Decisions

There's a lot of decisions to be made.

The biggie: how to give birth. An elective section is my current mode of thinking after further research. TMI to explain why, just nod.

Another fairly large one: where to live. The 2 bed flat is obviously not going to do in the long run, once baby needs her own room, we need a room to put her in. Theoretically we can manage with baby in our room for a year, but... I think not. So when to try and move. Current thinking is to declutter/redecorate/pray and put this on the market and just wait till it sells. Hopefully soon, then we can rent in the shortish term. If that elusive sale isn't in time, we have to rent first and sell this empty. That's expensive obviously so not exactly ideal.

A small decision: what does baby sleep in?
Option one: into the cot straight away. This worked for the boys but there were two of them (early days they shared) and they had their own room.
Option two: the very nice crib that was mine and which has been lingering in our loft forever. No good for twins so we never used it. Smaller than a cot, cute and it rocks. As in, it has a rocking motion, it's not particularly awesome.
Option three: a Moses basket. Handy on account of its portability. Possibly too frou frou.
Option four: all of the above, except I'm not mental.

The ongoing decision is names. Obviously the scan will reveal which type of name we need (5 sleeps!!) as I don't like unisex names, but big decision time if it's a Hubert.

Final decision is when to take maternity leave. Actually, I think the answer is ASAP as I'm struggling a bit.

20 weeks now, that's halfway! If we ignore the two weeks prior to conception. Next week is really halfway between supposed conception and supposed due date but hey ho. It's all rather imprecise.

Much the same as 19 weeks symptomwise. Movements are more recognisable, and very frequent. Back pain is getting rubbish, lying down is v difficult and so sleep is a problem. I have a physio appointment next Monday though so hopefully I'll get advice/props to aid me. I also have pain walking and what not, it's not great. I am a teeny concerned as to how difficult getting to the school and back is going to be when they go back after the summers hols. I'll be 35 weeks or so then. Urgh. I'll need to allow 40 mins each way instead of 5-10.

Back to the surface!

Baby obviously* read yesterday's blog as she's right up the surface today. Right above my bellybutton as well so I'm not sure why I'm so high. They say that means a girl but they say that about a lot of things.

*I know.

I thought of a couple of nice boys names today, there is hope. They can obviously still be vetoed but the more I think of the more likely we get one we both like.

Both? Who am I kidding? Approval is required from the junior members of the household also and they have a strong veto.

10 sleeps till next scan!! Which does seem to have come around quickly, despite the perpetual moaning. It's been 6 weeks (and a half) since the dating scan and it's gone an awful lot faster than the 8 weeks from positive test to scan. Partly because there's less to worry about - less, not none - and partly because time goes faster when you don't feel nauseous and vile all the time.

Although sleep would be nice. I am soooooooo uncomfortable lying down, I don't get to sleep until 4 am or so, then awake at 6.

And my sense of smell is still ridiculous. I don't want to smell most smells!!

It's good today. I hope that's a good omen.

Humour?

The designers of the whole reproduction thing, as well as missing some major design flaws, must have had a right laugh.

What fun: to be insomniac when more tired than ever before. Tired? Yes! Sleepy? No!!! And if sleep does arrive, usually around about breakfast time, it is accompanied by bonkers and disturbing dreams.

Jolly japes: constant nausea; the whole concept, smell, effort and existence of food is repulsive. Yet the only way to overcome the nausea is to consume the vile food. In vast quantities because this is the only type of nausea that is accompanied by a insatiable hunger.

Extra laughs: the unquenchable thirst and a bladder capacity of 15ml.

Luckily the hormones make one chilled out and not tetchy or it might annoy rather...