Oh yes, the easier but somehow safer way...

Tuesday, 28 June 2011


Lee is writing a blog too! He is writing it more likely to Lileeva, instead of only about her, which I think is proper cute! He also back-dated the entries, so we are having a record of when exactly were things happening.
Anyways, thought I have a close family introduction here, in pictures.

Lee and Me aka Daddy and Mummy
My pops Nana and Mum aka the Hungarian Great Nan and Nanny
Lee's parents Craig and Elaine aka the English Granddad and Nanny
Lee's sister Louise, Dave, Alfie and Kyra aka Auntie, Uncle and Cousins


Figured out what causes the big belly aka being bloated like a balloon; Iron. I have to take one a day with my other medication and it doesn't let me poo, at all! Therefor since my latest blood test on Friday I stopped taking it. I know it's not the right thing to do but I'm back in the hospital for a check up tomorrow, so will tell them to give me some hardcore laxatives with the next dose, cause it's not the way forward. Until then I'm off of it and guess what, I'm feeling much more better and less bloated as well.
Also, for the first time, I noticed I was bleeding after sex. It wasn't even red blood or heavy bleeding more likely just a spit of orange-pink something which didn't even last long enough to scare me. It has probably been happening ever since I'm pregnant just haven't yet noticed it. Done a little research and all sites say it is perfectly normal, since everything inside is super sensitive at this period, and until it comes with cramps, lasts less than an hour or so and everything but bright red, it's all good. Anyways, I'll be seeing my midwife in a couple of weeks, if it happens again I'll mention it, otherwise I most probably will forget about it easily.

Here's my 21 weeks 2 days bump above. Can't see much difference since the last picture at 16 weeks (Post 27.) apart from the belly getting a bit more rounded and hard instead of being flabby, and that my tits got at least twice as big! Jesus, I didn't even notice. It's one of those things what you see every day, so... You know what I mean.
I keep thinking of our first family holiday to Hungary in around January. What I'm not quite sure about is that how am I supposed to feed the little lady on the trip?! I mean, I'm pretty sure at that age they are still eating in every 2-3 hours and that I ain't gonna fling my tits out in front of the entire terminal, let alone hundreds of people on the flight that's 100% for sure. A feeding takes up to half an hour so I can't even lock myself in the flight's loo for that long.
Now here is the bottle question; The limit to bring up is 100 ml, a baby at that age eats about 200 ml for one go, so even if I managed to bring two little bottles up, poured in the baby bottle (260 ml) before feeding it wouldn't anymore be warm enough for the bubba.
Of course there is another option, the milk powder thing, which I could make up before leaving and ask the cabin crew to fill the bottle up with the right amount of water... If they let me bring up the 260 ml baby bottle, not empty but with powder in it. And then there are still issues about the warmth of the water to be mixed with... Etc.
So many silly questions!
By the way Lee got on the role last night and signed us up for about ten baby clubs, haha aww! It's all about that they are going to send us free samples and booklets with information, money off coupons and stuff so it'll come handy either way.

Sunday, 26 June 2011


I love this advert so much! Apparently it's a year old already and tees haven't been made for sale but the idea is big!

Anyway, yesterday we went out with some mates and Lee's parents to celebrate (Let's not talk about how it went down; They drunk, I'm sober.) and got to chat to the woman who does the karaoke, and she turned out to have the exact same thoughts (More likely worries?!) on the sex of the babies as I do.
Not saying I'd prefer a boy over a girl, but looking at my and my mum's relationship I'm worried I'm going to make the same mistakes with my own daughter, and let alone every girls are 'daddy's girls' I'm already scared of  losing her. As well, as Lee's going to have two princesses now. Lucky git!
Also, met with a few of Lee's friends, one of the girls was so happy for us, she always wanted a girl but has two boys instead. With the second one she was sure it was a little baby girl and wanted to call her Éva. Not Eve or Eva. Éva. Epic! She said I have it all. Makes me happy and proud that she thinks this, although how weird it is; People prefer each other's life.
I created the little one's email address today, but haven't yet sent anything to it, feeling a bit stupid. Just wait til the weekdays when I'm alone bored, for hours I suppose.
Whatever have been said, I'm perfectly happy with what I've got, even though I know how cheesy it sounds and life won't always be easy, still...
And I can't wait for the little vampire to pop her head out in a few more months. Knowing her daddy, she'll be a super cute baby gal.


