Don’t talk to strangers

I’ve been pretty relaxed during my pregnancy in that I’ve been quite happy to play Buddha and let anyone who feels the need give my tummy a rub. I’ve also been pretty good about listening politely to random ladies when they tell me their pregnancy stories. But there was an incident while Col and I were on our babymoon, which I feel took advantage of my open-minded state.

We were in queue at Mr Price buying Col some tracksuit pants. In front of us was a rather scruffy looking fellow with a much neater looking wife and child in tow. After a few minutes this gent turned to Col and said, ‘Dude, you showed your crack to the world when you tried on those pants.’ Col had tried the pants on over his shorts in the aisle, an event clearly witnessed by our queue-friend. He opted for humour in the awkward situation (feeling that perhaps he’d been in the wrong) and made some light-hearted comment. Taking this as an invitation, the bloke then turned to me and said, ‘When are you due?’ ‘End of September,’ said I. ‘What date exactly?’ said he. ‘The twenty-fifth,’ said I (wondering why my previous answer hadn’t sufficed). ‘Are you having a natural birth?’ said he. ‘Yes, I’d like to,’ said I (now feeling he was being a tad over eager).

Feeling a little desperate, I started looking around for an escape. The tills were taking ages to process their customers and the queue behind us had grown substantially in the interim. We were trapped. ‘Are you having the baby in Ballito?’ was the next question launched at us. Col explained that we were just down on holiday. ‘Oh, so I won’t know your doctor then,’ the chap mused. ‘No,’ I replied, with a touch of frost in my voice. ‘What pain relief are you considering?’ he asked next. ‘I haven’t decided yet,’ said I, hoping a vague answer would end the pain of this conversation. ‘Well, you really must remember to have warm bath. It eases the pain of contractions and helps your cervix dilate for the delivery. Oh, and about epidurals …’ At this point Col was muttering, ‘Did this man really just start talking about dilating cervixes?’ while I was glancing at his wife in disbelief hoping she’d stop him. She merely smiled at me encouragingly.

Mercifully a till opened up, and the wanna-be midwife had to move on. Col and I stood in absolute shock while he paid for his items. Once he was safely out the door, we dissolved into hysterical laughter and didn’t recover for hours. It seems one should never outgrow certain childhood lessons, and I’ve been a lot more wary of talking to strangers since!


Our babymoon

Col’s dad has a flat at Simbithi Eco Estate in Ballito, and we decided to pop down there once Col got back from Scotland if the opportunity presented itself. Two weeks ago, everything started falling into place and 11 July saw us driving down to the Natal north coast.

The break could not have come at a better time. In the 10 days since Col had come back from Scotland, I had finished work, my parents had stayed with us for a week and Speckle had his baby shower (which I’ll post about when I get some photos). As a result, we’d been passing each other like ships in the night and I had been struggling to slow down the pace I was operating at. We spent four idyllic days going for long walks in the estate or on the beach, snoozing and watching movies. Over the weekend that we were there, the rest of South Africa suffered under the worst cold front of winter, while we enjoyed 25 degree days. We did as little as possible and it was wonderful!

On our last day we went out for lunch at a restaurant on the beach, and were amazed to see two whales just beyond the breakers. I have never seen whales on the north coast, and the locals were as enthralled as we were. They were too far away to get a good photo, but we could clearly see their tails and plumes of spray as they dived and resurfaced.

We drove back on Monday 16 July and since then Col has hit the ground running. August, September, October and November are always busy months for him and this year looks to be no exception. The few days away broke the hectic cycle I’ve been in, and I’m managing to set a much slower pace for myself as we get ready for Speckle.

The catch-up is coming

I’ve had two and a half weeks of being a lady of leisure now and they’ve been busy, busy, busy! But instead of bombarding you with all the news at once, I’ve decided to split it up a bit. So over the next few days, you can expect posts on:

Right now I have to dash out to get groceries, run a few errands for Col and meet some friends for lunch. Oh, and I’m starting preggie Pilates this afternoon. See – busy, busy, busy!