Month: May 2012

40 Weeks, Still in Tact

Today is my due date.
Nothing seems to indicate so except the fact it was set on today – baby’s still hanging in there pretty much without a twinge or any sign of an impeding labour. I am huge (like a whale, as my husband lovingly says), I have various kinds of pains here and there but none directly connected to any action, I have Michelin man feet which occasionally turn violet from the edema pressure, and I feel grumpy, fed up and in limbo of sorts. If I didn’t wake up 5 times a night for a wee, I’d say positively I can at least sleep the whole night. But I do wake up 5 times a night to visit the bathroom, so no, not even that currently counts.
Guess I will go overdue like I did with Dori – not pleasant at all, but can’t do much! So, let’s keep on waiting and try to stay positive…

A Day on a Beach

We went to a small “bikini” beach today (yay for wearing abaya somewhere like that), it was rather small but clean and nice – my husband’s intent was me walking bare feet on the sand and that possibly making Abbas want to come out on this half sunny half dusty day, which of course didn’t work, but I’ve got a very nice sand massage for my baby elephant feet. So swollen and so painful recent days, hence a lukewarm sea water and sand washing over them felt just like heaven. I don’t intend to complain about that for sure!
I snapped few pics on the way too, mainly of my chicken of a daughter being afraid of going into the water (at first. Once we got her there, we couldn’t get her out, on the other hand.), and some quick snaps through the car window and traffic, just for sports and fun.


Just a little dip!

And now not going anywhere.

My Goldilocks

My daughter had a production day at Gulf British Academy today and she was assigned the role of Goldilocks (and the three bears).
She was very proud of her golden costume and obviously enjoyed being on stage (why don’t I wonder, my little drama queen!), and I tried to snap few pictures in the darkness of the hall and high hijabs – not really successfully, though. Lets hope the DVD they are promising will turn out better!




Wow, I keep on thinking about this picture I snapped years ago and how much she grew up already. I mean, she’s a school kid! I feel old.

The Case of Potatoes

For the past several weeks of my 2in1 period of life with nr.2 addition to the family I seem to be rather craving one basic (Czech) nutritive – potatoes. Usually boiled, but in any case, I need them. I like rice, don’t get me wrong, but seriously, the amount of rice consumed in Kuwait is just way too much! I was born and raised in a potato country and as such I believe irreversibly in the power of a raw potato (good for your bones, my grandma used to say. True, she used to say fresh yeast is good for skin too – which probably is considering the heaps of vit. B contained in it – but my joy of eating that was much, much less visible.), and I believe that potatoes contain a lot of vitamins and minerals and generally stuff your average mid-European body needs for it’s survival and hence my insane craving for them in the third trimester is actually easily explainable – back to the roots, back to the healthy body with true balanced diet!
Well, whatever it is forcing me to eat ‘tatoes; Abbas maybe, considering how skillfully he made me eat a bunch of steaks – and still want them – although I am normally red-meat non-eater; today’s lunch for me is decided.
Škubánky!
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It’s a sort of potato boiled balls with flour mashed together and that ripped apart with a spoon dipped in butter (or lard), served with whatever you prefer – sweet with powder sugar and ground poppy seeds and a spoon of butter over it, or a certain kind of hard quark (curd) which I reckon I can’t really describe unless you are raised in Czech, or salty variant with salt and pickles, or bacon – in which case you can also dry/lard fry the potato mash.
It’s rather versatile and very cheap when it comes to materials needed for cooking – just butter, potatoes, flour, water and something to add as finishing as mentioned above, and it’s a traditional Czech meal, which I believe was also widely sported during both WWs in my country – or so said both of my grandmothers.
I believe my Kuwaiti (read: harees, yareesh, maraaq and machboos raised husband) will once again wonder what’s so wrong with his wife, that she cooks something which looks so stomach unfriendly and weird – but hey, not as if harees looks delicious on the first glance!