We've already done basic shoppings, no clothes involved yet cause we are going to get some of Alfie's grows and at early age babies grow proper fast, so don't quite know what to buy yet, not to mention the sizing is fucked up and does our heads in!

Pretty much everything was expensive but we were shopping wise ish. The pram can be used til the age of 3 and can be transferred to a pushchair, when the lady is older, comes with a travel Moses basket and a changing bag. We had it saved for weeks among our favorites, alongside with another one, in a different color, depending on the baby's sex.
The carrier is Manduca, was well pricey but got it recommended by Dharma, and all the reviews I've seen were positive as well. Something you can use even at the age of 4, doesn't fuck your back up nor it does the baby's, and can wear at the front, back and on the hip. Only issue I have with it is that the baby can't face outwards, only towards the person who carries her, but I suppose the right angle for the bubba and the comfortable wearing for us is more important. The similar design to the changing bag is just a plus. (And an extra tenner.)
Also, got two comfort blankets ordered which we can wrap her in so she can sleep in at the beginning, can lay on when she gets older, then at older age can carry around with her and sleep with.
All in all I think we done good, can't wait for them to be dispatched.


It's a girl! We are having a little daughter! Aww!
I still can't believe it. Think cause it's my first pregnancy and even though we were waited for this moment for a while, it actually came when we 'just' got kind of used to the idea of having a baby.
Anyways, the scan went well, we got a really nice nurse this time, she explained everything, what is she measuring and what are we seeing on the screen. My girl is sitting really low and was shy at the beginning but the nurse found her straight away (What a skill!) even though she was just showing the top of her head.
After pushing her around a little, she woke up and started to do her usual breakdance, right after the nurse said I've got a good amount of amniotic fluid to move around in. Oh, of course just after a stretch and a nose scratch haha!
She's perfectly healthy, no cleft lip (Like little Alfie.), good spine, heart and insides, and a nice little brain. Also, as of she pointed out, my placenta is on the right place, so the birth giving should go easy.
And, since I've both seen and felt the belly squatter sleeping, just as turning around, I know now what to focus on, and when is she awake and moving.
The nurse waited until the last minute to announce we are having a girl, saying it's 99% accurate and showing the little bump where there were definitely no ball bag hanging and willy sticking out, even though one of the pictures shows different.
Here she is, our little girl.

Wednesday, 22 June 2011


I might be hitting the rock bottom with these mood swings like. Nothing special it's just that these adverts have me on tears! Might be something to do with losing my dad over 11 years ago, or might just be this pregnancy thing but still, it always reminds me of Arnold Schwarzenegger in Junior or Robert DeNiro in Analyze This when they start to cry over an advert haha.
And I'm not even a Chrome user more likely a Firefox girl, hah!

The idea itself is brilliant, even though the technology most probably will change a lot in the next 15 years or so. I'm having this blog already which she can access any time the kid wanted to, I still might as well go for this option too. More personal let's say, so as we already have the name picked for the little zombie, I think I'll be setting up an email account for it this Friday, after finding out what we're having. Exciting times!
Hopefully all this will help me realise how real it actually is and would as well help me bound to the bump a bit more.

