Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!






It's been over a weeks since snow hit England, and there are still more than traces of it outside. We received about 5" of beautiful white snow over the course of two days. Our road still has traces of ice, and the ground still has some snow. The main roads remained clear due to the amount of traffic. But, the highways seemed to have terrible problems and a lot of trains were running way behind. I even heard of one that was frozen to the tracks. So, it was a good couple of days to stay at home. Where it was warm and dry.

After that, I was ready to walk through mountains of snow if I had to just to go somewhere and see people.

Prior to the snow, the days have still been pretty cold, and a damp cold at that. Most days it stays below forty. So, a coat and scarf is necessary. William gets bundled up in a pile of big blankets or a snowsuit. And Scott and I have gone out to purchase wellies and boots. Oh, and thicker socks. I was always one that never wore a coat, even on really cold days. Why bother? The only time I was ever exposed to it, was the walk from the car to inside the door at work (or a store). I never felt the need to bundle up for a couple minutes exposure to the cold. I feel differently now. Most times parking is such a pain that you would rather just walk it. It's cold, but it's easier.

The feeling of the holidays is everywhere. We went to the tree lighting and parade in Cobham. Had roasted chestnuts and mulled wine to warm the body. Christmas Fairs are popping up in every town. Lights and decorations are on every high street. We went to a Christmas Fair at a Kitchen Garden just outside of town where they released little hot air lanterns. It was a beautiful site and great fun for all the children. I had a blast watching their faces light up.

Just like in the States, the holiday is shoved down your throat when you turn the TV on. One commercial right after the other. I've always said you know it Christmas when the perfumes start advertising on television. Well, it's no different here. Oh, and the M&M's commercial with Santa... "He does exist."
"They do exist."

But, despite the fact that, it does feel more simple, more traditional. I've seen a few people dragging their trees home behind them instead of strapped to the top of their SUV. Only a few of the houses have lights, so far. I know that doesn't sound so festive, but it's a nice change to house after house with perfectly aligned white lights. Oh, and Christmas pudding. Yum! Let me tell you, it beats the socks off our fruitcake. Well, I think anything would be fruitcake, but Christmas pudding and brandy butter is the bomb!

William is now 4 months! He has started teething and I hope it ends soon for him. He's had a couple restless nights and really likes to be cuddled. It's been fun making a list for Santa. William is asking for a few books and toys. And what a coincidence, I have everything he's asked for in a box under the bed!

In case I don't post before Christmas, we are sending warm wishes to you and yours for a wonderful holiday season. Hugs to all!






Monday, November 8, 2010

Three Months Gone
















I know that this blog is supposed to be about our move here, my experiences and thoughts, but I had to take time to talk about our boy. He is, after all, part of the experience.

I can honestly say that this has been the fastest three months of my life. I can't believe that it was three months ago that I held William for the first time.
Waiting for a baby seems like an eternity. You have so many questions. What will you be? What will you look like? What will you be like? What will I be like?
When the moment arrives, you're so consumed with shock. It's so hard to take it in, make the memories that you had envisioned. You think you'll have tomorrow, but when they are this small, everyday is huge change. In a matter of days, babies learn something new. One day their only communication is crying. A few days later, they can carry on a 20-minute cooing session. Amazing.

Motherhood is everything I expected it to be and nothing like I expected it to be. You think you know how much joy a smile can bring, but when you really experience it, it's way more joy than you anticipated.

William is beginning to enjoy a lot of activities. He loves his activity gym and several different toys. He has a crib toy that will keep attention for a good half hour. He's just amazed by it. He's starting to reach for things. Before it was kind of luck that he might grab a toy, but now I think he's really going for it. He's really doing well at holding his head up and sits in his bumbo while I am in the kitchen. We bought a door bouncer for him and though he's not really bouncing yet, he enjoys slobbering on the fabric bodysuit. He's also "talking" a lot. It's great! Scott and I always exchange glances and smiles when he does it. I hope we always find these things so sweet and adorable.
And you parents with two-year olds... don't tell me any different.

William and I attend a playgroup once a week. I've mentioned my NCT group before. We six couples attended a prenatal class together. We were all due about the same time and did deliver all within two weeks of each other. Well, with the exception of Gemma. She delivered on the day of our second prenatal class!
I enjoy the weekly gathering with mums and babies. It's nice to compare notes and have support. We're all first-timers and I'm not sure about the other ladies, but I know I can use all the advice I can get. Not to mention adult company. William has reached the age that I think he enjoys being around other babies. They all seem to be very interested in looking at each other.

My mother was here for almost three weeks. Mark came for the first week, and she remained the last two. I'm always glad to see her and have her help. She's an awesome grandmother. She came with a suitcase full of clothes and goodies for William. Already spoiling him rotten. But, I can't say that I would have it any other way. During their trip here, we went to Windsor, again. And we also drove to Brighton. I think it's the Coney Island of England, but was later told that the shopping in Brighton is excellent. So, I plan on going back.

Oh... and a tip. If you ever think you will visit any castle more than once, read the back of your ticket. Most will stamp it allowing for free entries up to a year.

Well, as we enter the William's three month birthday, I can't wait to see what it hold in store. I'm sure you'll be reading about it - you know, if I can stay on top of blogging. Material is running low!

Pics above are William's 3-month photos at Esher Common and the NCT group that we attend each week. Starting counter-clockwise with William, we have Freddie, Huw, Sophie, Ben and Kiana.






Hi Jay's Mum!

Our good friends Jay and Jen introduced my blog to Jay's mum. Jay's parents live in England and Jay's mother is English. She replied to my last blog about our house and also gives me advice on places to shop and washing detergents (several posts back, or possibly an email forwarded by Jay). So, I started to answer her reply and found it to be extremely long. So, I deleted it and decided to make it my most recent post. It contained some bits of history that I thought might interest some. Maybe. You know... if anyone reads this thing. ;)

Here's Jay's mum's reply:
I'm Jay's mum. We live in Norfolk, about 80 miles or so north-east from London. It's considered rural but, like everywhere, it's getting crowded. Your house is adorable; looks like it was renovated to a very high standard. Obviously, your bathroom was originally a bedroom; you don't get one that size in a newer house. And what a nice outlook, I assume that's a common across the street.
I thought I'd comment on a couple of things you talked about missing. We spent 11 years in Germany, so I can empathise with things being different to what you're used to. Large Tesco stores are usually open 24 hours and they sell just about everything! Sunday opening hours for stores are set by law - 6 hours only. Up until 20 years or so ago, nothing was allowed to be open and there was a big campaign called "Keep Sunday Special" that fought to keep it that way. (A few places such as those in tourist locations were exempt but they could be prosecuted if they sold regular groceries so if you ran out of butter or sugar on a Sunday, you were out of luck until Monday - but you could buy an ice cream!) I recently read that commercial interests are trying to get the 6 hours Sunday trading extended to the same as the other days of the week.
I'm surprised you get to keep your baby's medical records; most people never see theirs, let alone take them home!
I've never seen a separate kitchen sink sprayer over here, but depending upon the type of tap you have, you may be able to fit an attachment that swivels and lets you choose between a straight flow of water or a spray. I got mine from a mail order place called Lakeland - they have shops too. Their catalogue is full of neat gadgets and equipment.
The EU won't allow the importation of USDA beef because of the use of hormones and antibiotics, etc. British beef, because of the mad cow episode a few years ago, is now considered the safest in the world. (Saying that, I have noticed some "strange" behavior in my husband who regularly eats beef, but that could be due to advancing age!)
I hope you enjoy the experience of living here and the few differences that are left. I often feel that it would be less "Americanized" if the language were not the same but, good or bad, the British character retains its originality.
Susan Weidenbach




