goldmaple - once you find your feet, its good to go out a bit. I was very social but it was summer and Copenhagen is a walking city, so I went for walks and fell in with some new mums who really were up for going to cafes for lunch. I also went to Babybio a lot - its morning cinema for mums and babies. Basically normal films but you can bring your baby in and breastfeed, or (this will be weird for some), leave your baby in the pram line up outside, put a number on it and they have people who walk up and down and check on your baby. If your baby wakes up, they come into the cinema and hold up the number or call it out. Its so Scandinavian!
Anyway, point is that at first I needed to feel connected to others in the same position and it was good to get out and about. Some groups are better than others and the mums group I was "assigned" to locally was awful - really insecure and uptight vibe and a lot of comparison of baby skills. So I ditched that one quick.
This time, being a dark winter period, I imagine I won't get out as much, but I have already scoped the expat parents meet-up group and I will give it a try a few times. Otherwise I can really see myself getting too isolated.
But who knows really? I also imagine myself dropping Elodie to kindergarten then jogging around the park with my mountain buggy but is it really likely? Hell no.
twojacks - trust me, I know that this age group of guys are total jack-asses. They don't know anything about women really and they seem to forget they have mothers and sisters. Some of the guys I work with have said some really foul things and upset me but something switched this week and I got my claws out a bit. I offered to punch one guys lights out. In a "jokey" way of course. Seriously, I don't know what they said, but soon you will have a gorgeous baby and be yourself again but going through this amazing experience of being a mum too. And they will still be stupid and lame.
folic - I can't be arsed to cook at all really. Yesterday my friend came over and we have delivery pizza. This morning I just managed to throw some chicken and rendang mix into the (amazing!) slow cooker before I took off for work. But I have to admit, I didn't even eat it tonight. I had cereal instead. And I am totally into the fat coke at the moment. Naughty but I never drink normally and love the caramelly flavour and sugar kick.
Well, I am looking forward to the end of a rollercoaster week. Trying to decouple myself from work but I am still so into my project and the stress and anxiety that go with it. And stupidly said yes to a dinner with another pregnant couple tomorrow evening when I know I will be totally battered. So it will be baby talk all night (nothing wrong with it, though!!)