Monday, 20 June 2011


Fatness is definitely from the food I eat, tried and concentrate on it yesterday and I got massively bloated within like 7 hours or so. Wouldn't say I'm constipating much but it might as well be an issue, so will be talking to someone about it on Friday when I have my scan, see if I can take laxatives during pregnancy.
Me and Lee were babysitting little Alfie and his big sister Kyra (8) on Saturday evening, while Lee's parents went out for a meal and to the pub to celebrate his dad's 50th.
Dave, the dad of the kids also left for a few hours as he's DJing every now and then in a radio, so we were alone with the little ones and have to tell it was a little bit tiring. Not on Kyra's side though, more likely on Alfie's.
He's having crying sessions almost every night for about a week now, even though the grandparents have bought a winding medication which helps him burp and stuff while he's eating. It's just that you always have to have an eye on him, entertain and hold him as it seems that's what he wants. Like all the time.
He's a month old now and I believe he can see objects or clear colors now, instead of a big mess of everythingness and is interested, but annoyed at the same time of not being able to move on his own yet. He tries holding his little heavy head up every now and then, which is proper cute but starts to cry straight away when you lay him down, so I assume he's definitely bored and needs some action hah!
But, I managed to make him fall asleep for a short period of time with walking around and singing a crazy Hungarian song to him ('Én elmentem a vásárba fél pénzzel...'). Result!

Then, as it didn't last for long, I fed and wind him again, changed his stinky-poo nappy (Which I never done before, was just watching others doing it.) and so it took a while, so I got the holy water of his. Obviously after I wiped his arse and was about to put cream on him... Luckily could escape in the very last minute, so he didn't actually get me but peed all over himself so I had to clean and change him again.
Then eventually he fell asleep on Lee and guess what?! He was snoring! Didn't know babies do that! Have a video of him but it's really quiet so the volume needs to be turned right up and have to lean right into the speakers. Cute, or what?!

All in all, even though I knew it's harder than people think, I'm glad I have the chance to practice, and seeing Lee with the kids made me realise how much I love him and how lucky I am. He is the perfect dad-to-be.
I just can't imagine life without him anymore. Soppy crap, I know, but that's the truth.

Saturday, 18 June 2011


Might have mentioned earlier that I'm huge already! I mean nothing else really (?!) but my bump is massive! Suppose it's alright when you are on the crowded tube and people offer their seats (If they did.) but still, it's almost embarrassing. Never been pregnant before so don't really know how to deal with these stuffs.
For example I don't even know, whether it's kicking-turning-raving-breakdancing or is nothing but me having belly rambles. The movements are weird, sometimes all I feel is a little nudge, sometimes a long, uncomfortable push (Lay in?!) on an organ or another, but they are never obvious enough to be called as kicks.
Other thing is the protecting layer of fatty life belt around me, hah! I just hope with time I'll be able to see a little elbow or foot on the tummy, through that. All we felt yet was a hard something on one side, (Possibly the little head.) which disappeared after touching and pushing it.
Don't even know whether or not I supposed to eat less or different. According to the mirror I'm alright, but according to the photos my parents have taken while were here I'm having giant octuplets. Guess it's just me being bloated, but not sure. Luckily I have Lee though, who makes me feel comfortable about myself almost every day. Yay.
Also, I'm not bounded to the bump, at all! Not on a trying to hide it way (I did that too, but it's un-hideable now.) but on the loving and caring way. Sometimes I even forget I'm pregnant and suppose it'll be like this, right until the very end.
We are waiting for the little monster, we really are, getting ready and all that, it just still doesn't feel real and I find myself guilty for not being excited or over the moon every minute of every day of this 'beautiful period' of... What? Fatness, size 14 tops instead of size 10, greasy skin, and difficulty of leaning over or down to pick something up?!
I know it's here and I can see it on those awful pictures, but not sure that I'm feeling it, neither physically and mentally.
I feel proper fucked up in the head instead.


The monsters aka UglyDolls. Just emailed them, see if they are shipping to the UK too. I bloody well hope so!


Lee made me doubt myself in the boy-girl question yesterday, as he pointed out even though I might not see it but my breasts definitely have gotten bigger and not much, but if he had to choose, he'd say the left one is a little bit wider than the right. Girl signs. Right, better stop driving myself mad with this question, we will see it soon, anyway.

