I am 61 weeks pregnant? Think I'd better do something about that widget.
So I am single, a rapidly emerging gym junkie and got my first tattoo "jasper" in december.
That is my quick little update for now until I have something better to report.
Oh and of course Jasper is cute as ever, such an amazing little boy, he is love.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Sunday, September 26, 2010
It's a boy!
I have a baby boy! He is beautiful, curled up in my lap as I type.
He is 10 days old today and I am besotted and fascinated by him.
It was a bit of a shock the way it happened, I can't remember if I mentioned how they discovered he was damaging my liver function as well as lowering my platelets which is apparently a really bad thing.
So they sent me to get some blood tests and after two days I decided all must be well when I got a call from the doctor asking me to come in ASAP. So went in and she told me I was having a baby today! (well 11 days ago) she decided they couldnt risk him being in there any longer and had to induce me.
So I went to the hospital, sat around for a while, watched some telly, both my sisters drove in from their homes hours away to join me. The nurses started monitoring me for contractions and monitoring his heart rate. Turns out I had been having contractions for up to 3 days but didn't realise it, I thought it was baby kicking.
Around 6pm they officially induced me, they thought at the rate my contractions were going - very very quickly one after the other, there was a chance I would have him that night, but if not they would break my waters in the morning.
I finally started to feel my contactions and believe me, that was agony, I ended up in the shower, and in bed with my sisters rubbing my back and wiping my face, anything they could think of to make it better for me.
Some time late that night my waters broke naturally, not the most attractive feeling, but better than the fear I had had of it happening in a shopping centre or on a lovely white couch or something like that.
By early morning I could not take any more, had to get my sisters to go get a midwife and request they give me pain medication, I had been planning on gas but they insisted on morphien first - needle, ugh. At least it wasn't an epidural which I was adamant I did not want.
So I didn't think the morphein was working, until about two hours later when it started to wear off, I think after three hours they decided to put me onto the gas as well and called my doctor to check if they could give me another dose of the morphein, which they did.
I spent the rest of the early hours of the morning barely lucid and in absolute agony, the sisters took shifts sleeping and looking after me.
Around 8 or 9am they decided I was dilating enough and moved me into the delivery room, which was quite a feat in itself, the contractions were still so close together it was hard to get out of bed and into the wheelchair between them.
Mum and Dad came to the hospital about then I think, by this stage I was just on gas and sucking it for all I was worth, which was making me very sleepy although I don't think in much less pain.
Mum and Dad came in to the room one after the other then and I think it must have been hard for them to see me like that but special too I think.
It must have been about 10:30 i realised my body was pushing on the contractions completely against my will, I told my sister E who got the midwife in and told her, they said I wasn't ready yet, so when this was still happening a few minutes later I told them again and they decided yes I was in 2nd stage labour (this was expected to go on for an hour or two at this stage) So at 11am they got all prepared to get this baby out. Only I was so doped up I couldn't push. They told me I needed to be more awake and did I want to try it without the gas this time? Um no! But sister C slowly prised the gas from my hand as another contraction was coming on, and the doctor and midwife took my legs and I swear I screamed the place down, this baby was coming. I finally got a mild relief when I felt the head come out but then thought about the shoulders still to come and I think freaked out a bit and decided I couldn't wait any longer (that said, I had thought numerous times through this process that I couldn't do it at all) so I just kept pushing and screaming, the doctor started yelling at me to listen to the midwife but I was not stopping (it is thought that what the midwife was saying was to stop pushing so they could make sure the cord wasn't wrapped around his neck) But nevermind, out he came! Such a relief, and apparently having a baby 24 minutes after you start pushing, especially for the first child, is very very fast, and in one push even more surprising, but I was just glad it was over, I could relax and hold my beautiful boy while they did their thing with stitches and placenta and general gore.
Once I was all fixed up and had had a rest and a cuddle I started to work up to a much needed shower and once I was up for that the sisters took my beautiful baby out to meet him grandparents.
People were a bit worried about me falling down or whatever in the shower but honestly a shower never felt so good and compared to the last 17 hours I was feeling on top of the world!
Finally got out of the shower and went to meet everyone in my room - private room, so lucky there!
Had a lay down and caught up with everyone, lots of photos and cuddles.
The sisters went out and got me lunch - hadn't eaten for maybe 24 hours? A cheeseburger, apparently in my drugged out haze one of my choice phrases (aimed at a McDonalds ad, advertising a new burger named something fancy) was "its a freaking cheeseburger!" which they thought was hillarious.
Mum and Dad left first I think, and C, and then E? I could be wrong, I don't remember it so clearly.
But yeah I was still feeling great, tried to have a sleep but couldn't stop watching this little bundle next to me. We were mostly left alone that night other than a few observations on both of us and some lessons in breastfeeding and stuff. Really didn't get much sleep but it was great, I wasn't sure if he would stay in my room, I'm glad he did.