Hi Jay's Mum Susan! I've been wanting to travel to your side of the country. It looks so lovely on all the shows we watch (Countryfile, Hairy Bikers, etc). I love road trips and we'll have to do one to your side soon. If so, we'll have to meet the people that brought us our good friend, Jay. ;)
Our place is newly renovated and unlike other places we looked at, I would say it was definitely done to a higher standard. One day, shortly after our move, our landlord had a painter come over to touch up some of the exterior windows. He was very meticulous about his craft and did an excellent job. We are lucky to have landlords that seem to appreciate quality even on a rental. Also, they live close by so we always feel comfortable calling them if we have stupid questions about how to operate something that is foreign to us. At first our landlord had a hard time believing that we don't have radiators in Texas. It took Scott, me and my mother to convince him otherwise. Ha!! That's okay... I have a feeling we would have to explain A/C to him if he were ever to move to the southern part of the US.
One of the girls in my NCT course told me (and you probably know but I'm going to fill in for anyone else that might read) that what we live in is what was called a "two up, two down." So it was two bedrooms upstairs (not a bath) and two rooms downstairs (living room and kitchen). Over the years, a kitchen and bath were added downstairs and a bathroom upstairs. There is a new book out about the history of the Tilt. This is the area of Cobham we live in. We met some older gentlemen at our farmers market that are raising money to preserve areas of Cobham and told us quite a bit about it. Apparently the Tilt was used as hunting grounds by King Henry VIII. I find it to be fascinating that I am living so close to history. Hampton Court (his home) isn't that far way by car, but can't imagine that it was a day trip for him by horse. Maybe he camped right where our house stands! Where we live is I guess a Common. It's not called that, but there are other commons around. If memory serves, someone called it a conservation area. Not sure the laws, but I'm guessing that prevents any construction and might limit what can be done to an existing structure.
There is a Tesco that is somewhat close. It's actually in Byfleet... well, Weybridge... actually Brooklands. Ha! I say this because it's kind of in the middle of these areas. But, about 15-minutes from us (if no traffic). It's connected to a large M&S which also has a large grocery and stays open until 10PM (surprisingly).
Sunday here reminds me of Sunday in Texas. Stores were not open on Sunday until the mid-80's. They call it the "Blue Law." Now stores are open on Sunday (not sure if their hours are limited), but they are not allowed to sell beer and wine until noon. No hard liquor sales on Sunday at all. Also, car dealerships are required by law to be closed one day a week. Most choose Sunday, but some will close on Saturday to be open on Sunday.

As far as the baby's records. Maybe the clinic keeps track of the records, too? What I was given is a red book. I take this to each appointment and they record his weight, shots, etc. for me. It also contains notes from the midwife and healthcare visitor. I think this book also goes with us if he were to be registered for school during our time here. I guess it's proof of immunizations and age. I also wonder if it's a county thing? All of the girls in my NCT group gave birth at another hospital, but have a red book, too. Either way, I hate having that kind of responsibility. Ha!! Most days I'm lucky if I can locate my keys.

I'm going to check your suggestion for a sprayer. I looked at our local Robert Dyas, but it's fairly small and has a limited selection. Oh, and speaking of mail order... I'll take this time to give mad props to the Royal Mail. On more than a handful of occasions have I ordered something online and received it the very next day! Scott does remind me that usually most things have a shorter distance to travel. But, still. It's great! I also find it refreshing that some companies still use their own delivery service versus going through the post or UPS/Fedex. I wish that US companies would go back to that.

I find I'm not eating much beef, I'm sure not a terrible thing. I get a veggie box delivered every week and try to make the most of eating healthy. Unfortunately, I'm in love with bangers. I don't know why brats are more known sausage. English bangers are by far the winner. And though I don't cook seafood at home, I enjoy the fresh selections at every restaurant. The fact that it's cheaper than most main courses is a nice change, too. Especially since I love shrimp. Err... prawns.
However, Cobham did just get a new restaurant that serves USDA beef. And I know of one steakhouse in London that serves it. The steakhouse in London is amazing, but kind of a special occasion place - or let the company pick up the tab kind of place. ;) But. you're right, not typically found. That said, I don't mind eating bangers more than one or two nights a week. In fact, it's on the menu tonight. ;)

And you are absolutely right about the few differences. Like the US, I'm sure that the High Street wasn't always the same ten stores. I blame the US for things like this. And like I said, if it were all the same, then I might as well have stayed at home. However, I do occasionally find a locally owned store or restaurant and it's always a real treat. In fact, I buy all my cards at an adorable locally-owned store here.

Thanks for reading my blog! I really am enjoying my time here. Finding a town that suits you helps no matter what country you live in. I do hope that I can meet you before we leave!



Regards,

Angela




Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Our House, is a Very, Very, Very Nice House....

But, instead of two cats in the yard, it's two dogs.
Now that you'll be singing that song the rest of the day....

I never showed you photos of our house, did I?
When I travel, I don't really like to do the attractions. I'll do a few, but my real interest is the local people and local surroundings. What do the houses look like? What do they look like on the inside? What about stores?? And I don't mean the tourist garb, postcard kind of stores. I mean, where do locals shop for clothes, groceries and everyday items. Well, I will indulge you with pictures and a description of our little house to fulfill the voyeur in you.

We're not quite sure the age of the structure. We asked our landlord and he just said it was over a hundred years old. Not much more elaboration than that. And I know that's probably not that old to the English, but to Americans... it's pretty damned old. We tear things down and build newer and bigger without a second thought. But no matter how new or big, it can't replace the charm or history.

That said, charm is getting COLD. Along with a 100-year old structure, we have 100-year old windows. However, the interior has been recently updated and we have all the modern conveniences that a new house might have (except double-glazed windows). There are still period features that make you like the place, but then there are things like a side-by-side refrigerator that make you like it even more.

Our place is furnished almost exclusively with IKEA furnishings. Filling in with things I've picked up at other stores. We didn't ship any of our furniture from home because when looking online, most places were furnished. Leave it to us to go with one of the few that wasn't. Besides, our furniture would not have fit anyway. The rooms are much smaller and I find that big bulky, oversized pieces just don't work or fit. Going from 2,500 square feet to less than 1,000 means I got to buy all new stuff. Ikea was great because it fit the bill. Short-term and cheaper than most. Though, I must admit, I'm really impressed with the quality for the price. And I can now work a hex key like no other (I'm stealing that line from Kai). The only furniture we did ship was Will's crib and changing table. I'm so glad that we did because cribs, or cots as they are called here, are much shorter and styled differently than I had imagined his nursery.

We have what is called a semi-detached house. In Texas, it would probably be called a quadplex. Maybe in the northern states, it would also be called a house or maybe a row-house (think San Francisco or NYC), but not sure. Four houses share one roof. Well, the number varies, but in our case, it is four. Each house is individually owned, and each one has their own front and rear garden space. We are "semi" detached because our house is on the end. Also, I think it is called a house because we occupy both the lower and upper floors. I found out that a two-floor conversion (once a house, now two separate living spaces) is referred to as a flat. Detached houses are not as common, but I've noticed that a lot of the newer structures are detached. In London, detached is very rare and I'm sure for the very rich. In areas like Chiswick, what were once detached houses are mostly two-floor conversions... you know, flats.

We are enjoying our time here on the Tilt... and hope that a lot of you might get the opportunity to see our little place in person!

I'm not sure how many photos I can put on the blog, so I'm attaching a link to my flickr page:




Thursday, September 16, 2010

A Few Observations

I've been trying to remember to jot down things that, even though they aren't big things, are just kind of bizarre to Americans. At home in the US, I'm sure we have quirks and oddities that are just a way of life, not a second thought to it. But a foreigner might roll their eyes at and question it. Of course, I can't think of a single one... because we have it right. (I'm saying the word "sarcasm" in my sing-song voice, but not quite sure which font to use to get that point accross.)


(Or am I??)



DISCLAIMER: To any British friends (if they read this), these are not insults. Just differences and slight irritations. Insert winking face here.

I hate not being able to go to the grocery store late at night. At home, it was an early Sunday morning ritual. Though I was never a late shopper, I enjoyed having the convenience of shopping late if I wanted to or needed to (night before Thanksgiving comes to mind). But now because of a baby, I would prefer to go at night when Scott is home.
Unfortunately, the grocery stores close at 8:00PM (4:00PM on Sundays) and if you wait until closing time, odds are you won't get some items on your list because that stuff is G-O-N-E. There is one store called Tesco, in another village a short drive away, that advertises to be open 24-hours. However, we discovered that on Sunday, 24-hours means they close at 4PM and weekdays it means 10PM. WTH??
I also miss the convenience of one-stop-shopping. I mean, as a small business owner (at one time), I kind of appreciate the fact that the grocery stores in England aren't trying to dip into everyone else's business. However, when the other stores shut down at 5PM, it makes me not really give a crap. If the other stores want the business, they would extend their hours. Households with two working adults must really be out of luck, because I know they aren't getting home before 6PM. Oh, in things in London aren't much better. I think stores pretty much shut down at 7PM. I guess London is a town that sleeps.

Another thing that is slightly irritating is the tv selection. I'm noticing this more now that I'm in the house with an infant. We went with satellite to get the most channels, yet there is nothing on. I know, I know... we say this at home, too. But, there seems to be a lot of repeats. And I'm not talking replaying the shows once the season is over. I'm talking playing three episodes of one show, then seeing the same three on another channel and THEN the same three played on the first channel later that afternoon. And these are shows that probably have about ten seasons or more. I don't get it! Family Guy comes on at night, two episodes in a row. I can almost bet you twenty-dollars that if you watch it all week, you'll see at least one episode twice, maybe three times.