Bought these tiny sunglasses today in Primark for the baby. When it'll be old enough to hold it's little head on it's own (It could take up to 6 months apparently, thought it happens sooner to be honest.) and we can carry it facing the outside world in the harness. It'll look just as cool as Alan's baby from Hangover I. haha can't wait!
Have spoken to Szabolcs today, told him what are the clothes like we got for the unborn already, and that we are planning on buying colorful cute monster toys instead of a teddies and so. All his reaction was that he's jealous and wishes Lee and me were his parents.
I hope the kid will grow up liking it's outsider toys and clothes, and within many many years these kind of stuffs will still be if not as popular, but at least a little bit stylish and funny.

Friday, 17 June 2011


First of all, I've got a new layout. Bye-bye to the green sample template and hello to the blue-pink personalized Shpongled one. Need to get used to it myself too, but it was definitely time for a change.
On another note; My parents were visiting, they left on Wednesday. It was bit of a hectic few days, more likely cause both me and Lee had to change to day life, going to bed about 09pm and wake up at 08am which exactly the opposite of our lifestyle.
Having only one room didn't help either, as sleeping on the sofa isn't the comfiest thing to do, but luckily we were exhausted every day after sightseeing, so ended up sleeping well.
This little visit of theirs made me realise that I'm less and less bonded to my family. It might be just the uncomfortable visit, an eventful couple of days when we kind of had to rush about to see the city, me being stressed out and annoyed cause of my hormones and their utterly different lifestyle. Times I'm going back, I don't do much, just hang out with friends and chilling, so we haven't actually spent time together for ages.
I can only hope that my kid won't feel this way towards me any time, and will be bonded to us as much as Lee is bonded to his parents. I'll definitely try not to push him/her away from me.
Anyways, pops want us to visit them the summer but I doubt it'll happen cause I only can fly til about the 7th month and ticket prices are sky-high for August-September, so Lee suggested to visit them next year sometime, with the monster. At least they could meet with the bubba too, easier for him to take his holidays, definitely no annoying summer heatwave, and the flights are cheaper too.
By the way, well fucked off by having to pay for infants on flights! Call me naive but since it says that the parent (Obviously!) has to carry the baby on his/her lap during the entire journey, I thought they fly for free. Let alone you have to get it's passport done, you have to pay for it's ticket!
Nevermind, it seems like it'd still cost less if we traveled the beginning of next year instead.

Also, they brought over Hungarian children books, so can do readings to the baby before bed so hopefully it'll pick up a few Hungarian words with time. As well as they bought us 'wedding' presents too (They still need to be sent over.) a cutlery set and a set of dishes, pans and pots, which will come absolutely handy thinking of our moving (Whenever it is.) to another, entirely empty flat.
Lee's dad bought us a sterilizer with bottles (I wouldn't have been too keen on it to be honest.) and Lee got a Batman romper and a few more bottles too.
And, as of next week, we are finding out what we're having, we'll be able to start the mad shopping!


I'm so keen to find out what is the little monster we are having and we still got a week to go til the scan!
People say the mum-to-be usually feels what she's having and the intuition is 100% right. For example my mum had a dream about having a girl (Me.) at the really beginning as well as she felt like that, so she wasn't even thinking of baby boy names. Same with my aunt when she had her children. They were saying as of I mostly eat salty and had no morning sickness whatsoever I more likely to have a boy. But as of me, I ain't got a clue. At the beginning I was dreaming of baby girls and had a feeling of a zombie girl, but not for quite some time now. Now I'm more likely to believe that it's a boy. Or maybe one each. Haha imagine that! Oh well, one can dream.
So have been doing online tests and it says mostly boy. The best of these:

'You have a 72% chance of having a boy.
And you have a 27% chance of having a girl.
And Here's Why:
- You are carrying the extra weight out front, so it's a boy. (Mostly. My ass looks kind of the same as it did before, for the matter of fact.)
- The hair on your legs is growing faster during pregnancy, so it's a boy. (Me is being a yeti anyway, so not sure whether or not this counts.)
- Boys are carried low. You are going to have a boy. (I rather call it low or bang on middle, than high. Movement 'pains' felt usually low and on the sides.)
- Sleeping in a bed with your pillow to the north indicates that you will be having a boy.
- Your feet are colder than they were before pregnancy. You are having a boy. (They aren't particularly colder but feels uncomfortable walking around without slippers, while before I didn't have a problem with it.)
- You prefer the heel of a loaf of bread. You are having a boy. (Never minded the heels, to be honest.)
- Dad-to-be is gaining weight right along with Mom-to-be, which means that you'll have a boy. (Haha!)
- The maternal grandmother has gray hair, so a boy will be born.
- You didn't have morning sickness early in pregnancy, so it will be a boy.
- You are looking particularly good during pregnancy. Therefore, it must be a boy, because girls steal their mother's looks. (Not sure about the so called glowing, but don't think I look worse than before.)
- Your chest development has been quite dramatic during pregnancy. You should expect a girl. (It's only my nipples and around, not the actual tits, so don't think it counts much?!)
- Since the sum of the mother's age at conception and the number of the month of conception is even, it will be a boy.
- A needle on a thread held over you belly moves from side-to-side, so it will be a girl. (That was the Jager keyring 'thread' and my bottle opener as a needle... Doing it with style.)
- Your urine is a bright neon yellow color, so you will have a boy. (It was before, not sure since I drink lots of water and also have a blue toilet cleaner in the tank so the water actually is blue, but definitely turns bright green every time I wee.)
- You have a craving for salty or sour foods, which means that it is a boy.
- Your nose hasn't changed during pregnancy, which indicates a girl.  (There are some really weird questions in this quiz. I see my face every day, so I don't see any changes, do I?!)
- You have been craving fruits, so it is a girl.
- Your baby's heart rate is 140 or more beats per minute, so it's a girl. (Don't think so, not even sure about the heart rate, I'm just guessing, since I've got a high heart rate and the baby's is usually twice as fast as the mother's.)'

And here are the signs comparing to the old school wife tales.. Will have my personal symptoms marked with a star*.

'It's a boy if:
You didn't experience morning sickness in early pregnancy*
Your baby's heart rate is less than 140 beats per minute
You are carrying the extra weight out in front*
Your belly looks like a basketball
Your areola have darkened considerably* (More likely just got bigger, I think?)
You are carrying low*
You are craving salty or sour foods*
You are craving protein - meats and cheese
Your feet are colder than they were before pregnancy*
The hair on your legs has grown faster during pregnancy*
Your hands are very dry
Your pillow faces north when you sleep*
Dad-to-be is gaining weight too*
Pregnancy has you looking better than ever*
Your urine is a bright yellow in colour*
Your nose is spreading
If you hang your wedding ring over your belly, it moves in circles (Thought it was all the way round?!)
You are having headaches*
You add your age at the time of conception and the number for the month you conceived the number is even*

It's a girl if:
You had morning sickness early in pregnancy
Your baby's heart rate is at least 140 beats per minute*
You are carrying the weight in your hips and rear
Your left breast is larger than your right breast*  (Maybe a little?! Can't really decide.)
Your hair gets red highlights
You are carrying high
Your belly looks like a watermelon*
You crave sweets
You crave fruit*
You crave orange juice*
You don't look quite as good as normal during pregnancy
You are moodier than usual during pregnancy
Your face breaks out more than usual
You refuse to eat the heel of a loaf of bread
Your breasts have really blossomed!
Your pillow faces south when you sleep
Your urine is a dull yellow in colour
If you hang your wedding ring over your belly, it moves from side to side *
If you add your age at the time of conception and the number for the month you conceived the number is odd'

Even though I'm not quite sure of some of the boy ones it still seems I'm more likely to have a little predator boy.
Either way, we decided of the names already (Months ago, but don't think I mentioned them yet?!) it's Aiden Lee Rothwell-Vatai if a boy or Lileeva Rothwell-Vatai if it's a girl.
Can't bloody wait til the 24th now! As long as we find out what it is on the day above, neither of us cares what the gender is. Are we there yet?!