The next day I managed to get a shower in and some makeup on, and some blood tests done, then E came in, and also B to see us.
Still feeling pretty great E pointed out that I could go home if I wanted, I wasn't obligated to stay, so checked with midwife who checked with doctor and gave me theall clear to go home! 26 hours after the bith, was so good. Although then the pain started to come, I think all the adrenaline or something wore off. Just aches and stuff.
Came home, had some lunch, can't remember what I did for the rest of the afternoon.
Then that night, my big brave early exit from the hospital started to seem like a bad idea. The breast feeding had started to really hurt, and he refused to settle, after barely making a peep in hospital he was all guns blazing at this stage, around 11pm I was trying to feed him and between him being unhappy and the level of pain it was causing - I was in tears, we just couldn't do it.
Mum rang the hospital and Dad and C went out looking for formula - apparently impossible at that time of night in this town, so they went to the hospital and got some formula there.
Some time around 12:30 I think I was so exhausted and couldn't stop crying (seems the "3 day blues" came a day early) so the family sent me to bed - no I couldn't get to sleep forever, especially with him crying, it hurt me not to try comfort him.
Around 3am I woke up and found C camped in his room, looking after him, E was helping out to, I got a bit upset then too, feeling like such a failure and like I couldn't help.
The next night C started off looking after him but after a quick nap I went and asked to take over, we slept on the lounge together, him curled up on my chest. We did that for quite a few nights after too, me pushing myself to do it myself so that I could once the sisters went home.
Since then we are getting into a routine, getting to know each other, how not to drown him in his bath, how to get enough sleep. Mum and Dad are being amazing taking turns babysitting so I can have a rest in the bath, or a nap each day.
And here we are, day 10 and a gorgeous little bundle asleep in my arms.
He is 10 days old today and I am besotted and fascinated by him.
It was a bit of a shock the way it happened, I can't remember if I mentioned how they discovered he was damaging my liver function as well as lowering my platelets which is apparently a really bad thing.
So they sent me to get some blood tests and after two days I decided all must be well when I got a call from the doctor asking me to come in ASAP. So went in and she told me I was having a baby today! (well 11 days ago) she decided they couldnt risk him being in there any longer and had to induce me.
So I went to the hospital, sat around for a while, watched some telly, both my sisters drove in from their homes hours away to join me. The nurses started monitoring me for contractions and monitoring his heart rate. Turns out I had been having contractions for up to 3 days but didn't realise it, I thought it was baby kicking.
Around 6pm they officially induced me, they thought at the rate my contractions were going - very very quickly one after the other, there was a chance I would have him that night, but if not they would break my waters in the morning.
I finally started to feel my contactions and believe me, that was agony, I ended up in the shower, and in bed with my sisters rubbing my back and wiping my face, anything they could think of to make it better for me.
Some time late that night my waters broke naturally, not the most attractive feeling, but better than the fear I had had of it happening in a shopping centre or on a lovely white couch or something like that.
By early morning I could not take any more, had to get my sisters to go get a midwife and request they give me pain medication, I had been planning on gas but they insisted on morphien first - needle, ugh. At least it wasn't an epidural which I was adamant I did not want.
So I didn't think the morphein was working, until about two hours later when it started to wear off, I think after three hours they decided to put me onto the gas as well and called my doctor to check if they could give me another dose of the morphein, which they did.
I spent the rest of the early hours of the morning barely lucid and in absolute agony, the sisters took shifts sleeping and looking after me.
Around 8 or 9am they decided I was dilating enough and moved me into the delivery room, which was quite a feat in itself, the contractions were still so close together it was hard to get out of bed and into the wheelchair between them.
Mum and Dad came to the hospital about then I think, by this stage I was just on gas and sucking it for all I was worth, which was making me very sleepy although I don't think in much less pain.
Mum and Dad came in to the room one after the other then and I think it must have been hard for them to see me like that but special too I think.
It must have been about 10:30 i realised my body was pushing on the contractions completely against my will, I told my sister E who got the midwife in and told her, they said I wasn't ready yet, so when this was still happening a few minutes later I told them again and they decided yes I was in 2nd stage labour (this was expected to go on for an hour or two at this stage) So at 11am they got all prepared to get this baby out. Only I was so doped up I couldn't push. They told me I needed to be more awake and did I want to try it without the gas this time? Um no! But sister C slowly prised the gas from my hand as another contraction was coming on, and the doctor and midwife took my legs and I swear I screamed the place down, this baby was coming. I finally got a mild relief when I felt the head come out but then thought about the shoulders still to come and I think freaked out a bit and decided I couldn't wait any longer (that said, I had thought numerous times through this process that I couldn't do it at all) so I just kept pushing and screaming, the doctor started yelling at me to listen to the midwife but I was not stopping (it is thought that what the midwife was saying was to stop pushing so they could make sure the cord wasn't wrapped around his neck) But nevermind, out he came! Such a relief, and apparently having a baby 24 minutes after you start pushing, especially for the first child, is very very fast, and in one push even more surprising, but I was just glad it was over, I could relax and hold my beautiful boy while they did their thing with stitches and placenta and general gore.
