I made an observation tonight. From the neck up and from the knee down, I am as normal. All that lies in between is pregnant and actively involved in so being. With the exception, perhaps, of my arms.
I fail to see why the entire body needs to limber up for birth/post natal requirements in advance. Baby is not viable for another 5 or 6 weeks, and only just then, so why am I all poised for action? While the relaxed ligaments have provided blessed relief from whiplash pain, the ones elsewhere are not doing their job. It hurts to move, basically, unless done verrrry slowly and carefully. That's unnecessary relaxation for all except the ones actually attached to the uterus, they admittedly are under duress. But slow duress, they don't need to cry out in sudden shock periodically. Which they do.
Although my mango sized baby has to take some of the blame herself, as well as causing it all, endless nashing about doesn't really HELP. I had rather painful somethings earlier and so whipped out the not-really-a-Doppler to check on the old galloping heartbeat of junior. Fleeting moments of heartbeat as baby flurried from womb end to womb start and back and again and again. Possibly causing turbulence and "ooch!" pains. Which have now gone, presumably baby is tired and snoozing.
I did wonder the other day why it is that they sleep so little in utero and so much after birth, then it dawned on me that it's probably a touch more exhausting being out than in. Breathing and feeding and keeping warm and all that may just possibly use energy.
Nothing much happened today, no.
Showing posts with label Doppler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doppler. Show all posts
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Sunday, 1 May 2011
Her heart beats like a drum doo-doo doo-doo
It arrived as promised yesterday. The Doppler which doesn't appear to use any ultrasound technology to make it a Doppler, which wouldn't display the Doppler effect anyway.
Still, as a heart monitor it's ace.
It is this:
An Angel Sounds Fetal (arrgh) Heart Monitor. £16.99 delivered from Amazon.
I love it. I can easily - or sometimes with a bit of foetal chasing of a very very active baby - find baby's heartbeat which is reassuring and cool, I can also hear the swoosh of the placenta and the baby wriggling about. Makes it all a bit more real and less theoretical.
I envisage the baby as a girl, I think and refer to "she". "He" doesn't compute at all. But as I was quite convinced of twins I can't trust my own instinct. 2 weeks and 5 days till we hopefully find out. I shall cry if we don't and quite probably book a private scan.
It will take us that long to get a boys name, we need to know. Otherwise on day 21 of the baby's life we'll be frantically using Baby Name Genie before rushing off to register Hubert Algernon.
I think it's a girl. A boy would be fine, makes hand me downs (and teenage angst) easier, but I feel like (and hope) it's a girl. A bit. Girls do scare me somewhat, I won't be too upset if I get another boy, it'll still be a baby and health is paramount.
I do have a very hairy tummy. Not the whole thing, just the bit down from the navel. Conflicting old wives tales state that this means a girl or a boy. I had it with the twins (and am pleased to report that it disappeared before I thought to check after birth), although I'm SURE it wasn't as bad as this. I put the excessive hair sproutage down to two little testosterone pumps, but even if it is a boy it's just the one, so the theory comes down to: it's what I (or my hormones/hair follicles) do when I'm pregnant. The hair on my head is looking lush and healthy so it's not all bad.
I know, TMI. Sorry. Also, nobody that isn't either responsible for the pregnancy or a health professional is going to see the tummy (ever) so it matters not.
Back to gender predicting: the old wives tales can't decide. Wedding ring says boy, sweet cravings say girl. Clear skin means boys, but I had vile spots with twin boys. The Chinese chart says boy, but it also said boy for a fellow Oct 1st mummy to be, and she's having a girl.
I guess I need to wait and see. I know I won't care, I just want to KNOW.
Still, as a heart monitor it's ace.
It is this:
An Angel Sounds Fetal (arrgh) Heart Monitor. £16.99 delivered from Amazon.
I love it. I can easily - or sometimes with a bit of foetal chasing of a very very active baby - find baby's heartbeat which is reassuring and cool, I can also hear the swoosh of the placenta and the baby wriggling about. Makes it all a bit more real and less theoretical.
I envisage the baby as a girl, I think and refer to "she". "He" doesn't compute at all. But as I was quite convinced of twins I can't trust my own instinct. 2 weeks and 5 days till we hopefully find out. I shall cry if we don't and quite probably book a private scan.
It will take us that long to get a boys name, we need to know. Otherwise on day 21 of the baby's life we'll be frantically using Baby Name Genie before rushing off to register Hubert Algernon.
I think it's a girl. A boy would be fine, makes hand me downs (and teenage angst) easier, but I feel like (and hope) it's a girl. A bit. Girls do scare me somewhat, I won't be too upset if I get another boy, it'll still be a baby and health is paramount.
I do have a very hairy tummy. Not the whole thing, just the bit down from the navel. Conflicting old wives tales state that this means a girl or a boy. I had it with the twins (and am pleased to report that it disappeared before I thought to check after birth), although I'm SURE it wasn't as bad as this. I put the excessive hair sproutage down to two little testosterone pumps, but even if it is a boy it's just the one, so the theory comes down to: it's what I (or my hormones/hair follicles) do when I'm pregnant. The hair on my head is looking lush and healthy so it's not all bad.