Still scratching my head at some of the way things are done with NHS. I now take Will in for bi-weekly weigh-ins. This is fine and dandy, but these clinics are once a week and about a 2-hour window. If you don't get an appointment, then you are driving to another village. Also, Will has his 8-week GP appointment in a couple weeks. But, I have to take him in for his weight and measurements the day before. They can't do this during his appointment?? I'm glad I'm not a working mom. Though, in the UK, I think there are no working moms at 8-weeks. They are fortunate that they get a very long maternity leave. Still completely freaked out about having to carry his records with me. What if I lose them? What if we have a house fire? What if a tornado blows through? What if the dog eats them??

Okay, gripes over. Here are the hearts:

Towel Warmers. Enough said.

Flowers are cheap. I buy flowers at the grocery store every week. For once in my life, I have fresh flowers on the table all the time. And this is coming from someone that has either owned a flower shop or worked in the industry. For all of her adult life.

I love how green it is here. And not just the grass outside... I'm talking about the environment. EVERYONE uses their own bags at the store.
If you don't compost, you have food bins to keep under your sink so that the county can compost your old food scraps - not filling up landfills with old food and putting it to good use. The selection of cleaning and everyday products that are enviro-friendly seem to be larger here than in the US. Garbage is only picked up every other week, so you either have to think of ways to cut back on garbage, or take it to the dump yourself. And that place was impressive. You have to sort your own waste so that as much can be recycled as possible.

Here are some of my new food loves. At our first farmers market, we discovered Anila's. Anila's has a really large selection of curries, pickles and sauces. My mother is hooked on her Chili Pickle. That stuff is hot. Finally, someone says something is hot and means it. My favorite is the Tindoori Pickle. I bought a jar and put it on everything. By day two, the jar was gone and I found myself on her website hunting down the other area markets she attends because I couldn't wait a month to get another jar. Here's her link:
Sweet corn season has hit. It seems really strange to be buying really fresh corn in late September. At home, this season is around July. But, it is SWEET and it is GOOD. Because I've rarely see it in the stores until now, we are having corn like once a week.
Custard. Wow. This stuff is good. Not at all what we call custard at home. It's a much thinner consistency. It tastes like warm vanilla pudding right off the stove. Except you buy it in a carton at the store, warm it and pour it over cake or fruit. I like it cold and could easily sit and eat the entire thing. I haven't yet, but I know I'm quite capable of it.

People, Americans and Brits, keep asking me what I miss most. Besides the obvious friends and family, I always draw a blank... so, I must not be missing that much. However, on occasion I think of things and I try to make note. I'll list a few now, and save some for future posts:
-a garbage disposal (yet, this contradicts my composting statement above)
-American toilets (some of you might know what I'm talking about, Willis)
-REAL shopping malls
-Nordstrom's shoe department
-Longhorn football - we have perfect football weather (even puts me in the mood)
-Seeing the Rangers play in person (of all years, dammit!! Thank goodness for ESPN-US)
-the MINI. Not liking the Peugeot driving experience.
-USDA beef (but, you can't beat the lamb here)
-Sprinkles, Marco's & Scotty P's.
-a sprayer on the kitchen sink

Like I said... just a few from my list (gripes, loves and misses). I'll save some for another date.
Let's see... it's 9:45AM. Let's see how long William might give me to get dressed this morning. I'm betting I get about 10-minutes before he decides he's hungry. I had better hurry!



Monday, September 13, 2010

Bopka & Pop




Just a quick update on our past week. My dad and step-mother came for a visit. Daddy and Pat arrived on Sunday and left the following Saturday. I was so afraid that they would not make the journey over. Pat hates to fly on long flights. My dad prefers the road trip, despite the fact that he served in the Air Force. Of course, that could be the reason. He discovered Southwest for quick trips to Albuquerque, but prior to that, I think his last flight might have been during his service years.

Scott and I decided to pick places to take the folks to that involved us going by car. With a baby, this is just the easiest way to go. I haven't maneuvered the train yet with a stroller, and I'm not looking forward to it. With most of our trips being by car, this also knocked London out (for all of us to go). Scott is an excellent driver, but even he refuses to drive in London. And as for me... let's just say that I haven't tapped my side mirrors on anyone else's car, but that doesn't mean I'm ready for London driving, either. So, we chose Windsor Castle and Bath as our two day trips. Windsor was great and I highly recommend it, as long as it's times where the Queen IS NOT there. From what I understand, the state rooms are not open during her presence. And those are what you want to see. Bath was a very pretty town, and of course there are the Roman Baths. But, my favorite part was the drive there. The stretch between the highway and the actual town was amazing. I'm ready to go back with my camera.
Scott took Daddy and Pat into London for a day while I stayed home with William. It sounds like they saw a lot of things in one day and I think their favorite part was Abbey Road. It was one of the few things my dad requested to see and I'm so glad they made it up there. And yes, they took pictures crossing the street.

I'm so glad that Daddy and Pat got to see William before he got much older. Even though my dad is already a grandfather, he's glad there's finally a boy to "take on all those girls." Talk of golf lessons are already on the table and I'm sure the first set of clubs will be in Will's near future. Grandparents are great and it's nice to have them here to help out. I'm sure William will enjoy his stays at Bopka & Pop's. That poor tire swing and Pop will never get a break.

And William. Wow. He is changing so fast! He has started to become a little animated. Working up his first smile - and then pulling it off for real! I got pictures of the event... and can I tell you that I have to look at that picture all the time. It melts my heart. If I weren't in love with him before, then I am now. He doesn't sleep much during the day, and somehow that prevents Mommy from getting much done. Some days that includes getting dressed. I keep promising myself morning walks, but somehow snuggling in bed sounds a little better. Mornings are getting a little nippy and babies are just so warm.





Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Blue Day


It has been a sad day for me. Today was the day that I had to wave good-bye to my mother and watch her leave our place in the back of a cab. It was a good-bye that was filled with tears and promises that October will be here soon.
Prior to this move, I've never lived more than 30-minutes from my mother's doorstep. And though there were times where a few weeks might have gone by without seeing each other, there were usually daily phone calls.
At least I moved in an age where communication is easy and cheap. Thank goodness for internet and video chats... if not, I don't think I would have been able to leave home.

My mother arrived a month ago and Mark was here for the last week. His return flight was on Sunday, my mother's followed today (two days later). I know it was hard for my mother to leave, she's already so attached to William. And of course, I feel terribly guilty for FINALLY giving her a grandchild, but then moving half way across the world to do it. I'm really starting to think about when I would like to move home. Though I am finally to a point that I am enjoying life here, I'm still homesick on occasion(s). Plus, I don't want William to miss out on the opportunity to get to know his family and friends.

I get to go through all of this happiness and sadness again in September when my father and step-mother arrive. It's so great to see family and friends, but is terribly sad when they leave. It makes you realize how much you love these people and how much you want to see them more often.

Scott has officially gone back to work. And I am officially alone with this little baby to tend to during the day. Luckily, William is a good baby and is making this parenting thing seem pretty easy to get the hang of. I hope he's not waiting to spring something on me, like colic...

Tomorrow, I plan to get things done. Cleaning house, for one. Scott has been great about helping out, but with two dogs and open windows - things get dusty in a hurry. I had planned to do these things today, but decided a nap with Will on my chest sounded better. A perfect way to celebrate his two-week birthday, I think.


Thursday, August 5, 2010

They Don't Call it Labor for Nothing


Announcing the birth of our son, William Ross Cooper! Will was born on Tuesday, August 3rd. He came in at 9 lbs. 3 ozs. Measuring 22-inches long. Like the rest of our pregnancy adventure, he did not make things easy. But, he's here and perfect and that's all that matters.
But, to have something to write about, I'll share anyway.

Saturday (July 31st, our due date), I awoke at 5:45AM to realize that my water had broke. So, I got up and called the hospital where I was instructed to come in to be checked out. Upon arrival, they monitored me for contractions and baby movement. Baby was fine, but I wasn't having any contractions yet. So, I was sent home until the three-in-ten rule (3 strong contractions in 10-minutes). However, if I had not started any by Monday morning, I was to call at 8:00AM and they would tell me what time to come in for an induction. This particular hospital's policy was 48-hours to allow for natural labor to set in.

The next two days were the longest ever. I kept imagining that labor was setting in, but of course, it never did. My mother and I picked blackberries and made a cobbler for the Tilt Road Neighborhood Party, but really hoping that we might would have to miss it. But, by the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, still no labor, so we went. It was a nice time, and met some of our neighbors. It's so strange to be able to tell people that ask when the baby is due, "Yesterday, but he'll be here tomorrow." Oh, and our blackberry cobbler was a hit.

