Quick update on my situation: after a week of battles with my OB, who for inexplicable reasons refused to do an ultrasound but wanted to send me back to work anyway, I went back to the hospital for a check-up yesterday. The good news: the baby and I are both still fine, and it looks as if the placenta might be moving upwards, slowly but surely. The bad news: right now I still have Placenta Praevia Totalis, so I'm still at risk of bleeding and all that stuff.
However, I'm now confirmed off work sick for the duration, the home help will continue at least for a couple more weeks, and - fingers crossed - if I stay stable and things continue to move in the right direction, the baby can cook for a little bit longer and we can maybe try to avoid a c-section.
Thanks for all the support and ~ma!
Stay, baby, stay! Go up, placenta, go up!
Fiona-baby, please wait some while longer before you get to the world to meet your lovely mommy, your daddy and your big brother, OK?
BBC America showed Scold's Bridle this week. Can someone tell me what accent Bob Peck was using during it?
I spent a lot of time staring hard at two of the female cast -- turned out to be Sting's wife and Kate Winslet's sister.
OK, so I've belatedly discovered the new Doctor Who, thanks to the wonders of CBC on Seattle cable. Can anyone point me to good websites, fanfic, etc.?
I'm surfing tv.cream.org, and am looking through their list of things that must come back. #6 contains some damned true writing:
The Adventure Game
WHAT WAS IT?
A whimsical junior sci-fi game show in which a trio of agreeable celebs of the Johnny Ball/Floella Benjamin variety were set fiendishly complicated mental and physical tasks by a troupe of rather devious shape-shifting aliens, to be completed on pain of death by evaporation.
WHY SHOULD IT COME BACK?
It is, quite simply, the most well-remembered programme ever shown on British television, pound-for-pound. Only 22 episodes were made in total, but we’ve yet to come across anyone between the ages of 35 and 25 who doesn’t harbour some nagging vestigial memory of growling aspidistras, vortices, Drognas, or Keith Chegwin trying to communicate with a backwards-talking Australian. The pleasant eccentricity that ran throughout the programme is the very thing that has made it so enduring, a vindication of the carefree, pre-focus group era of ‘just stick some chaps in a room until they come up with a programme’ telly.
Only 22 episodes? I loved that show. I'm still kinda freaked out by aspidistras.
