DrKimDavies

Nearly 3 years have gone by since the last post. Felix will turn 3 in 2 months. Shannon and I have broken up, but are still friends. I now live on a big property with cows on it. The dental practice is pumping. Staff issues are nearly resolved, with one bad egg about to be put in her box and then that box to be put out into the compost heap. I am single and dating. I have gone on 7 RSVP dates, and documented the process. Am trying to get this 7 chapter episode off the iPad and onto a blog post, but the iPad wants to sync all my photos first. I may have to do some serious editing though - some blokes aint gonna want this rendition to be made public...

...and I just knew this must be a dream. I immediately flew around the room and outside, superman style. My altitude was dropping a bit so I swam breaststroke style to get up amoungst the other parachuters and hang-gliders dotted about the sky. Suddenly I was indoors again, inside a tall building, still flying. But I was not in the air, I was in the building, actually amoungst the structure of the building, the scaffolding, the pipes, the walls and floors. I felt like a ghost being able to move through walls. I could hear a jackhammer approaching as I moved up. It concerned me that I might collide with it and become damaged....

I woke with a crick neck, and moved my head around to test the extent of the damage. The pain swept over my neck intensly and I had to put Felix down naked on the change table. I sat back in a big chair feeling sick and faint while Felix weed and pooed. I had to get to the toilet fast, feeling sick to my stomach, dry reatching and pooing simultaneously. I could not get up. I could only think of Felix sitting in the big puddle, and yelled and banged on the wall for help but no-one came. I made a heroic dash for my mobile, rang Mauro downstairs, and he came up and tended to Felix while I lay face down in the stinky carpet with my undies around my knees.

My neck is now braced up and I am coping OK. But I do wonder ... did the jackhammer do this to my neck?

Motherhood feels so right that I want to do it all over again and have another bubba, one day.
Owning a dental surgery that I am unable to work in feels so wrong.

This crazy world gears you up to become a professional, to work the system to make as much money as you can, to build your business to be bigger, greater, more prosperous. But what am I to do when Motherhood comes along and pulls the rug out from beneath my feet? I feel like I am an invalid who cannot perform my dental duties without shafting my baby off to day care. My primary duty is to be a Mum. Yet if my business goes downhill then I will feel stressed and will be forced back to work.

We are also considering buying a home, as the time is right for investing in the market. Yet stretching the budget even further is just one more thing I do not want in my life. Especially when I have no income. My best intensions ... thwarted.

Solution: Keep renting, miss the market this time, be happy, live life! I have done enough hard yards and don't want my family to suffer in its infancy, when Mummy is needed most.

Beautiful birds flew up to us to feed. I had never seen birds like this. I knew I was far from home. Gentle pastle rainbow colours. Cyclops bird had one central eye that I laughed at, until he relaxed and let the 2 eyeballs separate out to normal...

I was there in my shiney silver, rectangular sequined dress after the party, and all the alien people were appauled at my fashion sense. Then I was naked in a comby van headed to some big field/farm/holiday camp. I managed to get on some black undies and a shirt before getting out of the van and grabbing a pants outfit off the manaquin travelling on the outside of the van. My muddy thongs made the white pants all dirty as I pushed my feet in.

The first yocal told me he had an ant farm which I thought was a ridiculous thing to farm. They were joy ants I think. Huge fields of people were engaged in playful activities, like dreamworld but on a farm. There were muddy races up to a house, skateboarding and a rave doof tent. On the balcony in the doof room I was shown the dancers below doing kung fu moves. I was a spectator to the scene, at this later stage of my life, no longer ruling the dance floor. My host was showing me around. An old rave classic song came on and filled my heart with joy as I remembered the early 90s. But my host said "You remember you were thinking about Richard when you were out raving. You were sad a lot of the time." Indeed I was. Many years of sadness.

The show was over and my hosts said goodbye as I finished up at the farm with the odd alien type yocal people. Goodbye. Dream ends.

15 days to go and counting. Today is the first time I have felt the emotion of boredom. I am perhaps a little overprepared, having dusted all the shelves, cleaned out the kitchen cupboards, and even made 12 homemade cloth nappies for the newborn. These are simply an old sheet cut up into squares so his little legs dont become spreadeagled out with a big fat nappy shortly after entering the world. Imagine how empty space must feel after being cocooned in the womb. I reckon it would feel like your boyfriend has just dumped you and the earth opens up around you and you feel like you are falling into an endless pit of dispare. Pretty scary stuff. Hey, Welcome to life on Earth. Luckily I have read so many baby books on how to give love, love and more love, that I think I am pretty well prepared to save the little fella from the abyss. Now I just sit and wait. Maybe I will do some aerobics and get this whole labour thing moving along a little quicker. Enough baking aleady.

I have not updated my blog for 2.5 years and am quite astounded it is still accessable. Anyway, for the record... I am 7 months pregnant, with a baby boy Felix.

I think this blog could have potential for expansion but... what to focus it upon? Perhaps I can keep a dream journal here - since I am experimenting with lucid dreaming at the moment. Perhaps I need to keep it dentally related since it is linked to bytesdental. Or I can just keep it random. Not sure who reads this stuff anyway. I wonder if the people of the future will look back and analyse early days of the internet, and consider this site as an example of ... not really having a purpose or clue. Started off as a university assignment ... ended up in nomands land ... went on to become???

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