We made it to Monday morning and called the hospital. They told us to come in now. I guess it was a slow morning and they had arranged a spot for me. When we arrived, they put us in a labor room and after about an hour and a half, they gave me a tablet of Pitocin to get my contractions started. Then we were told we could wander around and do whatever we wanted. So, we did, eventually ending up in the restaurant for lunch. At that point I could tell that contractions were beginning and by that evening, I was at about 1-2 minutes apart. I was given an exam, thinking that I would be at maybe a 7 or 8cm, but to my disappointment, I was at a big fat zero. Turns out that the Pitocin can cause severe cramping that mimics contractions. So, they discussed giving me an injection of Pethedine. Up until this point, I was just using my TENS machine. A quick note on the TENS. I found it to be helpful. Maybe relief isn't the word, but it definitely gave your mind and body something else to feel to distract it from the other pain. Not completely effective, but great for early contractions.
Okay, back to the Pethedine. In our NCT course, we learned about it. I had said I did not want to use Pethadine in my birth plan. Why? Pethedine is morphine-based, and morphine makes me sick, sick, sick. Also, it crosses the placenta and most times leads to a sleepy baby at birth. Today, you want a responsive baby if you plan to do the skin-to-skin interaction to encourage nursing right away. But, for me, honestly... it was the idea of how nauseated I get on morphine. The midwives explained that this early in labor, the drug would already be out of the baby's system allowing him to be alert. They also mixed in something to keep me from getting sick. So, I agreed. Pain will make you do a lot of things, I would totally cave at an interrogation.

Pethedine... oh yeah, another side effect??? It can start REAL contractions after you've had Pitocin. So, yeah.. I got no pain relief from Pethedine. BUT, with real contractions and a few hours later, another exam and this time... I was at 4cm!! So, after about 12-hours of all of this, I was ready for an epidural. Around 1:00AM I got one. BEST DRUG EVER! I can't believe that I even considered giving it a go without it. This allowed me to somewhat sleep through the rest of the night and continue on the next day. By the next morning, I had progressed to 7cm. About three hours later, what should have been a 10 (or at least some movement forward), it was still at 7cm. That's when the doctor suggested I think about a c-section. We weighed the pros and cons, and after about thirty-minutes of discussing it, went with it. The baby's head was already swelling, and I didn't want to put any stress on him.
I was awake during the entire procedure. Normally, my epidural should have been topped off a little heavier and then they would proceed, but I was still having some sensations in my legs, so they did another spinal. It took them about 45-minutes to prep me, and then they went and got Scott.
I made him sit there and talk to me the entire time because I didn't want to hear any conversation or focus on the tugging that was going on. But, about five-minutes later, I heard a screaming of a baby and Scott stood up to look. Told me he was a big baby... which I didn't think he would be. And then I heard, "nine-pounds, three-ounces." Holy cow!

After a few hours in recovery, I was able to score a private room (at a cost, but totally worth it). There Will and I spent the next three days patiently waiting out our stay, both ready to go home. Though everyone was extremely friendly, it was time to go. I did get a little choked up saying good-bye to our midwife, Kim. She was there through the birth of Will. Through a lot of my labor, c-section and then again on Friday when she came up to do our check-up. I'm very impressed with midwife care and would definitely consider it at home. Though my birth plan didn't go as planned, I still think it was an excellent experience and one that I don't think I'll ever forget. I can now hold this over William's head for the rest of my life when he's naughty, "I was in labor with you for twenty-nine hours..."






Saturday, July 31, 2010

The Beginning of the End

Well, I guess it's the beginning of the end of my pregnancy. I woke up at 5:45 this morning, slightly stirred and then Uh OH!... my water broke. No contractions, though. So, we got up, called the midwife at the hospital. She suggested that we come in just to check things out, so we did... and as I suspected, they suggested that we go home to wait things out. A few hours later and I'm still having no contractions. Instead, I'm sitting here, catching up on facebook and a few other forums that I follow. My mother is possibly more ready than I am because her days spent with the baby are numbered before heading back to the States. However, she is passing the time with numerous projects... one being this cute little cell phone cover we saw in a magazine. She has taken the idea and fled with it, I think she's on number three or four now! So, if you have an iphone and want a funny little animal cover, I think she might have one for you.

We are thinking of getting up and making a blackberry pie. We discovered that wild blackberries are EVERYWHERE and we see no one picking them. But, that didn't stop us from picking a giant bowl of them. The neighborhood we live in is having a party tomorrow and we had planned to attend (you know... if I was home and able). The tickets said to bring a dish and a bottle of wine, so our dish was going to be this "local" blackberry pie/cobbler. Guess if we don't get to go, then I'll just have to eat it by myself. Not sure if I can handle that one (says the one that might now have permanently stained purple teeth and tongue)!

Oh, back to the baby. If I don't have contractions by Monday morning, then I go in to be induced. So, I guess I had better get off my butt and get moving... try to move this along as naturally as possible. Hopefully the next time I post, it will be about my birth experience (not to graphic, of course) in the UK.




Tuesday, July 20, 2010

"I'm Never Moving Again"

I said those words the last time we moved.... and almost five years later, I had to pack up that entire house and put it all in storage. Five years to the date, I was unpacking and assembling new Ikea furniture at our new place in Cobham, Surrey, UK.

Yes, that's right... we are finally in our new place!! I can't believe it. We took possession on the 12th, and lived off a air mattress and two camp chairs for about three days until our Ikea shipment arrived on the 15th. My mother's flight arrived on the 14th, so if you do the math, you know that one of us slept on the floor for a night. And no, it wasn't me or my mother.

Seventeen Ikea furniture boxes plus the about fifteen we shipped from home, two rather larger orders from John Lewis, three trips to the local recycling center and a week later, I think we have EVERYTHING in its place. Yes, I still need a few things for the walls and maybe a few things on the mantels, but... that will come with a little time. I can't keep things sparse for long. No matter how long I try or want to keep it that way. It's in my blood.
And as much as I've said I'm not shipping anything home when we move back... well, I don't think that will happen. I'm already in love with a few things that I've purchased and I can completely envision them in our Dallas house.
We've found the local "Home Depot" which is a store called B&Q (What can you do? - their slogan). and purchased a grill, some plants and more rods for the closets and wardrobes. So, I would say that we are settling in quite nicely.
My only frustration is that my separate dryer (you know, one of the reasons I fell in love with this place) is not working. The landlord has already sent someone out to repair it, but the guy's fix only lasted a few days (which he warned me could happen - and if so, then he would come back and replace a part). So, I'm living the British life. Hanging laundry on a little rack. Of course the dryer decides to break on the day that I decide to start washing all the little man's duds.
Speaking of little man, he's not here yet. He did what he was told, stayed put until we got moved. I hope this is a sign of future years and that he always listens to mom and dad!
We met with a midwife yesterday and all is normal and we are getting close. We've also toured the hospital we will be giving birth at, Epsom Hospital. It's a smaller place with fewer births than some of the other hospitals in the area. I'm looking forward to all the attention from the midwives, I think. I wouldn't be surprised if I were the only one giving birth at the time. During our visit, there was only one room occupied. My mother said it sounded like Henderson Memorial... where I was born. I was the only baby in the nursery, so no mistaking me for someone else's child.
Well, time to get up from here and get more laundry out in the fresh open air. Hint of sarcasm on that one...
I think in my next blog I'm going to point out the things in our house that I like, and things that are completely ridiculous. Still trying to Americanize everything.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Am I Jinxing It?

If I tell you that we are moving into our new place on Monday?? Man, I hope not. But, there you have it. Monday, July 12th at 11:00AM. Fourteen days later than we were originally told. I'm not bitter, anymore. I'm just ready.

"We have so much time and so little to do! Strike that, reverse it." -Willy Wonka

Our weekends are filled with trying to get things purchased. The hard part is deciding what we need as soon as we get there and what can wait a couple days. The problem with buying it now is that we have to move it and get it out to Cobham. So far, we have 2 suitcases, 1 large suitcase, 1 huge duffle bag, 3 boxes that came ground shipment from home, one HUGE box of linen items that I ordered here, an air mattress (in a box), assorted grocery items, 3 large bags of accumulated items, 2 large dog crates and two smaller dogs. Okay... not a lot, really. But, it is a lot if we think we are going to get it all in a cab! Guess we are going to have to contact "a guy in a van" type operation.

