Day 336 - Forget bowties and Stetsons: Symphonies are cool!
Day 336(a) - Daleks!
Day 337 - After the Storm
Day 338 - Hiding
Day 339 - Black Saturday, February 7 2009. We will rebuild, and we will always remember.

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For Christmas last year, I bought N tix to see the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra doind a Doctor Who special. Like the BBC live at the Proms spectacular, but in Melbourne.

The show was this Saturday just gone. We had dinner at Southbank before meandering along the river to the Plenary. It was fun seeing people dressed up in Who-vian costumes - fezzes and bowties were popular, as were Tom Baker scarves - but the big points go to the girls who made Dalek dresses.

The show itself was good. Very very good. Awe inspiring music played by a talented orchestra (conducted by an enthusiastic conductor with a sense of humor), accompanied by a beautiful soprano and counter-tenor, and interspersed with classic monsters patrolling the aisles: Cybermen, Silurians, vampires, Ood, The Silence, and of course the Daleks. It was a wonderful night.

I hope I can make it to the next MSO performance (FoTR) in October...

My little sprout/alien parasite is now the size of a pea. I'm so very. I make myself go for walks in the evening to keep active (and even they've slowed down from what I was doing!), but there are times when I just want to curl up and snooze on the couch. Heck, if I could nap under my desk at work, I totally would.

My why-stick-to-just-morning sickness is really starting to get old. I suppose I should be glad I'm not barfing everywhere, but when its coming out the other way instead... yeah, not fun. It's not so much keeping things down that's my problem - it's getting them down in the first place. Really struggled with a sandwich at lunchtime today, and the thought of my grapes in the fridge? Blarg. Water is good... I can cope with water and mints. (And the occasional spoonful of peanut butter)

But one must eat and eat properly. I always find it interesting (ironic?) that the time when a baby is the most vulnerable is the time people either don't know they're pregnant (and therefore drink/have a poor diet) or do know but can't eat or keep stuff down. I guess it's survival of the fittest.

Day 340 - Leafhoppers
Day 341 - Sunflower
Day 342 - Roger Waters The Wall Concert - 10/02/2012
Day 343 - Tamarillos

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So we went and Saw Roger Waters last night. OMFG. Incredible. Mindblowing. Amazing. From start to finish it was an action-packed, politically charged event filled to the brim with brilliant music and astonishing visual effects.

Last night's concert included some footage and animation from the movie - updated to be more relevant; still photos of fallen soldiers from all over the world, from WWII to Iraq; inflatable animatronics; and of course, the Wall itself, being built, brick by brick behind Waters throughout the first act.

I grew up listening to The Wall. My early memories of family roadtrips include singing along at the top of my lungs to Run Like Hell and Comfortably Numb, and having my favorite stuffed toy act out the songs (complete with air guitar). It's not a nice album, but it's unforgettable, and one of my all-time favourites.

Is there anybody out there?

Day 344 - I am a magnet for strange male spiders…
Day 345 - Magpie
Day 346 - Bliss

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So 2012 is going to be a Big Year of Change.

N has been able to enroll into an Arts degree this semester, and next year will hopefully be able to switch across to his preferred area of study. We were planning on him going back to study in second semester, so getting in now is a huge bonus - starting six months early essentially brings us about eighteen months closer to our ultimate goals - hooray!

Me, I'm getting more and more tired - I nearly dozed off in the park at lunchtime yesterday, and again on the train (I finally succumbed on the couch in front of the telly). Feeling nauseous and gritty, and stretched. I know it's only seven weeks (and maybe it's just my digestive system deciding to join the party), but my belly feels tight and pants are uncomfortable. I may have to venture out to the shops to get a pair of maternity clothes this weekend. (N's suggestion: just get regular stuff in a size bigger than you usually wear. Um - no. I want things to fit, not be sacks!) I'm rubbing cocoa butter and oil intl my belly and boobs to hopefully ward off potential stretchmarks, but we'll see how futile that attempt actually is.

Before I got pregnant, I used to walk a lot (averaging just over 4k per day), and was looking forward to losing weight. In the first couple of weeks I was able to do about 2.5k per day, but now? Just the walk to and from the train station wears me out. I don't want to be a lazy lump (and it makes me feel so wonderful to hear stories of people who were fit and active throughout, and doing manual labour right up until the day they delivered), but I quite literally don't have the energy to do anything anymore. I'm not even reading or crafting at the moment (my two favourite hobbies!) because it's too much effort. Blah.