I know, TMI. Sorry. Also, nobody that isn't either responsible for the pregnancy or a health professional is going to see the tummy (ever) so it matters not.
Back to gender predicting: the old wives tales can't decide. Wedding ring says boy, sweet cravings say girl. Clear skin means boys, but I had vile spots with twin boys. The Chinese chart says boy, but it also said boy for a fellow Oct 1st mummy to be, and she's having a girl.
I guess I need to wait and see. I know I won't care, I just want to KNOW.
Friday, 29 April 2011
18 weeks!
Oh it's slow... Still, tomorrow morning my doppler should arrive and I can have a whole new game of paranoia/frustration. And I will be 18 weeks, I'm not there for a few minutes yet.
With regards to the doppler, it is likely I will be able to work it, due to not actually being an idiot, and I'll hear baby's heartbeat. Which would be exciting, I'm not convinced yet by the maybe kicks. It's still possible my digestion is getting more bubbly/poppy/fluttersome as time goes by.
I am insanely tired. As nobody is interested in taking my bloods I may well be anaemic.
I resent the lack of 16 week appointment - can you tell?
I equally well am probably fine, they did check my bloods at almost 13 weeks and I assume all was well as they haven't said otherwise. Sleep is not great at the moment, awffy uncomfortable. As such I am a bit apprehensive about the third trimester and the definite lack of comfort and sleep that ensues.
I might buy some Floradix stuff, I don't eat a lot of iron rich food at all. Calcium is sorted, I consume vast amounts of milk. I eat plenty enough fruit, but I'm not great on meat or iron rich other-things.
Are chick peas high in iron? Avocados? Hmm.
Other things that happened today: Prince William got married and a friend had a baby girl named Charlotte.
With regards to the doppler, it is likely I will be able to work it, due to not actually being an idiot, and I'll hear baby's heartbeat. Which would be exciting, I'm not convinced yet by the maybe kicks. It's still possible my digestion is getting more bubbly/poppy/fluttersome as time goes by.
I am insanely tired. As nobody is interested in taking my bloods I may well be anaemic.
I resent the lack of 16 week appointment - can you tell?
I equally well am probably fine, they did check my bloods at almost 13 weeks and I assume all was well as they haven't said otherwise. Sleep is not great at the moment, awffy uncomfortable. As such I am a bit apprehensive about the third trimester and the definite lack of comfort and sleep that ensues.
I might buy some Floradix stuff, I don't eat a lot of iron rich food at all. Calcium is sorted, I consume vast amounts of milk. I eat plenty enough fruit, but I'm not great on meat or iron rich other-things.
Are chick peas high in iron? Avocados? Hmm.
Other things that happened today: Prince William got married and a friend had a baby girl named Charlotte.
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Caved
I have ordered a Doppler, it will be here in 2 days. This is probably stupid for a couple of reasons:
1) having fretted until 17.5 weeks, it's a bit illogical to buy reassurance just as the time comes that kicks will kick in properly and provide the reassurance.
2) it is definitely the way of madness, hourly heartbeat checks leading to own heart failure periodically as ineptitude strikes.
It didn't cost much.
My midwife appointment, as made last week in light of blood pressure and headache, is a week on Tuesday. That's not long. And my scan is the Thursday after that. At which we can ascertain the wellness of baby and hopefully the gender.
Sleeps till Doppler arrives: 2
Sleeps till midwife appointment: 13
Sleeps till anomaly scan: 22
That's kind of ages. And that does mean 20 sleeps till I have to give a presentation on my masters dissertation.
I can do that. I shall write it this weekend. I know what I'm doing, this ain't the dissertation, it's a "what I am going to do next".
An aside. Something else to fret about. How novel. Added to the fecking ginormous bump that is unmistakable a pregnant bump, I'm a bit dreading the whole thing. Not preparing it, doing it. While pregnant, waddlesome, vague and forgetful.
Talking of the giant bump, it is obviously not all baby at 17 weeks and thus anyone who knows my dates and comments on "my god it's huge" is actually commenting on my first trimester doughnut consumption. "Are you sure it's only one?" is RUDE.
Meantime I have a sore tummy, sore back and sore most other places. Not good, will not become paranoid.
Ok, I'm paranoid. I haven't felt the maybe-flutters properly today. Hence the ordering of the doppler.
Madness ahoy!
1) having fretted until 17.5 weeks, it's a bit illogical to buy reassurance just as the time comes that kicks will kick in properly and provide the reassurance.
2) it is definitely the way of madness, hourly heartbeat checks leading to own heart failure periodically as ineptitude strikes.
It didn't cost much.
My midwife appointment, as made last week in light of blood pressure and headache, is a week on Tuesday. That's not long. And my scan is the Thursday after that. At which we can ascertain the wellness of baby and hopefully the gender.