We did make another large purchase this week and it is waiting on us in Cobham. We bought the one thing that I didn't think we would need living in London. But, I guess since we aren't technically in London, we found it to be a necessity. Yes, that's right... I've joined the ranks of other mothers and we are now the proud owner of a station wagon.
Okay... it's not a station wagon, it's a four-door hatch. I guess it's as close to a station wagon as we get these days. But hey... it's not a mini van, therefore, I'm still somewhat a cool mom.
If you care to look it up, we bought a 2003 Peugeot 307. Not my dream car, but it fits our needs for now.
If you know me, you know I love the driving experience... not sure this is going to do it for me long term, but not knowing how long our stay was, we weren't willing to buy new. Also, since this isn't my baby (the car) I won't really get upset if Baby spits up all over this car or spills his cheerios everywhere.

Anyway with this purchase, you are probably asking why we don't transport our own stuff to Cobham. Well, I'll tell you... I'm not going to let my first drive on the wrong side of the road be IN London. I need a little time to get used to the idea of getting in on the wrong side of the car and driving on the left side of the road. See? Even typing that, I had to stop and think about what side they drive on. RIGHT, people!!! IT SHOULD BE RIGHT!! I also need time to learn all the crazy street markings. Once again (like a lot of things here), it's not simplified.

And if you're wondering if I need a license to drive here, well I do. So do you! The good thing is that your US license works for a year. And that's a year from your arrival date. After that you do have to get a UK drivers license. From what I understand it's a pretty tough program, but once you have it, you have for life (or maybe until your 70 - or whichever comes first).

Other big things... my mother arrives on Wednesday the 14th. Our Ikea shipment arrives the very next day. So, I hope she's in the mood to assemble furniture. I can't wait to see my mother. This is one of the longest separations we've ever had. Thank goodness for video chat. I hope I have enough time to show her around town a little before the baby decides to arrive. I have been making a list of a few places to show her.

I'll share one, now. The Borough Market. This is actually our favorite market, and we hit it regularly on our last visit here. So far in the last two months, I've only hit it once. Not sure why, though. If you are a foodie, this is foodie heaven. I know both my parents will enjoy it, but the main reason I want to go is to buy Burnt Sugar. My facebook friends already know about this, as I've gone on and on about it. But, it Burnt Sugar is a taste from my past - yet, I didn't know it or expect it to be. Bought a little on a whim.
Have you ever had one of those?? A taste that you always remember??? You can taste it so vividly in your mind no matter how long it's been since you've had it??? Well, for me I have about three of those. Things that I can still taste, but can't have or find, but it's permanently embedded in my brain and taste buds. One is my grandmother's Lebanese bread. I've found close, but just not quite. The other is cherry Certs. Why don't they make those anymore?? And the third... one of my most favorite flavors in the world... the little praline squares that were found in the bottom of the chip basket at Monterrey House. Well, guess what. I've found that flavor, and it turns out it's in the form of burnt sugar.
They call it fudge here, but it is in no way close to what we call fudge. Number one, it's not chocolate. Number two, it's not a fudgey texture (well, fudge that is made the right way, anyway). And three, it's pralines from Monterrey House - plain and simple! I bought a few squares (see? squares!) just to see what they were all about. Later, Scott and I tried a bite - I just couldn't believe what I was tasting. Scott agreed - it's the same! I'm so excited!
So, I plan to take my mother back and stock up. I know she'll want a bag, too - and so will just about anyone in my family. I think I'm seeing some future Christmas presents here!
I know it's crazy to get so excited over something, but it's been over twenty years since I've been able to find that flavor for real... now that I have, I hope I don't ruin it by tasting it too often - but, I really don't think that's possible.

Here's the link for those that might be at the Borough Market and grew up on Monterrey House:
It's the one called Crumbly Fudge with Sea Salt.

Our weeks have been filled with finishing up antenatal courses and hospital visits in the country (making it an almost all day event). We did celebrate the 4th at a picnic event hosted by one of the overseas political parties. It was great to have a REAL hotdog, REAL yellow mustard and whoopie pie! Also for this coming weekend, Scott has purchased tickets to go to Kew Gardens for a picnic and a Queen cover band. Sounds like a fun time, actually. This will be our last chance to do nothing for a few weeks and I'm looking forward to it.

Hopefully the next time I post it will be from the beautiful village of Cobham!!


Monday, June 28, 2010

Making Room for Baby

Yes, I'm making room for baby's exit. I've started all my little exercises that are supposed to aide in a faster or easier delivery. I also have raspberry tea extract on hand, but can't bring myself to take it. I've also started the process of gathering items for my hospital suitcase. I'm still surprised with some of the items, but I'll get to that in a minute.

Where am I learning all of these things??
From our NCT antenatal class.

What else have I learned??
I'm not ready for this birth thing.

Our class consists of two Saturdays and one half day for the ladies. So far, we've made it through one Saturday. This is actually a neat program. The NCT (National Children's Trust) offers antenatal, postnatal and breastfeeding courses. The classes are very small and the people in the class are based on where you live and your due date. Our class is made up of six couples. Unfortunately because we were not able to sign up at the beginning of our pregnancy, we were put in a class with a group that is in a different area. It's close (by Texas standards), but they will all be delivering in a different hospital than we will. However, I hope that we will walk away with a few friends. One of the main reasons I wanted to sign up for this course versus something that was offered by the NHS.

Our instructor seems like a great lady and very familiar with practices in other countries. She has spent several years in the States and Australia, as well as other countries (you see how well I take notes in class). I was glad to have someone that was familiar with the process that we are used to - well, not from personal experience, but from what we used to as a nation and from what my friends have always told me. Also, the baby book I've been following over the course of the pregnancy is a US book.
Based on all that, this is what I would expect with a US delivery (I'm sure my friends that are mommies will step in and correct me). Labor starts, drive to hospital, get in a bed, wait for a 3cm, get an epidural, sigh of relief, stay in bed, doctor comes in and catches the baby. I know it's not easy, but very straight forward - it's the norm in the US.
Here, they really encourage you to stay on your feet or knees. They supply those giant exercise balls, birthing pools and beds that sectioned into three parts to allow your tailbone to point down. It all makes sense, really. I mean, let gravity help out, right? Plus the position of your tailbone when lying down creates a barrier for the baby to "escape."
Although I'm in total agreement with all of this, part of me wants to just be in the bed, strapped to machines. Not on all fours or on my knees.
Because they suggest you be on your knees or feet during labor, epidurals are not as common here. Less than 50% of the women in the UK have them. The main form of pain relief is happy gas and a TENS machine.
I'm sure most of you are familiar with happy gas. Should I be shocked that Scott and I were the only ones in the class that raised our hands when asked "Who here has tried it?" No, but I kind of was. Yes, happy gas the same stuff you get at the dentist. Except it's not free-flowing, it's self-administered through a tube that is breathed it in like an inhaler. And not that reassuring as a form of pain relief, if you ask me...
A TENS machine is a device that you attach on either side of your spine in various locations on you back. It sends electric signals that after about 30-minutes to an hour allows your brain to stop receiving the signal of pain from your contractions. It's very common and most pharmacies and hospitals rent them to you about 3-weeks prior to your due date. You must start these at home when your contractions begin because it can take so long to block the signal. Also, this should go without saying, but you should remove it if you plan to have a water birth.
I'm not totally convinced I want an epidural, but I am so relieved that it is an option for me. I was extremely worried that it wouldn't be offered.

Our instructor keeps mentioning how long the average labors of first time mothers are. This is also something that is stressing me out, a bit. I hope I'm as lucky as my mother and sister-in-law. Only a few hours of labor (or less) and then it's over.

Oh, yeah... the suitcase. Here are things that we are asked to bring to the hospital. I'm only going to list the things that I would have expected the hospital to provide or that I just couldn't figure out:
Comfortable clothes (that you deliver in - like a hospital gown)
ice (yes, ice), bring your own ICE.
wash cloth
bendy straws - I thought those were almost exclusive to hospitals
hot water bottle or heating pad
breast pads and other "ladies things" for after baby's birth
towels, your own towels

For baby:
diapers (errrr, nappies)
baby hat (wasn't that always a cute souvenir from the hospital??)
cotton balls (cotton wool, here)
olive oil (wth?? are we cooking up something??)

Surprising what the hospitals don't provide here. But, again... who knows what the hospitals in the US are charging insurance companies for a nappy and cotton balls. All I know is that I might have to pack TWO suitcases to hold all this crap. I take less stuff when I go on vacation!

So, I guess I'll have more to report after our next class, which I guess involves what to do after you have this little creature. And after your mother leaves you to go back home.



