Baby has surpassed all previous records of movement. Methinks she had a foot stuck or something as she wriggled and kicked and jiggled something rotten for about an hour - 3 till 4am incidentally - and then there was like a "ping", something flew across the inside of my uterus, then calm was restored. Today she is her usual bouncy self.
Hubby returns today, I am so very happy. Holidays tomorrow, no time to fret and have paranoid panic.
This is a vague record of my second pregnancy and being a mother to three children. It is nothing more, if you're not interested in pregnancy and parenting then this will make for extremely boring reading fodder.
Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts
Thursday, 11 August 2011
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Navel displacement
My bellybutton has moved!! I have the dent where my navel is located, but the actual nub is a little off to the side. 2 bellybuttons! I did try to take a pic, but ugh.
Missing hubby awfully today. He's not back tomorrow either, it's the next day, and he's to go back next week. I do not know how single mothers do it, although I guess you'd have alternative support. I am very lucky as the alternative support is there should I need to call on it, but I don't usually need to. I do admire women who can constantly manage children on their own, I am acutely aware of not being able to nip out - for bread or similar, I have no need for the pub - unless I take them. Normally I just need to wait till hubby gets home and then it's ok. Also, I got a wave of sadness earlier when I remembered he wasn't coming back tonight, how awful that must be to be abandoned or bereaved and have to remember that it's for every night.
I don't like the glimpse into life without him though, I hope that is not a reality until we are very very very old and ideally I have no idea or have gone first (by a day or so, I don't wish loneliness on him to alleviate my own fears).
Baby was more restful today. Heartbeat good and clear and movements were sufficient to allay concerns. Pelvis was sorer today, baby must be lower as I'm not very heartburny. She also (I think) has periodic hiccups. Which are weird. O hiccupped his way through the last few weeks of pregnancy and into his first few weeks of life. Baby is shaping up to be a mini-O.
Which is ok, he's lovely.
Missing hubby awfully today. He's not back tomorrow either, it's the next day, and he's to go back next week. I do not know how single mothers do it, although I guess you'd have alternative support. I am very lucky as the alternative support is there should I need to call on it, but I don't usually need to. I do admire women who can constantly manage children on their own, I am acutely aware of not being able to nip out - for bread or similar, I have no need for the pub - unless I take them. Normally I just need to wait till hubby gets home and then it's ok. Also, I got a wave of sadness earlier when I remembered he wasn't coming back tonight, how awful that must be to be abandoned or bereaved and have to remember that it's for every night.
I don't like the glimpse into life without him though, I hope that is not a reality until we are very very very old and ideally I have no idea or have gone first (by a day or so, I don't wish loneliness on him to alleviate my own fears).
Baby was more restful today. Heartbeat good and clear and movements were sufficient to allay concerns. Pelvis was sorer today, baby must be lower as I'm not very heartburny. She also (I think) has periodic hiccups. Which are weird. O hiccupped his way through the last few weeks of pregnancy and into his first few weeks of life. Baby is shaping up to be a mini-O.
Which is ok, he's lovely.
Labels:
bellybutton,
foetal movement,
hiccups,
husband,
loneliness
Monday, 8 August 2011
Mummy's mummy
Well, I survived day one of single parenthood. Didn't like it much, I'll be glad when hubby gets home. I'm a bit unnerved by the riots in London, I hope that doesn't affect him or his journey home on Thursday.
Who's selfish?
My mum came to see me today, on her own which was nice. Much as I adore my still quite new stepfather, I haven't had my mum to myself in a very long time. She was delighted by feeling baby kick an
d by being able to hear her heartbeat. I find it all pretty amazing and I guess it must be mind boggling to have your offspring producing their own offspring. I'm quite traumatised by the whole concept of the children being teenagers and young adults, what with all the dangers they can put themselves in. To consider my little girl, who I am still to meet, being a mother, is quite bonkers. But I was Mum's baby girl once, and here I am, a geriatric mother of three (nearly).
Studies suspended, new dissertation submission date to be April 2012 I think. Note to self: do the bloody thing this time. Although I have taken the decision based on my inability to write well just now or remember things (baby brain), not because it wouldn't have been done.
I miss being clever. I'm sure I used to be.
Who's selfish?
My mum came to see me today, on her own which was nice. Much as I adore my still quite new stepfather, I haven't had my mum to myself in a very long time. She was delighted by feeling baby kick an
d by being able to hear her heartbeat. I find it all pretty amazing and I guess it must be mind boggling to have your offspring producing their own offspring. I'm quite traumatised by the whole concept of the children being teenagers and young adults, what with all the dangers they can put themselves in. To consider my little girl, who I am still to meet, being a mother, is quite bonkers. But I was Mum's baby girl once, and here I am, a geriatric mother of three (nearly).
Studies suspended, new dissertation submission date to be April 2012 I think. Note to self: do the bloody thing this time. Although I have taken the decision based on my inability to write well just now or remember things (baby brain), not because it wouldn't have been done.
I miss being clever. I'm sure I used to be.
Labels:
baby brain,
dissertation,
husband,
London riots,
missing him,
mothers
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