Once I was all fixed up and had had a rest and a cuddle I started to work up to a much needed shower and once I was up for that the sisters took my beautiful baby out to meet him grandparents.
People were a bit worried about me falling down or whatever in the shower but honestly a shower never felt so good and compared to the last 17 hours I was feeling on top of the world!
Finally got out of the shower and went to meet everyone in my room - private room, so lucky there!
Had a lay down and caught up with everyone, lots of photos and cuddles.
The sisters went out and got me lunch - hadn't eaten for maybe 24 hours? A cheeseburger, apparently in my drugged out haze one of my choice phrases (aimed at a McDonalds ad, advertising a new burger named something fancy) was "its a freaking cheeseburger!" which they thought was hillarious.
Mum and Dad left first I think, and C, and then E? I could be wrong, I don't remember it so clearly.
But yeah I was still feeling great, tried to have a sleep but couldn't stop watching this little bundle next to me. We were mostly left alone that night other than a few observations on both of us and some lessons in breastfeeding and stuff. Really didn't get much sleep but it was great, I wasn't sure if he would stay in my room, I'm glad he did.
The next day I managed to get a shower in and some makeup on, and some blood tests done, then E came in, and also B to see us.
Still feeling pretty great E pointed out that I could go home if I wanted, I wasn't obligated to stay, so checked with midwife who checked with doctor and gave me theall clear to go home! 26 hours after the bith, was so good. Although then the pain started to come, I think all the adrenaline or something wore off. Just aches and stuff.
Came home, had some lunch, can't remember what I did for the rest of the afternoon.
Then that night, my big brave early exit from the hospital started to seem like a bad idea. The breast feeding had started to really hurt, and he refused to settle, after barely making a peep in hospital he was all guns blazing at this stage, around 11pm I was trying to feed him and between him being unhappy and the level of pain it was causing - I was in tears, we just couldn't do it.
Mum rang the hospital and Dad and C went out looking for formula - apparently impossible at that time of night in this town, so they went to the hospital and got some formula there.
Some time around 12:30 I think I was so exhausted and couldn't stop crying (seems the "3 day blues" came a day early) so the family sent me to bed - no I couldn't get to sleep forever, especially with him crying, it hurt me not to try comfort him.
Around 3am I woke up and found C camped in his room, looking after him, E was helping out to, I got a bit upset then too, feeling like such a failure and like I couldn't help.
The next night C started off looking after him but after a quick nap I went and asked to take over, we slept on the lounge together, him curled up on my chest. We did that for quite a few nights after too, me pushing myself to do it myself so that I could once the sisters went home.
Since then we are getting into a routine, getting to know each other, how not to drown him in his bath, how to get enough sleep. Mum and Dad are being amazing taking turns babysitting so I can have a rest in the bath, or a nap each day.
And here we are, day 10 and a gorgeous little bundle asleep in my arms.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Meh
I've been meaning to update this for weeks now, I want to remember everything that is happening with this pregnancy.
Anyway things aren't so good at the moment. Baby is due in 3 weeks - I've had a pretty strong feeling for a few months that he is coming early though and by his recent movements my doctor also thinks that is a possibility.
I also have to have an iron infusion in two days, I've been getting more and more exhausted and dizzy and after another blood test found that my iron level is practically non existant at the moment. But considering I have had crap iron levels for as long as I remember it is a bit exciting to see how much better I feel.
Although I have my driving test tomorrow. I have realised I haven't actually done any reverse parking or parallel parking which could be a problem. If I fail this test it could be another two months before I can get a booking, by which time I will have a baby and I have to have my log book for 6 months after passing a driving test and I really need my license as soon as possible.
Also Mum is in hospital. She got sick about a week ago, it looked to me like the flu. But she got worse, I took her to the doctors on Monday (really appreciating the fact that I at least have my L's this week) and they seemed to think she had a UTI and I can't remember what else. They gave her antibiotics and some forms for a bunch of blood tests. So she spent the week in bed taking the antibiotics and lots of panadol and eating almost nothing. By Friday she was only getting worse so I took her in to the hospital to get the blood tests done and then in to her doctor again. The doctor didn't have the blood test results but gave her some different antibiotics and some panadeine forte, they told her to try drink at least 3L of water a day because she was so severely dehydrated, and suggested if she couldn't she may need to go to the hospital to get rehydrated by an IV.