OH! I totally forgot to mention how surprised I am at how well Scott is doing in this class. I mean, I'm not surprised that he's doing well... but, that he actually seems glad that he's gone. This is someone that wouldn't even watch some birth show on tv. I think he's taken more away from the class than I have and I know he'll be the one to remind me of all the things we've learned. He's definitely the rock in our little family, and this is event is no exception.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Changes

When my mother spent some time in India she said she enjoyed it so much more when she decided to stop thinking of ways that the country needed to change. Of course she was referring to piles of garbage heaped on the ground and people urinating freely in the streets.

I realize, too, that I keep wanting to change things here. But, I guess if it were like home then I might as well have stayed put. However, I think if I could implement just a couple of changes, I could possibly become a gazillionaire.

The first is something like an MLS and a CCS service when it comes to real estate. When we told Erryl, our estate agent, how things worked at home when it came to real estate listings and showings, he was blown away at how much easier it was on everyone involved.
I've mentioned this before, but here if you want to view a property, you must call the listing agent or listing company to view it. The person looking to buy the property pays the estate agent fees, too - which kind of stinks because after a day of showing you HIS listed properties and you go with something else, he's SOL... some other agent gets the money. Erryl especially loved the idea of CCS (centralized showing service), since they don't have key boxes here, the listing agent meets you at every single property to let you in. CA-RAZY.

The other thing that I would like to introduce here is this fantastic, new device called a fax machine. Oh, and email, too.
Actually, most of the UK probably knows what it is, but the NHS has no clue. Yes, yes... I've been pretty hard on the NHS, and today is no exception.
Did you know that here, you keep your own medical records??? And if I'm traveling (being pregnant), I should have my records on me at all times??? This is incase I have to go to another hospital while away - or have to go to an ER not at my assigned hospital. I have to admit, I feel kind of naughty being able to look over my own records, but that's not the point.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that when a hospital has to post a banner stating that they are "open 24-hours for you" that I also shouldn't be surprised when they can't make a phone call or a use the fax to get information. Simple things that could remedy the situation of someone keeping their records on them at all times.
The other reason I bring this up is that I did get in with my future hospital. This is the hospital that is closest to where we will be living. I guess getting out of the hectic city, they aren't quite as busy and bookings go much faster. YES! And, I must say that they are super friendly. However, I had to go through the exact same 2-hour question and answer list that I had just completed at another hospital two weeks ago. Seems like there could be some kind of computer link for a "national" healthcare. But, that would just be too easy. Now, I have to go back in to meet an OB... which I just did at the other hospital last week. Wouldn't it be easier AND save money to just have that other OB fax over the blood work results instead of taking another pint of my blood?? Guess not. Maybe they are stockpiling blood for vampires... yes, that craze has hit here, too.
But, like I said... if I didn't want to experience something new and different, I could have stayed home.
The good news is that everything is still normal (a whole week later). Scott and I start an antenatal class this Saturday. Not sure I'm ready to know about all this labor and delivery stuff. But, I do think that the midwives seem to offer a more supportive environment than what we are used to at home. And though I'm not really looking forward to the actually birthing process, I think I'm glad I'll be able to experience with a midwife. And for my parents... yes, it's in a hospital and yes there are doctors incase of emergencies.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Another Snag... (and I don't mean the one on my sweater)

I should have known that things were moving along too smoothly. I was beginning to accept life here and that things were finally working to our favor.
Yesterday started out great. Although it started out waiting over 2 hours in at the antenatal clinic at St. Mary's hospital, we did get to see a doctor and got a scan (sonogram). Oh, and that was with an appointment. But, everything is normal and on schedule. Baby's weight has me a little concerned that we might be ahead of schedule. Shoot.
After a quick bite at a Lebanese sidewalk cafe, we headed out to Ikea to do some shopping for the new house. In fact, we got most of the furniture ordered with the exception of the dining room - which has to be picked up in store (well, purchased in-store, but can be locally delivered). So, after a long day of decision making, we headed back to the hotel to put our feet up. Shopping is definitely hard work, and if you've never been to Ikea, just compare it to walking about 10-miles through a winding maze, with no quick way to really get to what you need.
If you'll remember, our move date is June 28th, about a week and a couple days from now. However, yesterday evening, Scott received an email from the relocation company that the current tenant will not be able to leave the premises as early as promised. It could now be as late as July 15th. It appears that the property she is buying has hit a snag. And once again, I'm appalled at how the system works here.
To be fair, she did originally say the date in July, but when we asked if the property would be available earlier, we were told a quick "yes, June 28th." The entire reason we didn't go with a property in Chiswick that, to be honest, we could probably be in by now. Although promised a date, it seems that she still has the right to remain in the property. Leaving us in the hotel another two plus weeks.
Let me explain why this is so disheartening. One... my mother arrives the day before we can now move into our new place. Two... we just ordered a couple thousand pounds (£ not lbs, well... it could be lbs) of furniture to be delivered a day or two after our promised date. Three... and the biggest, we now only have a week, maybe two, to get things moved and assembled before I give birth. Oh, and this could slow down me getting in with the hospital in that area, so... I may just be "popping in" to give birth, without having seen the facility or met a midwife or doctor there. Hopefully I can get in, because if I just pop in, and they are busy, I think I'm shuffled off to another place. I might have that wrong, but I've read of such nightmares.

There is a chance that we can take possession before this date, but I've really lost all hope that it will happen. Let's just say that I'm definitely not holding my breath.
I feel so bad having my mother show up, only to assemble furniture and to help set up a house. She just moved herself. I feel terrible that I will not be as able to assist in moving things around because I'm sure by that point I won't want to leave the sofa. I really hope that "MINI" decides to stay put until his delivery date. Because if he doesn't, he will only have one outfit, one blanket and the pram from his stroller to sleep in. Unfortunately, the rest of his items are in our ground shipment, which arrives to our new place when we do.

So, what have I learned so far??

Don't move to England when you are unable or don't have time to deal with snags. Move there before you get pregnant, or have children, don't bring or acquire any pets, bring a good sense of humor (which I think I've left in the US) and bring Mylanta. You'll need it.


Sunday, June 6, 2010

The Sun is Shining

...and in more ways than one!
Yes, the weather has been sunny and warm (well, with the exception of expected rain today). Yesterday was quite muggy and felt a little like home, except about 20 degrees cooler. I was definitely surprised to find a tan line on my feet at the end of the day. I didn't think that was possible around here, especially since every other ad on tv is for spray on tanner.

Two other reasons the sun is shining on us is.... drumroll, please....

YES! We found a place to live!! What a huge relief. It was between an attached house in Cobham, or a below ground floor flat in Chiswick. The Chiswick flat was great, except for the kitchen. I think a 3-year old designed the layout. Also, the garden was not terribly large, and with it being below ground level, we didn't think we would have much air flow during the summer months. I know I've mentioned this before, but you have to think about noises and airflow when windows are open because on warm days, windows are all you've got. Well, that and a fan.
I've mentioned Cobham before, but I'll remind you why it's always a debate... it's in the country. Not a bad thing, we like the country... but, it is about a 45-minute commute for Scott. However, we've been told that even areas like Chiswick can be the same amount of time if the tube lines are down (which is often with some lines). To get to Cobham, Scott will take the overland train. Faster speeds and fewer stops means about 15-minutes longer than a normal commute to Chiswick. We hope. However, Scott has the ability to work from home a few days a week. Good for him, good for me, good for bonding time with junior.
The house is great! The only downfall is that it is a two-bedroom place. So, for all you visitors, we will either have a sleeper sofa for you or an awesome, large, tall air mattress. I've heard they've made great advances with the air mattresses, so I may go that route. The plus (and I would really be lying if I said these things did not factor in on my decision) is that there is a washer AND a separate dryer!!!!! HOLY COW!! I stopped dead in my tracks the moment I noticed that. I think everyone knew that this place was it. Also, we will have a nice large side-by-side American refrigerator, another rarity!!! Not that we keep a lot of food in the house, but we do like COLD beverages and this way we won't have to keep restocking the fridge! Unlike the dorm room fridges in the other places. Other features were a large garden and a large green area in front of the house. Also, a large green field across the street, and friendly people that greet you as they ride by on their bicycles. It's about a 15-minute walk to the high street and about the same to the train station. We will have a really easy drive to Heathrow to pick up any guests that fly in. And of course, we're already shopping for a car. The high street in Cobham has a lot of the same shops that you find in any other area of London. Also in Cobham is an American school, so I've heard the American population is pretty high. Cobham is home to Scott's favorite football club's training facility, Chelsea. I've heard several of the players and wags live there (not that I care, but some of you might think that's cool). Also, Cobham is very close to the large estate homes where John Lennon, Ringo Starr and other rock legends lived in the 60s and 70s. Several other "villages" of about the same size, some larger, are all within a 5-minute drive of Cobham. Have I sold you on it, yet??
I know we are farther out than we planned, and guests may not be as excited about that, but I think they will enjoy winding down in Cobham at the end of a busy day in town.

