Showing posts with label maternity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label maternity. Show all posts
@cosmicgirlie
Due Date: 01/03/2008
Week: 34+1 days
Month: 8
Trimester: 3
Fetus Age: 32 weeks
Fetal Heartbeat: 138 bpm
Size: 33 cm
Time to Go: 41 days

Hahaha!

So I remembered about blogging. Cos it's been...roughly...

Umpteen billion years. There's good reason though!

No, wait, there isn't. I got tired. I got bored. I got lazy. I got faaarrrrrrr too depressed...

So let me see if I remember how this works. I write stuff, aaaaannnd...that's pretty much it. So now I need to catch up on the last umpteen months. Well christ I don't know if I can do that...I can gloss over stuff though! Let's see.

DPA - they finally suspended me after me trying to work at R as a classroom assistant. It nearly killed me and I ended up going for emergency physio. Yeh that was fun.

Sciatica - not so bad at the minute, but I also have SPD to go with it. Ahhh it's so much fun! Kinda like being kicked in the crotch with steel-toe hub-capped boots. Repeatedly. It's a laugh a minute!

The House: Phase 1 (Bathroom) - Oh my god we've had no bathroom for the last month. MONTH. The lovely G&M next door gave me their spare key so I could use their loo. I may have died a hideous death otherwise. But it's starting to look great now. It's just a shame that Mr Builder likes to show up when he thinks it's appropriate (like this morning when the sink and shower could be fitted and there's NO FREAKING SIGN of him). Mr Tiler has done a fab job though, I'm quite pleased. Just sink, shower, grout and floor to go in then it's complete. Pretty straightforward, huh?

Hmm...



The House: Phase 2 (Nursery) - it's lovely. I love it. Only, I can barely get in there because at the moment all Mocha's stuff is stacked in the crib until I feel happy enough to sort it out. Or, eg, until the frigging bathoom is done and I feel safe in my own goddamn home again (I do NOT like having the fucking toilet and sink stored in the bedroom, thank you very much Mr Builder. That's a sure-fire way of turning me into crazy psycho preggo woman.)

The House: Phase 3 (Home Birth) - yes you read correctly. Whether it will happen is a different matter as everyone seems to be against it (well, anyone in the medical profession. "SPD!" "First time mum!" "We're too scared!!". DH is actually really keen on the idea. The birth unit at BWH is horrible. Hospital is a hospital no matter how much you dress it up. The idea of giving birth at home is one of the best ideas we've had this pregnancy. I hope to god it happens. And of course, I'll kick ass on the way if someone says no.

Me - I'm ok. I have Carpel Tunnel Syndrome, Sciatica, Symphisis Pubis Dysfunction and my nose bleeds weekly when I throw up. I live on banana milk and salt. But you know what? I'm good. Actually, I'm great. And why?

Mocha - Oh my god I love this child so much and it's not even born yet. I haven't even seen it. Well, we kind of have, at a 4d scan:





Ohhhhhh my god how cute is this child?



I am totally NOT biased. At all. Seriously.

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@cosmicgirlie
Because you know, I post so often, there's just too much info for you...errrrrrr yes hi.

Due Date: 01/03/2008
Week: 15+0 days
Month: 4
Trimester: 2
Fetus Age: 13 weeks
Fetal Heartbeat: 140 bpm
Fetal Size: 10.8 - 11.6 cm
Time to Go: 174 days

Crutches do NOT slow me down, no siree bob. Yes, I'm actually faster on them, it's hilarious. DH and I went to Taste of Birmingham on Saturday, and I used the crutches from physio. It was great. Of course my hands were screwing at the end of the day, my arms were shattered and I was ready to collapse, but MAN it was so nice to be able to move around. Hehehe. And faster than on Heelys too. Ooooooohhhhh yes.

The Situation continues to drag along; Union contacted them and said 'Er hello? Risk Assessment?' and work said 'Oh yeh yeh...here ya go, take this generic one to keep you ticking over. If you're lucky, we may even arrange a meeting to make it a personal one. But that's if we pull our finger out.'

Lmao.

Spoken to JT about it some more, he's gonna draft me some legal looking stuff. Annoyingly, I'm still trying to decide if those involved in The Situation are genuinely being THAT stupid, or if they're trying to shaft me. If they're trying to shaft me, then I think I'd like to see considerable mess hitting some sort of fan, because I just want this whole thing resolved now. Wonder if I'm the only one.

I have some more pupils! I'm hoping I can hang on to them til maternity leave, and then hopefully my Old Friend will leave me the heck alone.

Ah yes. My Good Friend. Put in a guest appearance this week, and scared the living bejesus out of me. I didn't hit rock bottom, but I know I was close. That whole 'shall I breathe? Can I be bothered? Can I lift my head up to even acknowledge the question DH just asked? Do I even know the answer? Am I dead yet? Can I be?'

The most frightening (and perhaps sobering thought) was that classic guilt that I didn't want to upset people...not about my own demise, but about Mocha. When I realised I hadn't had any proper food for nearly three days and had slept on the sofa because I had no desire to go and sleep in a proper bed, I suddenly wondered what I was doing to her. I felt really bad. Strangely not as bad as I should have done, but I think part of that is because I don't believe in her yet. I wish I would, and pretty soon, it would help an awful lot.

It also doesn't help with the unecessary duration of The Situation, and I'm convinced that's one of the main reasons why I'm having trouble. Would be nice to know I don't have people spying on my every move (is that even allowed??)

On a completely non-related subject, with the support and advice of TT, I have decided that yes I CAN feel Mocha move. It's quite bizarre, like I'm being gently nudged from the inside! I'd love to say it's awesome, but I'm still struggling to believe it. I keep saying 'when it gets stronger, then yeh for sure blah blah', and so yeh, it got stronger and I'm still like 'blah blah'. I'll be convinced one day! Like maybe when she's ripping her way out of me.

I rediscovered facebook again the other week...it's so good to find ways to stay in touch with the world.
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