So I took her back home, put her to bed with her new antibiotics and a panadeine which knocked her out. She woke up about 6 but couldn't even stay awake to get to the bathroom or get through a sentence. So i called the hospital and my sister and they both thought she should go in to the hospital. So Dad managed to get her into the car, she was so out of it and could hardly walk. I thought they would just rehydrate her overnight and she would come home in the morning but its Sunday now and she is still there. They have her on the fluid IV drip and well as IV antibiotics, and she seemed much better yesterday if for only being rehydrated. But they took a bunch of blood on Friday night because they think she has a blood infection and those results won't be in until at least late today. They also think she has diabetes, apparently her blood sugar has been pretty severe.
So just to make it all about me, I feel so guilty because I have been cooking almost all her meals the last few months and only now does she go down with diabetes. Because I tried to look after her and feel like I palmed her off to the hospital. And because now she is stuck in the hospital which I know must make her miserable.
I know, selfish thoughts but I can't help it.
In pregnancy news my 'belly' is relatively small considering time is almost up. It's way smaller than every other woman in my antenatal class and everyone I speak to is amazed I've only got weeks to go, its a bit weird.
The doctor said the baby is a really good size though, and I have only put on 3 kilos in the last 20 weeks so its pretty much all baby and I may myself actually end up weighing less than I did before I was pregnant which is a nice thought.
The stretch marks aren't quite so good. They could be worse I guess but once they started they multiplied rapidly and look horrific around the scar of my belly button piercing (years ago removed). So I am cocoa buttering it up to the best of my ability but all that seems to do is maybe make them less itchy.
Baby also appears to be "engaging" - moving into position where his head will settle in between my pelvic bones, then its just a waiting game, seems two weeks from the time he is fully settled that it will all start happening.
I'm freaking out about the birth and still feeling pretty alone in it. Still having dramas with sister C so yesterday once and for all decided it will not be beneficial having her as my support person and sister E is going to try make it instead, should be fine, sounds like labour will go on for absolutely forever. I wish sister C and I could just stop trying to make our relationship something its not and never will be, we just don't interact well together. Best friend S is coming over too, bit of a guessing game as to whether he will be here while I'm in hospital because of the uncertain timing of the birth and the fact that he has a life in Melbourne and has only so much leeway which is fair enough. And I may need to call on B if i need someone while E is making her way here. Mum just doesn't want to see her daughter in that much pain, I think she was a bit freaked out by seeing E go through it. B is being great though, really helping me out. I have a few things like this iron infusion and my last antenatal class that Mum just isn't up for this week and although I am waiting for confirmation I'm pretty sure B will help me out.
Oh and on other pregnancy news my feet have started doing that swelling thing, they hurt and they itch and they are hot and puffy, it sucks. And the baby is starting to actually hurt me, with my belly not being so big he is pulling on (well pushing on i guess) my stomach muscles near my ribs, as well as with him being down in my pelvis there is quite a bit of pain there, only on the right side which is weird. It's mostly bad when I stand up and the pressure is applied, but last night I couldn't even roll over because of this pain in my right side, I am trying to sleep mostly on my left side because apparently the way you spend most of your time directs the way they settle in to come out and there is a certain way you want them to come out to avoid additional pain, his spine should be along my belly facing out, if his spine is facing my spine it will hurt more. Well his spine has been lined along my right side the last few months, so if he slides down that way is very much not good.
Anyway that's my updates for now, most likely I will have a baby by the time I get back here.
Anyway things aren't so good at the moment. Baby is due in 3 weeks - I've had a pretty strong feeling for a few months that he is coming early though and by his recent movements my doctor also thinks that is a possibility.
I also have to have an iron infusion in two days, I've been getting more and more exhausted and dizzy and after another blood test found that my iron level is practically non existant at the moment. But considering I have had crap iron levels for as long as I remember it is a bit exciting to see how much better I feel.
Although I have my driving test tomorrow. I have realised I haven't actually done any reverse parking or parallel parking which could be a problem. If I fail this test it could be another two months before I can get a booking, by which time I will have a baby and I have to have my log book for 6 months after passing a driving test and I really need my license as soon as possible.
Also Mum is in hospital. She got sick about a week ago, it looked to me like the flu. But she got worse, I took her to the doctors on Monday (really appreciating the fact that I at least have my L's this week) and they seemed to think she had a UTI and I can't remember what else. They gave her antibiotics and some forms for a bunch of blood tests. So she spent the week in bed taking the antibiotics and lots of panadol and eating almost nothing. By Friday she was only getting worse so I took her in to the hospital to get the blood tests done and then in to her doctor again. The doctor didn't have the blood test results but gave her some different antibiotics and some panadeine forte, they told her to try drink at least 3L of water a day because she was so severely dehydrated, and suggested if she couldn't she may need to go to the hospital to get rehydrated by an IV.
