Tick tick boom?

It is official, I have been pregnant forever. My life pre bump has been wiped from my memory and I am now in that seriously fucked up land of impatiently waiting for 'it' to start yet 'it' will more than likely be the most painful (but yes amazing blah blah) experience of my life. This strange place where it is 'normal' for your downstairs to tear apart and the possibility of having my midriff sliced open is utterly without shock. Walking beyond 50 metres is now painful and the size of my stomach (but luckily not my arse) gets met with people exclaiming 'wowser' or simply laughing. If another person says 'so you haven't given birth yet' when they see me they will find a swift headbutt is delivered.

My facebook status a couple of days ago read:
Kitty Von-Sometime craves sushi, gin and tonic, wearing heels, fitting into 80s nipped waist jumpsuits, carpaccio, sleeping on her front, being able to see her own ahem without mirror assistance, putting on socks without help, blue cheese, rare steak, running down stairs and the bottle of award winning cognac she got last christmas and never got to drink .... SOON, oh so SOON.

And lo, I am completely cliché and exactly as every woman at 39+ weeks pregnant is. Ho Hum.

I have been on youtube again browsing labour coping strategies, water births various things and came accross this comment underneath a 'natural labour inducing' tips video.

"Since my comment a month again I did nipple stimulation again for the 14th time. It worked again 14 out of 14 babies.
Why did everyone give my technique a negative?
I guess maybe prudes are not mature enough to handle the language I used?
My husband rubs his penis on my nipples to stimulate them. We both climax and within the hour the baby is on the way.
14 out of 14 babies CAN'T be wrong! Thats 100%!
Ladies, grow up and stop giving me negatives because your man won't do what mine does!"

Regardless of the sincerity of the tip itself - which incidentally is one of the midwifery approved methods but seems to entail twiddling with your nips for one hell of a schedule - this woman claims to have had FOURTEEN BABIES. FOURTEEEEEEEEEN. what in god's name does anyone need with that many kids? I am petrified at the prospect of having one human being completely reliant on me, let alone double figures. The woman must be pregnant or giving birth full time. When would you have any time to spend with the children? The brain spins.

On the pregnancy upside dearest Sunna came and took some photos of me whilst I am huge. Some were in less clothes than others, and are amazingly beautiful so I am putting one up here, but in a smaller size as a vague attempt at bashfulness.






What other fun has there been? Hmmn, the Nasa 90s night came and went and even with suspected swine flu (yes, apparently so) I managed to turn up and play for a few hours before the unborn made it clear that she wasn't too happy after I did the Macerena.




Apart from that, I watched more episodes of Without a Trace than can ever be recommended for your sanity, and popped to a few summery events just before Autumn made itself known.























Daníel and I harvested the first batch of our home grown potatoes specifically for his Russian themed potato-soup 40th birthday party which was yesterday. About 40+ people turned up and ate our garden harvest soup. He had a very lovely time indeed.

Monitor TV

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Pride

Today is Gay Pride in Reykjavik. An event even bigger than the National day believe it or not. The weather is a touch grey with a threat of rain which in itself shouldnt be news, but its the first gay pride I have heard of here when its not mega sunny. I've just ordered a massive breakfast brunch to chow down before the parade starts.

My general news apart from that mostly consists on all things revolving around the fact i have a human being inside my belly at a size impossible to ignore anymore so I'll skip that. I have had some films developed from some of the previously mentioned events so lets just skip to the visual.

LungA























The Tea Party






Then there have been various catching ups with people I haven't seen for a while, nice quiet chit chats and touching of bases so to speak.

The CCP boys and locals










Sunna is back from Amsterdam and is holding an exhibition with her friend Thordís.





Eva and Viktor cooked me dinner in their lovely flat.




Karolina invited Daníel and I over for coffee, love and chats.








And Ásta brought her lovely Hanna Lovisa into town so we could meet up and I could wonder how I will fit one of these out of my downstairs.




The rest of the time which I haven't spent sleeping - which incidentally is a huge amount, I have finally started to look through the 'my life' videos I need to edit. Throughout 2001-2003 almost solidly and then less regularly after that, I compulsively videotaped my life to send as AV letters to friends who had moved far away to Thailand and Australia. They were filmed on Hi8, extremely badly, and were 'edited' using play/pause on a VHS machine onto tapes. They have not been kept well and the quality is appalling but lovely ArnarV at CCP transferred them into digital footage so I could keep them from being further destroyed and also attempt to edit through them properly.

It is a strange world going back to, some of it now being 8 years old - almost a third of my life. The footage mixes between my personal dialogue with the camera - or by proxy the friends the tapes were originally meant for, and footage of clubs, parties, holidays, whatever. I literally had the camera everywhere. I also have some all-too-brief footage of my first trip to Iceland which in retrospect is amusing. I discuss and interview ex flings and the one long term partner I had at this point, including the night before we got together which stirs up strange twentysomething emotions. It has people who are sadly no longer with us, and also friends who have since those days in London, now also moved to Reykjavík.

Much of it is cringeworthy for me and others but yet records my mid twenties, a time now gone and not likely to come back. Different haircuts and clothes, a london accent I doubt will ever return sadly and I watch my weight yo yo up and down before I was diagnosed with PCOS. I will be blackmailing various people to prevent me from youtubing some of their finest drunken moments in years gone by. As much as a great deal of my own verbal diatribes embarrass me to the roots, I am very sad I have stopped doing these. Maybe when the baby is here I will have reason to begin this all over again. Who knows. For now I will simply wade through this footage and enjoy the memories.

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