The other good news?? Well, we finally have an appointment with a midwife. Can you believe it?? About three weeks ago, I did an online self-referral to another hospital in London. They scheduled me in for the 9th of June. I have mixed feelings. Though I'm glad and it is at the hospital I wanted, I know I will have to start the process over, again. I think this hospital is a stretch to get to when we move. However, I've been told that hospitals outside of town are much more accommodating because they aren't as crowded. In fact, Epsom (the hospital I would probably go to when we move) has a walk-in antenatal clinic. Yay!! I hope to get a scan soon (sonogram). We haven't seen the little one for quite some time, now. But, he reminds me throughout the day that his arrival is getting close. He has kicking and hiccuping sessions multiple times. Most big movements seem to be around midnight. It's kind of funny to see your stomach make sudden jolts all on it's own. I know very soon those movements will be gone because it's getting close to the time where he will be too big to move around much. Not looking forward to the foot in the ribcage stage.

Our moving date is at the end of June. I hope that the next few weeks fly by faster than any other. In the meantime, I'm making my list of furniture items and doing some online shopping. I think we'll have to plan a trip to Ikea... but, perhaps during the week. You'll know what I mean if you've ever been to Ikea on a weekend.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Feeling Kind of Guilty

Yes, I'm feeling a little guilty after yesterday's post. I mean, yes things are getting down to the wire, and yes I hate NHS and yes... we still don't have a home. But, I've neglected to mention some of the things we have done over the last week or two. Just so people know it's not all doom and gloom. Everyday.

If I've gained any weight, I am blaming it on my pregnancy. It's definitely not because of all the great restaurants we've found. Actually, I think I'm doing well... not that I've had access to a midwife to tell me these things. Shoot, there I go again.
Anyway, so far my favorite place is great for mexican food. It's called Wahaca. If this place were at home, I'm sure it would be the correct spelling of Oaxaca. Besides that one little irritating factor, this place is awesome. They have a great menu, using in-season veg, local meats and the freshest of dairy products. You can order a traditional dinner with sides or they have a tapas-style selection. Awesome! A great way to sample different things and getting a taste of what they are all about. We've been there twice, so far. My favorite is the new potato taquito, topped with a salad of lettuce, feta, tomatoes and a spicy sauce.
While we are on mexican food, I'll also mention that Cafe Pacifico was as close to TexMex as we will find. I had the cheese enchiladas... I mean, you can't get more TexMex than that, so a great meal for judging. Recently opened is a Chipotle, with more to come (I have this on good authority) and Cantina Laredo will be opening in a few weeks. So, sounds like the Tex Mex bug has bit London.
We've had some great Middle Eastern food at a place down the road called Nar. It was hard to pinpoint what nationality the menu was, so I'm just going to say Mediterranean. There were a few Lebanese items as well as Greek and Turkish. I always prefer Lebanese food in London to home. The lamb is so delicious in the dishes where I am used to beef (the all-American substitute). This, of course, cannot include the foods that my grandmother cooked. Her cooking still reigns supreme. Beef or not.
There is a great little pub down the road from where we are staying. It's called The Rose. I wouldn't consider it a gastropub, but they seem to pay great attention to the food they serve. We frequent this place at least once a week. Good pub grub and gourmet, alike.

In Clapham Common, the place I now know I would like to live, has a great high street. Loads of vendors... flowers, seafood, olives, nuts, veg. And great stores like a local cheesemonger, clothing, TKMaxx (yes, tK). This place is also known as Nappy Valley. You know... diapers. Looks like a great place to have a little one AND a social life.
One day we went to the Museum of London. Recently re-opened this past week with an entire new wing. It starts with London... before it was London, goes through Londinium, middle ages, black death, fire, rebirth, war, war, right on up through the current day. Very interesting and fairly interactive bits for children. Especially in the new wing.

We journeyed out to Kew Gardens and spent a few hours there. We also became members, so that we can take visiting guests. Also... the places we are looking to live are close in proximity to Kew and we hope to be able to go often. Kew is HUGE. In fact, we didn't even cover much, though we were there forever. We are saving the treetop walkway for another visit, but it's something that we both can't wait for. Perhaps a weekday trip when the park isn't so busy. Kew is the home of the world's oldest pot plant... in case you needed a bit of trivia today.

So far my favorite place that we've visited is The Chelsea Flower Show. This is a HUGE event that happens once a year in London. The Queen even attends the day before it opens. There is also a daily hour-long television show during the entire week of Chelsea. We went on Friday, the day before it ended. Which, I found to be a great day to go. I learned a lot about the flower show from the televised show... so I went in only to be MORE impressed knowing the amount of work that goes into it. There are about 20 gardens on display. They are very large gardens, too. These are planned for about 15 mos, grown in a location, dug up, transported and replanted at Chelsea. And I'm talking real trees. Not the little wimpy trees you buy at Lowes to plant in your yard. I mean TREES. Full grown trees. On display were also Urban Gardens for smaller spaces. These were more artistic and whimsical, but still impressive. What talents. We also walked through a massive pavilion where nurseries show of their newest varieties of plants but all displayed artistically. And probably my favorite, though the smallest was a pavilion of floral design. You can tell, in all areas of this show, that these people are masters of their art.
I have also signed up for and attended a crochet class. A girl from NY teaches it at a yarn store on Carnaby St. For those of you that know sixties fashion, you will know this is where it all started. Neat area, containing one of my all time favorite London stores (though I can't afford it), Liberty. Anyway, the class was fun and I can't wait to go this week. Actually, I'm the only one crocheting, everyone else is learning to knit. So far, I've learned to chain stitch. I've got a long way to go.

We keep trying to get to the Golden Hind, but either we decide to go on a day where they are closed for lunch or we aren't in the area. Drew says this is the BEST place for fish and chips. Urban Spoon seems to agree with him. I'll let you know!

Here are some links to places mentioned:

Also, if you want to see some of my photos from around London, here is my flickr site:



Monday, May 31, 2010

Unlucky in London

WARNING: If you want to read something upbeat and positive, then don't read this post. I'm having a Negative Nancy Day about life here in the UK.
I'm not like this ALL the time, though Scott might tell you differently. However, on days where we have to deal with housing or baby, it pretty much ruins my day.

Yep that's right, we DID NOT get the flat. So, the search starts again sometime this week. Thursday, I believe.
Oh, you want to hear the reason??? Apparently the landlord thinks that her property is not large enough for our longterm needs. And do you think we were ever asked what kind of lease we wanted to sign?? No. Of course not. I'm too tired and frustrated to research the laws in the UK, but pretty sure this is not a reason that would fly back at home OR here. She said her current tenant was leaving for the same reason, she outgrew the place with a child. I was told by the estate agent that the tenant had been there for four years. Pretty good run if you ask me. So... strike two. Either the next is "third one's a charm" or "strike three, you're out." I'm in a pessimistic mood today, so you can probably tell which way I think it will go.
...and all of this took over two-weeks to find out. More time wasted.

Here's a topic I've managed not to write much on. NHS. I've been waiting for a happy ending so that I can post and have something positive to say, but looks like that may not happen anytime soon. So why take a sourpuss thread and turn it around, now???
For those that are not aware, the UK offers NHS (National Healthcare System). Free healthcare for all!! Just don't be in a hurry.
We do have private healthcare through Scott's company, and though we knew it wouldn't cover childbirth, we've recently found out that it doesn't really cover bupkis. If memory serves, that was from his HR person at this branch (minus the word "bupkis"). Yes, that's right... it does nothing. It might get you to the front of the line in an emergency, but for all needs, you must go through NHS or pay to get your own doctor.
My last visit with my doctor at home took place the week we left. I was in his office every two weeks for blood pressure observations and having my fibroids measured via sonogram every month.
I thought once we got here that in two weeks, I would begin my search for a GP. Giving myself plenty of time. The GP is the general doctor you go to for everything. Then if it's out of his hands, he refers you to someone else. In my case, a midwife and hospital.
To get in with a clinic and GP, you must have a permanent address here in the UK. So, knowing that they might ask for this, I asked the hotel to write me a letter stating that this is my permanent address and the date I moved in. All good. We went up there and even got in that hour (so far, I like!). The GP referred me to a hospital and faxed my information over. I asked the guy at the front counter what step to take next and his reply was, "Wait for hospital's call." Me, "I don't contact a midwife?" Him, "Wait for hospital's call." Me, "I do nothing else??" Him, "Wait for hospital's call."
Okay. So, I wait for hospital's call. About five days. Nothing. I call the GP's office and they tell me to call the hospital to see if the fax was received, so I do. The fax was NOT received. So, I call the GP and they fax it over. I call the hospital, yes... they got it this time. Then I get the, "We'll call you." So, three days later I get a call and all they ask me is my address. WHICH IS ON THE FORM. Hello?? That's it, nothing else. I wait two more days and decide to call them. The booking lady tells me that she is working on bookings and will call that day or the next. Do you think I've heard?? No. That was week ago. So, with the advice of an expat board, I've been trying to get in touch with PALS (Patient Advisory Liaison Services). Okay, are you ready??? The phone line is open M-F from 10AM until noon. Oh, and they experience heavy calls during those hours. ARE YOU SURPRISED??? Nor am I!
Seriously, at this point it's become a joke. Today is a bank holiday (Memorial Day in the US), but I call thinking... it's a hospital, they don't close! Guess again... booking is closed, PALS is closed, Antenatal Clinic (prenatal in the states).... all closed.
Maybe a good time to mention that when driving past the hospital that they have referred me to, I notice that the sign reads, "Guys and St. Thomas Hospital: Open 24-hours for you!" I looked at Scott and questioned why a hospital had to advertise that they were 24-hour? Shouldn't they all be?? Do emergencies only happen during the day in London?!?!?