So I took her back home, put her to bed with her new antibiotics and a panadeine which knocked her out. She woke up about 6 but couldn't even stay awake to get to the bathroom or get through a sentence. So i called the hospital and my sister and they both thought she should go in to the hospital. So Dad managed to get her into the car, she was so out of it and could hardly walk. I thought they would just rehydrate her overnight and she would come home in the morning but its Sunday now and she is still there. They have her on the fluid IV drip and well as IV antibiotics, and she seemed much better yesterday if for only being rehydrated. But they took a bunch of blood on Friday night because they think she has a blood infection and those results won't be in until at least late today. They also think she has diabetes, apparently her blood sugar has been pretty severe.
So just to make it all about me, I feel so guilty because I have been cooking almost all her meals the last few months and only now does she go down with diabetes. Because I tried to look after her and feel like I palmed her off to the hospital. And because now she is stuck in the hospital which I know must make her miserable.
I know, selfish thoughts but I can't help it.
In pregnancy news my 'belly' is relatively small considering time is almost up. It's way smaller than every other woman in my antenatal class and everyone I speak to is amazed I've only got weeks to go, its a bit weird.
The doctor said the baby is a really good size though, and I have only put on 3 kilos in the last 20 weeks so its pretty much all baby and I may myself actually end up weighing less than I did before I was pregnant which is a nice thought.
The stretch marks aren't quite so good. They could be worse I guess but once they started they multiplied rapidly and look horrific around the scar of my belly button piercing (years ago removed). So I am cocoa buttering it up to the best of my ability but all that seems to do is maybe make them less itchy.
Baby also appears to be "engaging" - moving into position where his head will settle in between my pelvic bones, then its just a waiting game, seems two weeks from the time he is fully settled that it will all start happening.
I'm freaking out about the birth and still feeling pretty alone in it. Still having dramas with sister C so yesterday once and for all decided it will not be beneficial having her as my support person and sister E is going to try make it instead, should be fine, sounds like labour will go on for absolutely forever. I wish sister C and I could just stop trying to make our relationship something its not and never will be, we just don't interact well together. Best friend S is coming over too, bit of a guessing game as to whether he will be here while I'm in hospital because of the uncertain timing of the birth and the fact that he has a life in Melbourne and has only so much leeway which is fair enough. And I may need to call on B if i need someone while E is making her way here. Mum just doesn't want to see her daughter in that much pain, I think she was a bit freaked out by seeing E go through it. B is being great though, really helping me out. I have a few things like this iron infusion and my last antenatal class that Mum just isn't up for this week and although I am waiting for confirmation I'm pretty sure B will help me out.
Oh and on other pregnancy news my feet have started doing that swelling thing, they hurt and they itch and they are hot and puffy, it sucks. And the baby is starting to actually hurt me, with my belly not being so big he is pulling on (well pushing on i guess) my stomach muscles near my ribs, as well as with him being down in my pelvis there is quite a bit of pain there, only on the right side which is weird. It's mostly bad when I stand up and the pressure is applied, but last night I couldn't even roll over because of this pain in my right side, I am trying to sleep mostly on my left side because apparently the way you spend most of your time directs the way they settle in to come out and there is a certain way you want them to come out to avoid additional pain, his spine should be along my belly facing out, if his spine is facing my spine it will hurt more. Well his spine has been lined along my right side the last few months, so if he slides down that way is very much not good.
Anyway that's my updates for now, most likely I will have a baby by the time I get back here.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Bits and Pieces
Just saw the new Twilight movie, was pretty good.
Have been painting the cot and change table, turns out I'm not a very good painter but they are looking alright if not a bit rustic, but god does it hurt! I'm so stiff and bruised and pulled a damn muscle in my shoulder again, will be good to get it finished, which is taking much longer than I expected.
I am in love with my tummy, and also a little freaked out by it. I mean when you think about it it's a pretty weird thing, something living and growing inside you and morphing your body to accomodate it, but it's also pretty cool, I keep getting shocked when it grows some more.
Weekend away went well, E and Mum got along, think they are both so set in their ways of not talking to each other that not much has changed in terms of not calling each other or anything but at least sticking them together for a weekend finally broke through the akwardness and got them civil again.
Missing Melbourne, mostly the freedom I think. It has finally hit me that here I can't just get up at 6am 7 days a week and walk to get somewhere, to go shopping, jump on a tram or train and go somewhere. Here I am not within walking distance of anything except parks to walk in, I have no sign of public transport, and really there isn't much to do here anyway. I am seeing myself turning into one of those women who "lunch" and shop to fill in the days, but for now I have to get lifts into town to do that too, which is immensly frustrating, looking forward to getting through this whole L plates thing at last.
That may be about it for now.
Have been painting the cot and change table, turns out I'm not a very good painter but they are looking alright if not a bit rustic, but god does it hurt! I'm so stiff and bruised and pulled a damn muscle in my shoulder again, will be good to get it finished, which is taking much longer than I expected.
