Friday, August 6, 2010

Desperate times call for desperate measures!

Um....these were packed in our hospital bag for an emergency energy boost during labour, but how on earth is a 38 weeks pregnant woman supposed to resist raiding the bag when it comes to chocolate!

Well, it's actually a guilt free raid as I feel like I have earned it today! So far I've managed to do the following:

- get out of my pyjamas and into some "proper" clothes (first time this week!)
- weeded the garden (small section!) I've no idea what's going on there - I have no interest in gardening....but the sun was out...the dog was enjoying being outside - so we extended it a bit!
- two loads of washing (only hung out one on the line though - I've run out of puff!)
- dusted the house.
- rearranged the shelving in our bedroom.
- scrubbed the bath.
- cleaned the bathroom.
- vacuumed the house.

Of course I've run out of steam now, but my next goal will be to leave the house for the first time in a week. We might go out for breakfast tomorrow morning - what a great excuse!

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K said...

Okay. You don't know me at all. I found you by starting at Linda's and following links. But as I read this tonight (I love your designs, so I want to see more) I'm wondering if anybody has ever told you that nesting is one of the signs of impending labor? Nesting is when you are suddenly full of domestic energy - you rush around cleaning refrigerators and putting things to rights. It's a sort of hormonal insanity - the getting ready. it uses up energy that you are going to need soon.

And please believe me when I tell you this: once that little soul hits the air, "getting things done" is a thing of the past. If you get on "real" clothes and that's all you do during any given day once you have a baby in your life, you are doing wonders. They become focus, compulsion, imperative - they are the most intense, absorbing work of art you will ever begin - and the process will take you decades.

If you do it well - if you take as much trouble with the forming and training and nurturing of that child as you do with the cloth book you designed - your swatches, auditioning each thing, planning each thing (keeping in mind that children have spirits and minds of their own and will have opinions about the design), listening, putting your own other work behind this one great work - what you will end up with twenty years from now will bring you to your knees in wonder and love.

I don't know why I'm writing all of this. I hope you don't mind.

Danielle McDonald said...

Wow, thank you for taking the time to write such a beautiful comment. I really do hope my cleaning frenzy does signal the arrival of our baby soon! It's such a waiting game now! I can't wait to experience some of the wonders you talked about, and I am looking forward to sharing some of them with you here.

Heidi said...

Hi Danielle,
I would love to have a chat with you, you left such a lovely comment on my blog, but I can't seem to find an email address for you...if you have a moment, please drop me a line at my email...

LOVE your's so inspiring!!!
♥ Heidi

Adriana said...

By the sounds of it - you really deserve that chocolate.
No need to feel guilty.
Well done!

K said...

Danielle - thank you, honey. I had actually added you to my subscription list before I got so cheeky and wrote so much. I have had four babies in my time, and now I'm grandmother to three of them. So, of course, I'm pretty sure I know everything. I remember my first one - I was almost twenty eight and had never been a baby person. Gin wasn't a particularly easy birth, but I'd done my homework.

When they put her in my arms, my only thought was, "What am I doing?" I didn't suddenly love her. I didn't know what I was supposed to do with her for the rest of my life. I was terrified. And it stayed that way for about a day. I was a short stay and we went home after twelve hours. I was tired, confused and distressed.

Then something happened. I don't remember how long it took, but suddenly—I fell in love. I didn't expect it. I don't think I'd ever been in love before, frankly. But my heart was suddenly fixed on that little girl, and I knew that I would give up anything - dreams, freedom, privacy, sleep, dignity (birth does that to you, anyway), my youth - ANYTHING for this little person.

And I still feel that way, thirty years later. I was not a natural mom. I had to work at it. But where your heart is, there your treasure is also. I feel more fulfilled by those wonderful, horrible years of raising little people than I have felt with all the awards and opportunities and public accomplishments I managed to squeeze out after the kids were in bed.

My kids will be my life, my honor, my art forever. I gave them everything - freely - and now, they are giving back to me by truckloads.

If there's anything I can ever do for you as you think these things through and start this new life - because believe me, you are walking through a door into a new and unfamiliar world - I am at your service. Now begins the wonder of life. And the dog-tired, relentless work.

And I promise, you will go into labor before the baby gets old enough to learn to read.

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Danielle McDonald said...

Ok - I think I'm getting Heidi and K mixed up here, but K as I can't find any contact for you, thank you for kind words and taking the time to share your thoughts.

Heidi. I am thrilled that this mix up lead to your blog and I look forward to keeping in touch! Email on the way!

K said...

Dan - how weird that the blog makes me give all that contact stuff, and then won't let you at it. Ack. I'm at otherCstuff (at) if you ever need me. And my site is The blog is attached to that/kstreetjournal

Anonymous said...

Haha, i did the same thing! I packed a bunch of lollies and I ate them within 3 days! ;)