Archive | December, 2012

Week 20: Fleetwood Mac – Rumors

31 Dec


How annoying is it spelling Rumours like that, even though it’s the way Fleetwood Mac did it, and hence Proper.

Halfway through!

And finally, FINALLY after meeting our tiny little boy (BOY! What did I tell you, am I not always right) on an ultrasound screen it starts to seem real. Real enough to start spending silly money on awesome Scandinavian baby clothes with monkeys and lions on them. Real enough for us to start clearing the house and tidying up ready for nursery. Real enough for us to go into John Lewis and wheel an Uppababy around going “ooh, nice turning circle!” as if I even know what that means. We still can’t collapse a buggy though. We pressed everything and stood there looking really helpless but …. nope.

This buggy is going to cost more than mine and Sam’s Actual Adult Cars PUT TOGETHER.

It’s a whole new world of haemorrhaging money we’re entering here.

So it’s New Years Eve and nearly a brand new year and it’s exciting and (for the first time) a bit scary. I’m sure I have zero appreciation of how challenging this year is going to be. People make having babies sound like going to war, and I’m sure it can’t be that bad. Not as bad as war. Babies have more good bits than war. I’m waiting to read the next blog/internet article/comment that says this is entirely false, and a newborn baby is not just worse than war, it’s worse than a really bad war where you get tortured for top secret information, losing both ears in the process and then loads of innocent civilians die anyway. And it’s all your fault because you didn’t want to lose your nose as well.

Happy new year everyone! Hope it kicks you in the guts, in a really great way.


Week 19: The Ronettes – Presenting The Fabulous Ronettes

24 Dec


It’s Christmas Eve and Gaga is doing forward rolls! Looks like it’s not just me that’s into the festive spirit this year. I avoided a cheesy Christmas album for this week – the Ronettes always sound Christmassy enough with all that Phil Spector echo. Their version of What’d I Say is rad, I’d never heard it before.

Very odd to think this is hopefully the last year just the two of us. We’ve planned to spend today doing a relaxed mooch around the city centre to pick up a few last minute presents, then maybe tea out somewhere. I’d been anxious about buying anything at all for Gaga before Thursday’s anomaly scan,  but we’ve caved and bought a couple of Christmas presents which we’ll give to each other later tonight. I’m being hoofed like a good ‘un anyway, so it’s definitely still in there. Long legs like Mum and Dad too, by the feel of it.

Every day I  get a bit more relaxed about this. I think I’ve spent the last four months in complete and utter disbelief that it finally happened. Fingers crossed for the all clear later this week.

Merry Christmas all, love from Jellybrain Mum and Baby Gaga. Go and listen to the Ronettes now.

Week 18: Pearl Jam – Ten

21 Dec


I have filed Pearl Jam in my brain under things that are far too bloke-y and pointless to bother even trying, like remortgaging your house so you can stand at a football match every weekend freezing your tits off. However. I have decided to keep going with the grunge theme and listen to one I’ve not bothered with before. I didn’t like these when I was younger. I didn’t like Soundgarden either. I didn’t hate them, I just thought they weren’t for me.

I have listened to Ten all week. I do actually like the first few songs, they sound quite exciting. The production has aged really well for something that was made twenty whole years ago. I don’t think it’s a very consistent record though, and, ok, maybe I should have chosen Vitality, but I still don’t think Pearl Jam are very good.

But you know what the main thing I have taken away from a week listening to Pearl Jam’s Ten is? An overriding sense of injustice for all the shit I got given for liking the Spin Doctors at around the same time. IT SOUNDS THE SAME. Only the Spin Doctors WERE BETTER. The guy could actually SING for a start, and they had songs that had proper bits in them, you know, they didn’t just do the same thing over and over again because they couldn’t think of anything better to play.

Yeah so the Spin Doctors weren’t grunge and they weren’t cool, but they weren’t responsible for Nickleback either, which Pearl Jam clearly are.

I am going to hold my head high about Pocket Full Of Kryptonite, it is a GREAT RECORD and it’s still probably in my top ten ever, and I don’t care who knows it.

Pearl Jam! Pah.

Is the Spins reunion tour sold out yet? Probably not, because everyone who is an idiot thinks they’re shit and is staying at home listening to Pearl Jam and masturbating. I am ordering tickets as we speak. I will not be shamed. I WILL NOT BE SHAMED.

Week 17: Smashing Pumpkins – Siamese Dream

15 Dec


This week I feel lucky.

We had a bit of a scare, which turned out to be okay.

It turned out I’m a bit ill, but little one is fine. We got to hear our baby’s noisy heartbeat on a doppler (it sounds likes a very 90s rave synth, all whoosh whoosh whoosh) and everyone who saw us was brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, from the crazy Greek out of hours doctor who insisted on ringing round what seemed like the entire of the LGI to get me referred to the lovely midwife on the maternity assessment unit.

So now we’re all a bit tired but relieved and catching up on lost sleep.

Well, we were asleep. But now we’ve come downstairs for a bit of listening to Pumpkins.

I’m looking forward to the day I play a record and it gets a wriggle. Wriggles are getting stronger every week, but do not seem to correspond to excellence of music played. Yet.

Week 16: Sade – Diamond Life

9 Dec


My brain used to work, really.

I used to go into a shop, be able to buy a copy of, say Diamond Life by the silky smooth chanteuse Sade, and listen to it for the next week in order to experience a classic album I hadn’t yet listened to in its entirety.

I used to be able to do that.

At no point during my pre-pregnancy life would I have gone into a shop, bought a CD I believed to be Sade’s Diamond Life and listened to it for an entire week without realising that it was, in fact, The Best Of Sade. rendering the last week of solid listening completely pointless.

The Best Of! That’s what a mum would buy. Oh wait.