I am in love with my tummy, and also a little freaked out by it. I mean when you think about it it's a pretty weird thing, something living and growing inside you and morphing your body to accomodate it, but it's also pretty cool, I keep getting shocked when it grows some more.
Weekend away went well, E and Mum got along, think they are both so set in their ways of not talking to each other that not much has changed in terms of not calling each other or anything but at least sticking them together for a weekend finally broke through the akwardness and got them civil again.
Missing Melbourne, mostly the freedom I think. It has finally hit me that here I can't just get up at 6am 7 days a week and walk to get somewhere, to go shopping, jump on a tram or train and go somewhere. Here I am not within walking distance of anything except parks to walk in, I have no sign of public transport, and really there isn't much to do here anyway. I am seeing myself turning into one of those women who "lunch" and shop to fill in the days, but for now I have to get lifts into town to do that too, which is immensly frustrating, looking forward to getting through this whole L plates thing at last.
That may be about it for now.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Baby Shower Weekend
So after my blog the other day I realised there was a few things I left out, lets see if I can remember them.
The first is that B and I went out a few more times but in the end I just couldn't get my mind into the zone it should have been in for him, it was like I already have so much going on in there I couldn't get any more in. It wasn't fair on him to not be able to give him the attention he deserves. So I explained all that to him and he understands, we are going to try still be friends which I would like. Especially being so far away from my best friend S.
Also a thing I have been meaning to note just in case JJ ever asks me if I had cravings while pregnant with him. Not that he probably will, it never occured to me to ask my Mum until I got pregnant and I don't believe that will be happening to JJ. But here they are, eggs, mushrooms and chicken - and maybe nutella, I can't decide if that is a craving or not. But yeah it seems to be protien, in the forms of Eggs Hollandaise, mushrooms cooked pretty much any way but in large quantities, and McDonalds chicken nuggets, you know the seasoned batter ones? It really makes you realise how crumbed nuggets don't match up when you are truly craving them, haha.
I think there was one other thing but I must go because we are about to leave for the birthday / baby shower weekend :)
The first is that B and I went out a few more times but in the end I just couldn't get my mind into the zone it should have been in for him, it was like I already have so much going on in there I couldn't get any more in. It wasn't fair on him to not be able to give him the attention he deserves. So I explained all that to him and he understands, we are going to try still be friends which I would like. Especially being so far away from my best friend S.
Also a thing I have been meaning to note just in case JJ ever asks me if I had cravings while pregnant with him. Not that he probably will, it never occured to me to ask my Mum until I got pregnant and I don't believe that will be happening to JJ. But here they are, eggs, mushrooms and chicken - and maybe nutella, I can't decide if that is a craving or not. But yeah it seems to be protien, in the forms of Eggs Hollandaise, mushrooms cooked pretty much any way but in large quantities, and McDonalds chicken nuggets, you know the seasoned batter ones? It really makes you realise how crumbed nuggets don't match up when you are truly craving them, haha.
I think there was one other thing but I must go because we are about to leave for the birthday / baby shower weekend :)
Friday, June 18, 2010
It's about time.
Ahh well, Glorious Foxtel is being installed as I write so since I haven't managed to update in quite a while I should probably do it now before I have the added distraction of Foxtel.
So 26 weeks now! 14 to go! CRAZY!
Also had gotten to point with Centrelink and job agency that I was required to if not find a job, then be placed in 30 hours a week of voluntary work or training. Which to be honest I don't think I am currently physically up to - Pregnancy is full on!
So had a chat to my doctor and between her and Centrelink it was agreed the best action would be to get a medical certificate starting my too pregnant to work exemption early, so that is done and a huge stress off my shoulders. They did however inform me I don't really have an option about chasing J for child support, but that the agency can do it for me. I just don't want to fight with him or be given any more false promises. I don't want anything from him but if not asking him for money means getting next to no money from Centrelink to live on I don't really have an option.
Moved in to new house with Mum and Dad this week, its lovely and big. And of course will be all the better for having Foxtel in it! One in each lounge room, ahhh.
Started unpacking JJ's room yesterday, sorting things out, starting to feel a bit better about that (except for the bruise and chunk missing on my foot from where I dropped a cupboard on it). It currently has a bug bomb going off in it because there seem to be lots of gross black spiders around - My room is next! The rest of the house is a bit harder because its so open plan and the cat refuses to go outside.
Next weekend is my baby shower / birthday getaway to a retreat in the country with Mum and my sisters, hopefully will be really good if we can all try not to kill each other. One sister is coming down here a couple of days before and the other sister is going to come back here on the day we leave the retreat to show me how to set up all the stuff she gave me - cots, change tables, various other objects of what purpose I am yet to discover.
