Holiday was lovely, except we were sufficiently remote to have no phone signal at all never mind Internet. Caravans are a good cheap way to get away but minuscule living would get wearing very quickly. I keep pricing up Center Parcs but it is sooo much more expensive than caravans (unless we go in January which I am up for, noone else is). So that was our babymoon, happy time spent chilling and bobbing around the pool and a quite lovely day yesterday at a farm which was mostly a giant outdoor play farm, with animals (mostly goats) as well as grass sledging, bouncy pillows, trikes etc. Investigation reveals a similar set up at a fruit farm (rather than animals) about twenty minutes away. Further investigations (ie going there) required to establish greatness but that could prove to be a favourite place.
Baby has been active, particularly today. Bath time now, and she's going mad! I'm not sure what constitutes frantic movement, but she is worrying sometimes. Hurrah for heart monitor though, one assumes that frantic (distressed) movement would result in an increased heartrate.
I have been rather uncomfortable while away due to a hard bed, hard sofa and lack of bath, but returning to all of the above has made me fine again.
School back tomorrow = school run ugh, but empty days. I am actually rather sad as we've had lovely times together over the summer and I'll miss swimming etc. I may go myself, but probably won't. We could go after school I guess.
Six weeks today baby is due to be delivered and so far we have nowhere to put her. Space needs made and all the equipment placed in situ. Panic! Or not, it's all manageable.
Midwife tomorrow, I expect no excitement. Nothing much has changed, I feel fine.
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Monday, 15 August 2011
Sunday, 17 July 2011
Overdone
Ooh, ow. My day of normality and doing stuff yesterday meant today was a write off. Had to get up relatively early due to pelvis hurting however I lay. Found sitting in my usual recovery position of cushion-on-chair with cushion-on-footstool was not working, so took two co codamol and had a warm bath. This helped some, but I have been mostly unable to move much all the rest of the day. Bizarrely, it got bearable, then I whipped some cream using an electric whisk and this set me back again. Not sure what happened there!
So, a most uneventful day. It was nice to be interactive and not lug about the crutches yesterday, but I guess there's a lesson to be learnt there...
The boys are very sweet about their sister. O likes talking to the bump and telling her what's happening, especially if his brother has been naughty. R is less interested, but mid rant he declared that although he hated everyone, he still liked her. He was very interested in the early days, but I think it has been too long (tell me about it!!) and also he is rather frustrated by my limitations. R will resume interest when there is a baby rather than a bump I think, although I still fear that they will be rather disappointed by just how little a newborn actually can do. Still, babies get better and better and more fun, until they reach the terrible twos that is, which seems to be any time between 18 months and 3 years of age.
It is strange to think of my babies as big brothers.
So, a most uneventful day. It was nice to be interactive and not lug about the crutches yesterday, but I guess there's a lesson to be learnt there...
The boys are very sweet about their sister. O likes talking to the bump and telling her what's happening, especially if his brother has been naughty. R is less interested, but mid rant he declared that although he hated everyone, he still liked her. He was very interested in the early days, but I think it has been too long (tell me about it!!) and also he is rather frustrated by my limitations. R will resume interest when there is a baby rather than a bump I think, although I still fear that they will be rather disappointed by just how little a newborn actually can do. Still, babies get better and better and more fun, until they reach the terrible twos that is, which seems to be any time between 18 months and 3 years of age.
It is strange to think of my babies as big brothers.
Saturday, 11 June 2011
And ow again
I was doing ok. This week the boys and I were only at school/work for three days and for those three days daddy took the boys up to school. I have walked only to work and back and all other journeying has been by car (I excuse myself, it hurts a lot). And my pelvis has been ok.
Today I didn't leave the house, but I did do rather a lot of bending and tidying and general getting up and down to do things and I am very, very sore. Which is a right pest.
I foolishly said "yes" when the class teacher asked me if I could help walk the kids up to the museum on Tuesday. Which is approximately three times as far as I am able. Walking is not my strong point, yet the words coming out of my mouth were "sure, count me in!" not "sorry, I can't help". So I'm going to have to send a note in to apologetically renege, and hide for the rest of the school year. It's only three weeks. And, of course, the subsequent 12 years that I will have children in that school. Hmm. I can't put myself in a position of pain just to be nice though.
Boy am I sore tonight. A bath is my only respite. I'm still ecstatic to manage baths however. Miracle baby.
On a happier note: today baby is viable, being as we are at 24 weeks. One of my many pregnancy updates said it was now trimester 3 but it's not. 3 lots of 12 weeks only adds up to 36 weeks. I'd guess it's 24 weeks after conception, so 26 weeks, or week 27 if you like, before we're actually into trimester número tre. Middle trimester still we are.
Not very viable, I think she would have a 10% chance of survival if she were to be born now, and some time to be spend in hospital. But she would have a chance of survival which is good to know.
I don't want her to come early. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to not be pregnant any more (and have her here to cuddle), but I don't want her to have to face problems from the start and have a long struggle with her in hospital. That must be diabolical. I want her to arrive on September 26 when they take her out at 39 weeks and 2 days.
Besides, I've got maternity leave to enjoy sans baby first, before I have the glorious long leave with baby.
Today I didn't leave the house, but I did do rather a lot of bending and tidying and general getting up and down to do things and I am very, very sore. Which is a right pest.