Tuesday, 7 June 2011


I composed this well angry post-to-be around a week ago while waiting in the hospital and could do nothing else but pressing my phone around. Obviously it didn't make it here as an entry, luckily, as it was full of hatred. Anyways, being in a much calmer mood I try to re-compose it.                                
First of all I had my appointment on the antenatal ward, and even though I had to be there at a specific date and time, they still made me wait close to an hour. No network reception on the phone and was unable to listen to my music in case I was the next to be called. Therefor I was just sitting there quietly among many other pregnant women, most of them with their unborns' already existing brother or sister.
I'm not so keen on going in to race questions now, but... So I'm sitting there pissed enough, cause of the wait and these kids are making so much noise, shouting, running about, falling over, crying out loud and so. I could easily say I hate kids, but it's nothing to do with them but their parents. So their pops don't give a damn about them, the children make noise to get their attention (Nothing.), running about (Still nothing.), falling over and crying (There we go!) and then they get their attention finally... Scolding them off for being the way they are!
Not just blaming their children for something which ain't their fault, raising neglectful toddlers, they are being pregnant again, having another one! What the hell for?!
It makes me proper sad, especially cause those poor kids are going to grow up soon, and be exactly the same, once they get to the point and are about to have babies too. They'll assume that this kind of behaviour is absolutely normal. And this makes this generation fucked up as hell.
Another example; The estate we are living at the moment is full of roughly 5-6 years old kids, the boys are playing ball games on the other side of the house while the girls are usually outside the estate playing in front of our doors.
They learnt to kind of like (If not that, but accept.) us, new tenants. They do no harm to us but couldn't help noticing, they sometimes clique against our next door neighbour, the youngest little girl (Around 3 or 4.) Lea. They either don't play with her, getting her in pity troubles, or showing off their sparkly pink princess dresses what Lea doesn't have.
Now the thing is; Their parents are clearly spoiling them, trying to keep them out of the house, buying them everything just to shut them up, while Lea's mum (A decent like stoner chav.) obviously cares about her. That's that.
Lea was the first, and for quite some time the only person (Including parents!) who was greeting to us every time we walked past by her, shouting -'Bye!' at us, even though we were far down the road already. She knows etiquette, and it's good to see that there is a kid out there who is going to grow up to be 'normal'.
I just hope I'm going to be a good mother.

Monday, 6 June 2011


We had our first baby shopping the weekend before, not even knowing what we are having yet, hah! Not like we planned on it but was in Camden to our mate's BBQ so thought we might as well check out the market as been a while since we both been there. Then we found a stand selling funny grows and bibs, and as well went to Cyberdog and got a grow from there too. (Excuse Szabolcs, our deal was whenever in life I'd get pregnant he'd come and baby clothes shop with me in Cyberdog, but not being sure whether or not we will be seeing each other before the alien arrives, I rather have gotten over with it now.)

I got ordered to triple my dose of the hormone medication and to take iron too. Luckily all these prescription drugs are free with the Maternity Card, so at least that's one thing I don't have to worry about.
By the way being pregnant really does play with your hormones. Sex drive of a woman can both increase and decrease during pregnancy which I didn't know but explains why I'm so horny all the bloody time. Was, to be precise, especially in the past couple of months. Ah well.
My mum and nan are coming over this weekend for a few days, told them to bring over some Hungarian  fairy tales and baby books so even though he/she will be surrounded by the English, still has an option to learn bits and bobs of my language... Which, I unfortunately won't be able to teach him/her properly cause of it's grammar and difficulty.
Although neither of us has 100% gotten hit by the thought of parenthood yet, we can't wait til the 24th when we'll be finding out what we are having. Yay!