Then comes my favourite time of year, tax return time. Be assured, by July 1 my tax return will be completed online and well on it's way to appearing in my bank account. At which time I shall pick up all the stuff I have laybuyed for JJ, pay off my bills and give Mum and Dad a chunk to get us in advance on bills here, and then arrange to have the rest of my stuff sent over from my Aunts house. Lovely! Shall be so excited if any money remains after that, but just getting those things done will be a good start.
So baby appears to be coming along perfectly by all reports. And my iron isn't too low for a change. He kicks and squirms quite regularly now. I am still trying to catch some kicks for Mum, but it seems when I call her over or move he goes all shy (I think she is a bit offended - maybe he will kick her when he comes out). I took advantage of no one being here to monitor my naughty lifting of heavy things etc yesterday and did a massive amount of unpacking and moving of boxes and a little furniture. Can't say I regret doing it because the house now at least looks a bit like a house and I can sit on a couch without climbing through mountains of boxes, but yes I do agree it was a bit stupid and JJ was a little put out and my back was very put out, but considering, we both seem to feel OK today so that's good!
Well Foxtel guy is still working away but I may go air out the bug bombed room and put some more washing on anyway. Finally after a week of day and night pouring rain we have sunshine!
So 26 weeks now! 14 to go! CRAZY!
Also had gotten to point with Centrelink and job agency that I was required to if not find a job, then be placed in 30 hours a week of voluntary work or training. Which to be honest I don't think I am currently physically up to - Pregnancy is full on!
So had a chat to my doctor and between her and Centrelink it was agreed the best action would be to get a medical certificate starting my too pregnant to work exemption early, so that is done and a huge stress off my shoulders. They did however inform me I don't really have an option about chasing J for child support, but that the agency can do it for me. I just don't want to fight with him or be given any more false promises. I don't want anything from him but if not asking him for money means getting next to no money from Centrelink to live on I don't really have an option.
Moved in to new house with Mum and Dad this week, its lovely and big. And of course will be all the better for having Foxtel in it! One in each lounge room, ahhh.
Started unpacking JJ's room yesterday, sorting things out, starting to feel a bit better about that (except for the bruise and chunk missing on my foot from where I dropped a cupboard on it). It currently has a bug bomb going off in it because there seem to be lots of gross black spiders around - My room is next! The rest of the house is a bit harder because its so open plan and the cat refuses to go outside.
Next weekend is my baby shower / birthday getaway to a retreat in the country with Mum and my sisters, hopefully will be really good if we can all try not to kill each other. One sister is coming down here a couple of days before and the other sister is going to come back here on the day we leave the retreat to show me how to set up all the stuff she gave me - cots, change tables, various other objects of what purpose I am yet to discover.
Then comes my favourite time of year, tax return time. Be assured, by July 1 my tax return will be completed online and well on it's way to appearing in my bank account. At which time I shall pick up all the stuff I have laybuyed for JJ, pay off my bills and give Mum and Dad a chunk to get us in advance on bills here, and then arrange to have the rest of my stuff sent over from my Aunts house. Lovely! Shall be so excited if any money remains after that, but just getting those things done will be a good start.
So baby appears to be coming along perfectly by all reports. And my iron isn't too low for a change. He kicks and squirms quite regularly now. I am still trying to catch some kicks for Mum, but it seems when I call her over or move he goes all shy (I think she is a bit offended - maybe he will kick her when he comes out). I took advantage of no one being here to monitor my naughty lifting of heavy things etc yesterday and did a massive amount of unpacking and moving of boxes and a little furniture. Can't say I regret doing it because the house now at least looks a bit like a house and I can sit on a couch without climbing through mountains of boxes, but yes I do agree it was a bit stupid and JJ was a little put out and my back was very put out, but considering, we both seem to feel OK today so that's good!
Well Foxtel guy is still working away but I may go air out the bug bombed room and put some more washing on anyway. Finally after a week of day and night pouring rain we have sunshine!
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Bloody Coffee
So I know 10:30 is not late, but it's about 2 hours later than I have been going to sleep lately and I am still wide awake :(
Combination of things really - 1. Had a coffee today. Have been avoiding coffee recently because it seems to be having a disturbing effect on my heart (big thumping of the heart - more than is considered normal I think). But I was so tired this morning and was going to look at rentals with Mum. Now have heartburn - a new thing to me and incredibly unpleasant; as well as being wide awake and having a slightly too vigorous heartbeat.
2. Looked at rentals with Mum today, found one we love, don't seem to have any competition - yet, however need to move fast. My father does not seem to entirely grasp this concept and it makes me very nervous, Mum and I aren't prepared to lose this one. So I am thinking about that - and also of course planning the layout of the rooms if we do get it :)
3. I am having lunch with B tomorrow. I haven't yet seen him since I got back, so for around 3 years I think. So whilst I don't want to get too excited... it seems I am.
We are still speaking every day, he is so lovely. I know it's going to annoy me so much when Mum, and Dad more quietly judge him on his tattoos and piercings.
