Are we there yet?


Pregnancy- day two hundred seventy freakin’ three. No seriously. I am still pregnant.

although I am not overdue (yet…) statistics do show that most first time mothers give birth a week or two before their due date, the same darn statistics that promised me that only 5% of women deliver on the actual due date that has been forecast.

Yet, here I am. Excited, nervous and oh-so-sick of waiting. (Not to mention bloated, uncomfortable, tired, swollen…just peachy basically…)

I read somewhere that the most common craving that pregnant women have is not to be pregnant. That might seem a little over the top but trust me 9 months into it even the most “sunshine-up-their-butts” mothers start to feel like this just can’t end soon enough. The exhaustion you feel is both mental and physical, your mind is constantly replaying possibilities of “what could go wrong in labor” and your body aches from your toes to the ends of your hair.

I also miss the little things. Like seeing my feet when I look down, fitting into my clothes and shoes or simply getting out of bed without having to roll to the side and readjust the 4 pillows that are prompting my back. Ugh.

The general opinion here (amongst husband and family) is that I still have time and the baby will come out when she needs to and when she decides. But wait, I though I was the boss of this baby- why can’t she come out when I want her to? I pick now. Or at least today. Please?

I have friends calling me every single day asking me if she is here yet or every time I call one of them they thing it’s only because I am in labor…nope…still pregnant…just wanted to say hello. The conversation I have with My Cynthia everyday is a straight replay out of Shrek ” Are we there yet? ” ….” No not yet”….”What about now”….”Still not”….It’s rediculous.

I apologize if you were expecting a touchy-feely post about how prepared and excited we are to welcome our daughter any day now and instead you got stuck reading the rantings of a sick-and-oh-so-tired pregnant woman. Believe you me, we are ready. The bed is made, the hospital bags packed, the baby bottles sterilized and even the video camera is charged. I’ve had a lot of time on my hands…just waiting for the grand entrance now.

I shall keep you posted.

Almost famous


Keeping my identity anonymous was never really considered as an option when I began writing this blog. I was then following just one blog that was dedicated to home management/financial savings and frugality and I still follow that blog to this day, find it here. I remain a dedicated reader because I am able to relate to this real family and it always helps to put a face to a blog. Then about a year and a half ago I was introduced to the blogosphere in Oman-where most of the bloggers prefer to remain anon. That is understandable since most of the topics often cover both political and national views of the bloggers- maybe they feel safer not disclosing their true identities. (Muscat Confidential, Linoleum Surfer, Muscat Mutterings, The Omani Brit, Is This Serious, Angry in Oman).
This blog is quite different. Since we have a lot of relatives and friends abroad, keeping a blog for them to follow made a lot of sense for us. It’s a family affair really. That is why you will rarely be treated to my opinions on Omanization, the glorious ruling of HM or even to a discussion over religion. Now, keeping that in mind I must say that Alex is also a very private person and he often reminds me not to put anything too revealing on this blog. So, finding the balance is often hard to do.
I need to give this blog huge credit for helping me communicate to (what seemed to be the whole of Oman) the masses that our Honda XR was stolen earlier this year. Up to date we are still approached and asked if we have found the bike yet ( the answer is sadly, no).
Just last week we were attending a house party and were introduced to a crowd of expats we have never met when one of the men said “You are Alex aren’t you? The one who’s bike was stolen”. Turns out he reads the blog and recognized Alex from one of the pictures. And this is not the first time this happens. More than once when being introduced to someone I am baffled to hear “Yes, I know, you are Olga, I read your blog”. It’s seriously flattering but catches me off guard everytime. The exposure this blog has seriously surprises me at times because even though I know it’s out there for the world to read- I am still surprised that people actually do!  
So here is my questions: Dear fellow bloggers who keep us guessing- why did you choose to operate anon?

Day 55.


A few moments ago I found out that a dear friend of mine is in desperate need for prayers and goodwill. He has had a car accident, a serious collision in which one person died on the scene. My friend is in intensive care and in a very bad condition. Therefore this post will be solemnly dedicated to him. Darling, please get better. You are young, full of potential and you have your whole life ahead of you. Please show the same level of determination as you always did in life, please hang with all your might and please don’t go anywhere…

I cannot do much, you are in Georgia somewhere, and if I could I would be there, along with the other 100 people who are worrying themselves sick and praying so hard that God has no choice but to hear us. So I am going just going to pray out of belief and partially out of helplessness, I am going to pray very hard for your recovery.

The picture below is for you. I want you to be able to look up and see this beautiful sky within a few days time, a week tops. And I will not even consider any other options. Got it?

I am waiting for good news. Get well. Love. Olga.

Day 50. She would have inspired even Dr. Seuss

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If you have ever watched “Horton Hears a Who” then you are without a doubt familiar with the yellow ball of fuzzy fluff by the name of Katie. The most memorable moment of the entire cartoon is when Katie says: “In my world everyone is a pony, and they all eat rainbows, and poop butterflies.” I have a Katie. Her name is Lyu and she is one of my closest friends. She is the kind of person that lights up an entire room by just walking into it. She is a muse, an inspiration and a rainbow of everything good in this world. I met Lyu in university, from the first week and to this momment she brightened my life with her huge,magical blue eyes and her ways- which are unique and splendid. She astonishes me with her fantastic fashion sense and her grace. I don’t think she knows how special she is to me, I was too busy being astonished by her to tell her how loved she is.Without a doubt she is one of the most interesting people I have ever met. I hope you all enjoy her guest post below, I have to share her…she is too remarkable to be kept to myself.

The Unrivaled Treasures
Since so many of my dearest people are far away from me in different corners of the world, the simplest things that somewhat relate to them gain a unique value. Thus, behold the unrivaled and incomparable… See More treasures that I own! These things, which may seem useless to some, remind me of so many dear moments more valuable than chests of gold and diamonds! So, everyone who knows what I am talking about, I am sharing my treasures with you and that you for making me so rich!

With love. Lyu.

Day 40. Not the doctor…


Looking at this picture now, got me thinking about one of my favorite songs. “Not the doctor” by Alanis Morisette. All of us have people in our lives who smother us, some with love others with hate. There are those who expect too much and also those who don’t appreciate what we do for them. We always try to please, whether it’s our mother, our boss or our next door neighbor.

We all have relationships in which we feel compelled, or responsible for someone else. So we try hard. We try very hard. Miraculously saving friendships that hang by the thread and prolonging family ties dually out of respect. There is a great saying “you only need those people in your life that need you in theirs”. Very few people reciprocate, be it a birthday card or a good advice. We give until there is nothing left to give. Until we stop to think, and it hits us like a flash of lightening “but I don’t get anything in return”. I have a friend who specializes in soul nourishment. She doesn’t even know it- that’s why it’s so special. She is always the first one with a first-aid box full of best wishes, thank you notes, handmade cards and birthday presents that arrive a month in advance. She is wonderful and I am blessed with a friend like her. I understand that everyone can’t play Martha Steward and bake cup cakes every time there is a special occasion. But it’s nice to show you care. In the mean time, toxic relationships get the better of us. We get exhausted with trying to save a ship wreck. We fish the person out, we put a life jacket on them and we say “sit tight, don’t jump, it’s going to be ok”. But we cannot be held responsible for everyone that drowns. Although it’s painful to watch.

“I don’t want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon
And I don’t want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don’t want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face
At midnight, hey
What are you hungry for
I don’t want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don’t want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I’m afraid of heights
I don’t want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window”
Not the Doctor, Alanis Morisette