I foolishly said "yes" when the class teacher asked me if I could help walk the kids up to the museum on Tuesday. Which is approximately three times as far as I am able. Walking is not my strong point, yet the words coming out of my mouth were "sure, count me in!" not "sorry, I can't help". So I'm going to have to send a note in to apologetically renege, and hide for the rest of the school year. It's only three weeks. And, of course, the subsequent 12 years that I will have children in that school. Hmm. I can't put myself in a position of pain just to be nice though.
Boy am I sore tonight. A bath is my only respite. I'm still ecstatic to manage baths however. Miracle baby.
On a happier note: today baby is viable, being as we are at 24 weeks. One of my many pregnancy updates said it was now trimester 3 but it's not. 3 lots of 12 weeks only adds up to 36 weeks. I'd guess it's 24 weeks after conception, so 26 weeks, or week 27 if you like, before we're actually into trimester número tre. Middle trimester still we are.
Not very viable, I think she would have a 10% chance of survival if she were to be born now, and some time to be spend in hospital. But she would have a chance of survival which is good to know.
I don't want her to come early. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to not be pregnant any more (and have her here to cuddle), but I don't want her to have to face problems from the start and have a long struggle with her in hospital. That must be diabolical. I want her to arrive on September 26 when they take her out at 39 weeks and 2 days.
Besides, I've got maternity leave to enjoy sans baby first, before I have the glorious long leave with baby.
Sunday, 20 March 2011
This week!
Well, since ever I found out I was pregnant, or to be more precise, since ever I started feeling pregnant - tired, sick, intolerant - I have found going to work a chore. It just occurred to me as I was having the Sunday evening blues, that as I wish away this week till Friday, this Friday is scan day! The days I wish away anyway will be gone and I'll be there.
And I pretty much won't have to work on Friday as the scan will take most of the morning - I work 9.30 till 12.30 and the scan is at 9.45 for 2 hours. So I shall pop in after, update the necessaries and show off my scan picture of my healthy singleton, and leave again after half an hour or so. Huzzah for paid antenatal appointments.
I incidentally won't be going to work after if it's a swift scan with bad news, I'll be having a meltdown. I may also be having a breakdown if it's multiples.
I'm not sure what I'll think about after Friday. I guess I'll have results to worry about, then possibly further tests, plus general worry and complaining. I don't recall ever letting up the worry or the complaining when I was pregnant.
The worry goes:
trimester one: don't bleed, don't miscarry;
trimester two: don't just die, don't be broken, please keep kicking me;
trimester three: keep up that kicking now, come out safely, don't be broken, don't die, don't kill me either.
The complaining goes:
trimester one: I feel sick, I'm tired, I hurt, I can't sleep, ooh my breasts hurt;
Trimester two: I still feel sick, I'm still tired, I still hurt, I'm not blooming, I still can't sleep;
Trimester three: I have chronic indigestion and the stomach capacity of a mouse, breathing isn't so easy, everything is too much effort, I'm still very tired, I haven't slept in weeks, I can't lie on my back or front or right side, actually everything hurts, I've been pregnant forever, I want it to be over.
Yeah, I guess there's lots to say, even if it is a tad repetitive.
I am currently in the bath - wooo! still novel after 21 months unable to. I tend to have a bath at the same time of day most nights, and each bath I can feel a distinct flurry of something going on. I don't know if it's baby moving or not, but it's both reassuring and nice. I may be deriving comfort from some wind but it sure feels like tiny foetal acrobatics. It doesn't happen any other time other than in the bath and I remember the bath was the best time for movements with the boys. So here's hoping. Here's not hoping the fact that I can feel it means it's twins. The existing twins have bickered and wound each other up all day today and the thought of another twosome just does not appeal!
5 sleeps.
And I pretty much won't have to work on Friday as the scan will take most of the morning - I work 9.30 till 12.30 and the scan is at 9.45 for 2 hours. So I shall pop in after, update the necessaries and show off my scan picture of my healthy singleton, and leave again after half an hour or so. Huzzah for paid antenatal appointments.
I incidentally won't be going to work after if it's a swift scan with bad news, I'll be having a meltdown. I may also be having a breakdown if it's multiples.
I'm not sure what I'll think about after Friday. I guess I'll have results to worry about, then possibly further tests, plus general worry and complaining. I don't recall ever letting up the worry or the complaining when I was pregnant.
The worry goes:
trimester one: don't bleed, don't miscarry;
trimester two: don't just die, don't be broken, please keep kicking me;
trimester three: keep up that kicking now, come out safely, don't be broken, don't die, don't kill me either.
The complaining goes:
trimester one: I feel sick, I'm tired, I hurt, I can't sleep, ooh my breasts hurt;
Trimester two: I still feel sick, I'm still tired, I still hurt, I'm not blooming, I still can't sleep;
Trimester three: I have chronic indigestion and the stomach capacity of a mouse, breathing isn't so easy, everything is too much effort, I'm still very tired, I haven't slept in weeks, I can't lie on my back or front or right side, actually everything hurts, I've been pregnant forever, I want it to be over.
Yeah, I guess there's lots to say, even if it is a tad repetitive.
I am currently in the bath - wooo! still novel after 21 months unable to. I tend to have a bath at the same time of day most nights, and each bath I can feel a distinct flurry of something going on. I don't know if it's baby moving or not, but it's both reassuring and nice. I may be deriving comfort from some wind but it sure feels like tiny foetal acrobatics. It doesn't happen any other time other than in the bath and I remember the bath was the best time for movements with the boys. So here's hoping. Here's not hoping the fact that I can feel it means it's twins. The existing twins have bickered and wound each other up all day today and the thought of another twosome just does not appeal!
5 sleeps.
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