B seems to be prepared though, he asked me today if he should cover his piercings when he comes over. He seems to grasp that this is not going to be an easy relationship to explain to my parents, in terms of the timing (pregnancy) and that we are going to need to be careful with my parents and try ease them into it and make them understand we aren't taking this lightly and that we are aware the baby is the priority and all the complications that come with that.
And the parents have to be able to accept it because hopefully B isn't going anywhere, and I will be living with Mum and Dad for a minimum of 3 years now that I am the reason they will be doubling their rent ( I am paying half once we move of course, but if I move out they would be a bit screwed)
I think I am at the nesting stage and that is quite difficult when I don't have a house to nest in. I really want to get JJ's room set up so I can figure out what I have and what I need and prepare.
It's raining pretty heavily at the moment. I quite like it. The weather has been really surprisingly nice all week, cool mornings but warm days and lots of sun. But this weekend the bad weather hit, but yeah, I like it.
Hmmm JJ is kicking. He is getting much stronger or bigger or both. I seem to have had another belly growth spurt this week, I didn't realise until I looked in the mirror last night but Mum said she had already noticed it.
Hmm nothing like Marylin Manson when you are trying to get to sleep. Then again, it is the cover of Sweet Dreams so I guess that is appropriate.
I do have some taped TV shows I could be watching but it will be so cold out of bed :(
The book I am reading is crap, its about this sexist raver druggie guy and it just reminds me of J - the raver druggie part at least.
God I am going to be exhausted tomorrow.
Can't remember if I blogged earlier this week, don't think so. Met my new doctor, who will also be the one delivering JJ, who is lovely, really happy with her. Turned out though my blood pressure and iron were both too low. Blood pressure being low seems to come with pregnancy and it is a bit better now, and I have gotten back onto the iron supplement - ugh.
Ugh so wish I could sleep.
Anyway I think you are more or less up to date so I will go check my facebook and then consider what to do with the remainder or my night.
Goodnight.
Combination of things really - 1. Had a coffee today. Have been avoiding coffee recently because it seems to be having a disturbing effect on my heart (big thumping of the heart - more than is considered normal I think). But I was so tired this morning and was going to look at rentals with Mum. Now have heartburn - a new thing to me and incredibly unpleasant; as well as being wide awake and having a slightly too vigorous heartbeat.
2. Looked at rentals with Mum today, found one we love, don't seem to have any competition - yet, however need to move fast. My father does not seem to entirely grasp this concept and it makes me very nervous, Mum and I aren't prepared to lose this one. So I am thinking about that - and also of course planning the layout of the rooms if we do get it :)
3. I am having lunch with B tomorrow. I haven't yet seen him since I got back, so for around 3 years I think. So whilst I don't want to get too excited... it seems I am.
We are still speaking every day, he is so lovely. I know it's going to annoy me so much when Mum, and Dad more quietly judge him on his tattoos and piercings.
B seems to be prepared though, he asked me today if he should cover his piercings when he comes over. He seems to grasp that this is not going to be an easy relationship to explain to my parents, in terms of the timing (pregnancy) and that we are going to need to be careful with my parents and try ease them into it and make them understand we aren't taking this lightly and that we are aware the baby is the priority and all the complications that come with that.
And the parents have to be able to accept it because hopefully B isn't going anywhere, and I will be living with Mum and Dad for a minimum of 3 years now that I am the reason they will be doubling their rent ( I am paying half once we move of course, but if I move out they would be a bit screwed)
I think I am at the nesting stage and that is quite difficult when I don't have a house to nest in. I really want to get JJ's room set up so I can figure out what I have and what I need and prepare.
It's raining pretty heavily at the moment. I quite like it. The weather has been really surprisingly nice all week, cool mornings but warm days and lots of sun. But this weekend the bad weather hit, but yeah, I like it.
Hmmm JJ is kicking. He is getting much stronger or bigger or both. I seem to have had another belly growth spurt this week, I didn't realise until I looked in the mirror last night but Mum said she had already noticed it.
Hmm nothing like Marylin Manson when you are trying to get to sleep. Then again, it is the cover of Sweet Dreams so I guess that is appropriate.
I do have some taped TV shows I could be watching but it will be so cold out of bed :(
The book I am reading is crap, its about this sexist raver druggie guy and it just reminds me of J - the raver druggie part at least.
God I am going to be exhausted tomorrow.
Can't remember if I blogged earlier this week, don't think so. Met my new doctor, who will also be the one delivering JJ, who is lovely, really happy with her. Turned out though my blood pressure and iron were both too low. Blood pressure being low seems to come with pregnancy and it is a bit better now, and I have gotten back onto the iron supplement - ugh.
Ugh so wish I could sleep.
Anyway I think you are more or less up to date so I will go check my facebook and then consider what to do with the remainder or my night.
Goodnight.
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