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I feel so tired at the moment. I think little Henry is renovating within, or at least drawing quite heavily on my resources. I picture my interior like the bottle in "I Dream of Jeannie", lots of velvet drapes and upholstered divans. It's probably more like a dark, tropical aquarium. I have had a little trouble sleeping of late, waking in the middle of the night and not being able to go back to sleep for hours. Then last night I went to bed at a ridiculous, kid-ly 8pm, slept for 10 hours, and awoke still feeling depleted. If I don't stay focussed throughout the day, I notice that I can spend a long time staring into the middle distance with just a brain full of static. No... not static, worse. As I was walking upstairs to get a cup of tea, I realised that I had the swelling orchestral music from "Days of Our Lives" circling around and around in my head, like bathwater going down a drain. Has pregnancy melted my brain?
Besides that I feel so well, and realised this morning that I love being pregnant. It's really such an exciting and nice state to be in, and to share with Jerad. It has a lovely anticipatory aspect to it like the wait for Christmas. I have to go to the hospital a lot to see the midwives, and I love it because I always come away with new news about Henry's growth or development. I just hope that he born a healthy kid.
Jerad started a new job - he's the Sous Chef at a pub called the Paddington Inn which the new owners, having remodelled extensively hope to transform into a gastro-pub. They're allowing Jerad some creativity, which is wonderful news. He's already added a Braised Beef Cheek to the menu, and I'm certain has many more ideas. I just want him to be happy, and they seem accomodating about his need to be home three weekdays starting later in the year to look after kid. He's always happier when he's in a position to be creative. I think most people are. I once read an abstract of a study with the claim that people in rote, repetitive jobs can be the most depressed and suicidal in the workforce. For example, people who work processing food on conveyer belts in factories can quite often suffer depression, because very little personal satisfaction can be extracted from an experience with very little self-determination. I think this is why you can see people investing special, personalising flourishes to mundane jobs. A friend of mine at UCLA worked for a few years tiling roofs to save for college, and he told me he used to sign underneath the last tile he lay down on each roof. He felt proud of the job he'd done on each one - they guy is going to be a great animation director in the not-too-distant future, but I guess the point is, he applies creativity and care to everything he does.
In my research work I'm discovering that Deign for children is not so much a field which is currently in existence. There are few books or points of reference to how design can be crafted to appeal to children. I guess that the field isn't saturated is a blessing.
Besides that I feel so well, and realised this morning that I love being pregnant. It's really such an exciting and nice state to be in, and to share with Jerad. It has a lovely anticipatory aspect to it like the wait for Christmas. I have to go to the hospital a lot to see the midwives, and I love it because I always come away with new news about Henry's growth or development. I just hope that he born a healthy kid.
Jerad started a new job - he's the Sous Chef at a pub called the Paddington Inn which the new owners, having remodelled extensively hope to transform into a gastro-pub. They're allowing Jerad some creativity, which is wonderful news. He's already added a Braised Beef Cheek to the menu, and I'm certain has many more ideas. I just want him to be happy, and they seem accomodating about his need to be home three weekdays starting later in the year to look after kid. He's always happier when he's in a position to be creative. I think most people are. I once read an abstract of a study with the claim that people in rote, repetitive jobs can be the most depressed and suicidal in the workforce. For example, people who work processing food on conveyer belts in factories can quite often suffer depression, because very little personal satisfaction can be extracted from an experience with very little self-determination. I think this is why you can see people investing special, personalising flourishes to mundane jobs. A friend of mine at UCLA worked for a few years tiling roofs to save for college, and he told me he used to sign underneath the last tile he lay down on each roof. He felt proud of the job he'd done on each one - they guy is going to be a great animation director in the not-too-distant future, but I guess the point is, he applies creativity and care to everything he does.
In my research work I'm discovering that Deign for children is not so much a field which is currently in existence. There are few books or points of reference to how design can be crafted to appeal to children. I guess that the field isn't saturated is a blessing.