If you've been keeping up with a calendar next to you, then you know it's been about five-weeks since I've seen anyone that knows anything about pregnant women. The GP did take my blood pressure, and we went down and bugged him to do it again the next week. At least that has remained steady. Shocking. But, no monitoring of the baby or blood work. Thank goodness I have my friend, Laura Super RN, who's been keeping me calm by giving me all the signs to look for to rush to a hospital if need be.

So, begins a crappy day tomorrow of calling and calling. I feel like I'm going to have to adopt that American attitude that we are stereotyped to have by Europeans. Loud, pushy and obnoxious. I'm beginning to realize why we have this stereotype. It seems that nothing else gets any kind of answers or assistance.

Though Scott's boss is willing to do "whatever it takes" to make things work for us, I'm afraid that these are things that are out of his control. Unless of course, he's willing to pay for a private birthing center and perhaps threaten to break the legs of landlords refusing our offers of MORE than asking price.
We have eight weeks before our baby arrives, and that's if I carry to term. Time is not on our side... and if we don't find a place this week available to move in soon, we might be out of options.

Also, I said I was not going to have an opinion on any kind of US national healthcare until it was in place, but too late... my opinion is formed. I think you know what it is.


I want to say that I would not post these things, but my intentions of this is to inform others that are considering taking this step. So, my suggestion would be not to move here if you are already pregnant (or as far along as I was at the move). I'm posting the good with the bad. Though most seems bad, right now... I am still trying to keep my chin up that things can work out for us.


Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Waiting Game

Here we are, over a week later, and we still don't know about the flat in Chiswick. We are in a bidding war with two other people. So, the owner decides to up the price of the flat, which, of course, we all agree to pay. So, we've given Erryl our highest price and still waiting to hear. It seems that the owner lives in Goa and his estate agent/property manager has a hard time getting in touch with him. Not a great way to do business.
I'm terribly frustrated because I'm not really excited to look at anything else, based on what we've seen. Plus, we know that things availabilities are limited. I'm sure anything else that we were slightly, SLIGHTLY interested in is now off the market.
Even though our current place is nice and we love the staff, it is getting old. Walking the dogs every few hours, not allowing them to be off the leash. Housekeeping ringing the bell morning, turndown service at night, quality control in the middle of the day. With things like that, it just doesn't feel like home. I mean, it is a hotel, after all.
Even though we still don't know anything, Erryl is making plans to go searching for more flats on June 2nd. Hopefully the other place will work out, if not. Here we go again.



Friday, May 14, 2010

House Hunters International??

I wish it were that easy. Three houses, a quick discussion and then a decision. All in thirty-minutes! Well, 20-minutes when you factor in commercials. Definitely not our case.

We were informed that houses and flats for let (rent) are very tight, right now. Not many people are moving and giving up what they have. Our situation made it even tighter. We really need a second room for baby (and guests) and we also really wanted a small garden so that the dogs could go in and out as they pleased. Also, something with a ten-minute or less walk to a tube station was a must.

We met with our realtor (well, I'm sure he has a different title, here), Erryl, on Thursday morning. Erryl is actually kind of a niche in a weird real estate system.
Here in the UK, realtors are called estate agents. Estate agents are sometimes not a trustworthy crowd. Not all. But, as Erryl put it, "You have to watch out for the sharks." Erryl is more of what we are used to in the US. He searches for properties that fit our needs and then has to schedule appointments with these estate agents to view each one. He is familiar with most of London, but may not know about the property. So, we have to rely on the fact that the estate agent understands our standards and what we need. Though, he's sort of a middle man... Erryl was our best bet to see different areas and give an honest opinion about each area and flat. He is paid by Scott's company to help find us something, so he's not pushing us to take something just to make a commission.
We had been emailing Erryl prior to our meeting. As our day drew near, Erryl informed us that there were no availabilities in the areas we were hoping to look (and had discussed with him earlier). The main problem is finding a place that will let to pet owners. But, he found us several things to look at in the Chiswick area (pronounced Chis-ick). At this time, he also mentioned that he wanted to show us a town called Cobham. Cobham is out side of London and close to Surrey (if not Surrey). Also on the list was Richmond, Kew, Ealing, Acton and St. Margaret's. I was not happy about Cobham. I knew I would like it, but I didn't want Scott to have that kind of commute.
Our first day was spent mostly in Chiswick, as that is where about 70% of the properties were. We found Chiswick's high street (an area's main drag) to be very neighborhood like and lots of shopping. Scott, also, had a fairly close walk to the nearest tube. It seems to be a good area for people our age with children.
We, on that day, found a place that we were pretty set on. It's a ground floor conversion (a house that is now a two floor flat). We would have the lower floor and the garden. In fact, about half of what we looked at were conversions. We were the first to look at the property and expressed to the estate agent that we were interested. This sort of means that we have the first right to make an offer. I believe if she gets another before hearing from us, then she has to contact Erryl. We knew that this place would not last long and were anxious to get through the next day. Oh yeah, we did find a great place in Putney. But, the Putney area didn't seem as charming as Chiswick. So, I guess you could call Putney a second choice.

So, day two. Because there are so few places available currently, Eryll had to resort to searching with Foxton's. Foxton's is the largest estate agency in London. If you google real estate (or similar) in London, Foxton's is the first hit you get. Though they are large, according to Erryl, they are not reputable. He only uses them as a last resort. The majority of the properties that we looked at this day were almost all Foxton's. And let me just say, they were all very disgusting and quite sad. Erryl was very disappointed and wouldn't even take us into some of them. These seemed to be in areas that were all, should I say... on the line? Also, the flats themselves were all very unkept... even the vacant ones. We finally had one glimmer of hope at the last Foxton's property in St. Margarets. It was a newly updated 3-story flat with a great use of space and large closets. The draw back was that it was on an extremely busy street that had traffic 24-hours. Big deal, right? Well, yeah... when you don't have air conditioning and have to open the windows, it is. But, finally it was a relief to know that the entire day hadn't been a waste, we did find something that could kind of be a third choice.

So... off to the country we go. Cobham was about a 30-minute drive from St. Margarets. The high street was great - much more there than I was expecting. The country side was still part of the town. Great parks and walking areas and a refurbished mill that still operates on the weekends. As it turns out, Scott's commute would only be about 30-minutes longer because of fewer stops on the train.
We only had one house to look at in Cobham and made our way there. About a 15-minute walk from high street, and shorter walk to the train. The house was great. Just on the market. Only four-years old and much more like what Americans are accustomed to. Still a very English floorplan, but very bright with tons of windows and wooden shutters. A larger garden with deck and a garage. Though, it was a short walk to high street, a car would still be a little more necessary since things were a little more spread out.
After seeing this place, we went back to town and had a coffee. Many calculations later, commute debates, etc., we decided on Cobham. So, Erryl called and put our offer in and we headed back to London. Keep in mind that this is Friday and that we are in a panic to hear something because if this fell through, we didn't want to lose the house in Chiswick. Which we heard was about to receive an offer.
Finally about 6:00PM, we heard from Eryll. The property estate agent on the Cobham house called him and told him that the woman decided she wanted to pull the house off the market. Her agent was furious as she should be. A total waste of her agents time, Erryl's time and our time. Luckily, Erryl immediately called the agent for the Chiswick house and told them we wanted it prior to calling us. We are first in line and we've offered asking price. So, now all we have to do is wait. Since it was so late in the day, I'm sure we won't know anything until Monday. So, stay tuned! AND KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED!!