Monthly Archives: November 2007

oh rupert, and your yellow plaid pants

Look what I bid on tonight on eBay!

Yes, that’s right, it’s RUPERT BEAR! Just looking at that book to me takes me back to being about five, because that was one of my first books ever. And I loved the Rupert Bear annuals. My sister and I got a new one every year for Christmas, and I absolutely adored them. So because I am now expecting, I’m watching eBay and Amazon UK for new-to-me copies of my childhood books – most of which were lost in the Great Flood of ’90.

Rupert Bear. This is an English import, of course. Because I grew up in the English quadrant of Victoria, with a British father and an Anglophile mother, I got a lot of British kiddie lit from the bookstore in the local village, which imported these sort of things from the UK. I got the Ladybird Learn to Read books, starring Peter and Jane. I got Enid Blyton’s Noddy series (complete with politically incorrect gollywogs). I even got the occasional Beano or Dandy annual. I also had a couple dozen old books from the 1940s and 1950s, hand-me-downs from my half-siblings and their mother. And, of course, I had many Beatrix Potter and Babar books – Babar may be French, not English, but he is still obviously awesome.

So, even though my child (whatever it is) won’t be able to read for a few years (I read at two, thanks to the Ladybird books), I want it to have the same books I did. Hence, a spree of searching for Rupert Bear on sale in other Commonwealth countries. Of course, I also bet that by the time the kid is old enough to read, it pronounces Rupert Bear “totally gay”.

omg, it’s a real person in there!

We had our first ultrasound today – and we actually got to hear the baby’s heartbeat! It’s 160bpm – much faster than my own – which the doctors said is perfectly healthy and robust. That was what made the Critter so much more real to me. An inch-and-a-half-long smudge is one thing, but a creature with its own heartbeat inside me is much realer.

Also, on the wedding front, here’s some photos from the latest venue under consideration:

an unexpected bundle of joy

For those of you who didn’t hear it a week ago when I was freaking out over the pee-on-a-stick test – and you people who are not on Facebook – we have had a slight shift in our lives this week. By which I mean a MAJOR FUCKING CHANGE.

We’re expecting. I’m actually pregnant. We weren’t particularly trying – but were going to in a year anyways, so we’re just a bit ahead of ourselves. Paul is delighted. I was delighted once I came out of shock. All four future grandparents are ecstatic.

The baby is due at the end of June, so we’re going to have to move the wedding date – and location. Due to many considerations, including financial and time-related factors, we’re going to keep it here in Los Angeles, and have it in February or March, 2008. We want to be married when the baby is born. I’ll post more details when we figure out what we’re doing – and have an exact date.

So that is the BIG EXCITING NEWS! We have an impending wriggly arrival, which may well grow up to be an evil genius. We can only hope.