Sleeps till Doppler arrives: 2
Sleeps till midwife appointment: 13
Sleeps till anomaly scan: 22
That's kind of ages. And that does mean 20 sleeps till I have to give a presentation on my masters dissertation.
I can do that. I shall write it this weekend. I know what I'm doing, this ain't the dissertation, it's a "what I am going to do next".
An aside. Something else to fret about. How novel. Added to the fecking ginormous bump that is unmistakable a pregnant bump, I'm a bit dreading the whole thing. Not preparing it, doing it. While pregnant, waddlesome, vague and forgetful.
Talking of the giant bump, it is obviously not all baby at 17 weeks and thus anyone who knows my dates and comments on "my god it's huge" is actually commenting on my first trimester doughnut consumption. "Are you sure it's only one?" is RUDE.
Meantime I have a sore tummy, sore back and sore most other places. Not good, will not become paranoid.
Ok, I'm paranoid. I haven't felt the maybe-flutters properly today. Hence the ordering of the doppler.
Madness ahoy!
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
Bumpy
Well, there's not a lot to say. I am 16, going on 17 (weeks) and aside from the ENORMOUS bump there's not much going on. The foetal acrobats haven't escalated enough so may just be general rumblings after all. And in the absence of a 16 week antenatal appointment, I have nothing in the way of reassurance and so am paranoid. I quite want to make an appointment with the midwife just to hear the heartbeat.
I have twice had a Doppler in my
amazon basket but have not yet actually bought one. I think I'd go mad, so I tell myself that it's only 4 weeks tomorrow till the anomaly scan, that the acrobatics will be discernibly foetal any day and that I would surely notice if anything was to go wrong.
And the bump continues to grow, as I have been told, it has increased greatly over the last two weeks while the schools were off.
Yes, I know, it isn't Easter yet, Fife are bonkers.
As I now look unarguably pregnant, I have a discussion about some aspect of pregnancy with every single mother I meet. Which is ok to a certain extent, I am rather obsessed, but just once it would be nice to not talk about it for a moment. Even the lollipop lady dismissed my inane observations about the weather in favour of asking about my next scan.
I am embarrassed by the ginormity of my stomach, it is assumed by all that I am much further on than I am. So I say that I am due in September. Well, it is 1 October I am due and while I am sure baby would hang on till she (positive thinking) is fully cooked, which will not be by 1 October, if I do get a caesarean it will be prior to that date, ie sometime in September. So it's not a lie really. If they think "September" means early September, well that's their mistake. Ahem.
It's still embarrassing, I need to get me a new coat. It's not that big really, I'm not all bump by a long way, nor does it stick out or rise high, but it sure is a bump and everybody seems compelled to comment. Sigh.
To self: a growing bump indicates a growing foetus. Remember this.
Symptoms at present are limited to what I assume is round ligament pain (niggly ache from down low to each side, worsened by movement. Not that painful, but there and escalating) and a very persistent headache. I also have blocked ears as a result of the last sinus assault but that isn't actually a pregnancy symptom, just what happens with consecutive untreated colds.
The need for sweets and doughnuts has passed (ish), I am now going wild for fruit and don't fancy stodgy food. No more sausages for breakfast, melon is the choice of the week.
I have twice had a Doppler in my
amazon basket but have not yet actually bought one. I think I'd go mad, so I tell myself that it's only 4 weeks tomorrow till the anomaly scan, that the acrobatics will be discernibly foetal any day and that I would surely notice if anything was to go wrong.
And the bump continues to grow, as I have been told, it has increased greatly over the last two weeks while the schools were off.
Yes, I know, it isn't Easter yet, Fife are bonkers.
As I now look unarguably pregnant, I have a discussion about some aspect of pregnancy with every single mother I meet. Which is ok to a certain extent, I am rather obsessed, but just once it would be nice to not talk about it for a moment. Even the lollipop lady dismissed my inane observations about the weather in favour of asking about my next scan.
I am embarrassed by the ginormity of my stomach, it is assumed by all that I am much further on than I am. So I say that I am due in September. Well, it is 1 October I am due and while I am sure baby would hang on till she (positive thinking) is fully cooked, which will not be by 1 October, if I do get a caesarean it will be prior to that date, ie sometime in September. So it's not a lie really. If they think "September" means early September, well that's their mistake. Ahem.
It's still embarrassing, I need to get me a new coat. It's not that big really, I'm not all bump by a long way, nor does it stick out or rise high, but it sure is a bump and everybody seems compelled to comment. Sigh.
To self: a growing bump indicates a growing foetus. Remember this.
Symptoms at present are limited to what I assume is round ligament pain (niggly ache from down low to each side, worsened by movement. Not that painful, but there and escalating) and a very persistent headache. I also have blocked ears as a result of the last sinus assault but that isn't actually a pregnancy symptom, just what happens with consecutive untreated colds.
The need for sweets and doughnuts has passed (ish), I am now going wild for fruit and don't fancy stodgy food. No more sausages for breakfast, melon is the choice of the week.
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