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Sunday 26 January 2014

10 weeks to go

Very tired this morning with a killer back ache.  Poor Scout decided to sleep up the other end of the bed because I was so restless and clearly taking up too much room with my pillows.  Basically I think I've been doing too much and now I'm paying for it.  I spent half of Saturday at the sewing machine repairing clothes, teaching the girls about what I was doing and making Charlie a pair of summer PJ pants which actually turned out ok considering I didn't have a pattern.  Then yesterday I was out shopping with Jazz for most of the day, so now my back is very unhappy with me.  I'm tight all down my right side and no amount of stretching seems to be helping the situation.  Anyway ... I know I need to suck it up and get use to it cos it's going to get a lot worse, but right now I'm still sitting in my cranky pants!  

We have been talking about names for baby alot lately and getting nowhere.  Both of us like fairly old fashioned names but anything outside of that, we can't agree on.  And none of the ones we do both like are all that exciting.  I spent a lot of time looking at websites last night and even started trying to trace my family tree to find something.  The problem is ... I can't seem to let go of the one name I always wanted to use for girl.  I was very close to my nan and I always thought if I had a girl I would name it after her.  My nan's first name was Lil so I always planned to use Lily for a girls name.  This was right up until Scout's ex named his daughter Lillianne two years ago.  Normally I wouldn't care what he called his kid but the reality is, Lillianne is Charlie and Jazzy's half sister so it's a bit hard to try and give them another sister named Lily. My nan's middle name is 'Forward' - very odd/unusual and probably not a name our little one would appreciate later in life so basically both my nan's names are out and I am left feeling a bit sad and hormonal about the whole thing.  At this rate the poor kid will end up being nameless for weeks after it's born because I can't think of another name that will cut it.  It's a first world problem I know ... and I will get over it ... eventually ... but right now it's a real shit.

Baby wise, our midwife appointment was fine.  I'm measuring right on track and baby's heart rate is still galloping along.  The midwife started asking about birth plan / preferences and I don't think she was too impressed with my response.  Scout and I opted not to do the prenatal classes because basically we didn't feel up to being the token lesbians amidst all the hetero couples etc and I figured I could just read about it and that would be enough.  Scout never did classes for the girls and neither did her mum with any of her kids.  They are both very pro-epidural and most baby birth shows I've watched all end in the mother needing one anyway so in my head, my birth plan has been pretty simple - I want an epidural.  If there's an option that will address the pain then why would I choose not to use it?  I don't feel the need to prove anything, nor is it important to me to have an all natural birth.  As long and baby is ok and I'm ok, I'm happy.  Anyway, this midwife seemed a bit unimpressed by my lack of "care factor" in this department and started talking about gas and pethidene and other stuff.  It kinda pissed me off and to be honest I was kinda shocked that she believed pethidene was a better option than an epidural.  But I did get her point that I needed to consider all the available options, so since this conversation I've decided I need to get a bit better educated so my decisions are alittle more "informed".  No doubt it'll probably still end in an epidural or I might need a c-section, but I do need to be a bit more serious about how I'm going to handle the early stages of labour.  And I also need to come up with some strategies to deal with situations that might make me panic.  I might not be so concerned about how baby arrives, but I am concerned about her arriving safely.  Anyway, I've started reading a birth skills book and will also make a point of reading up on all the drug related options for pain control over the next month or so, including the pros and cons of an epidural.  

Apart from my birth skills book, I've also started reading and thinking about how I'm going to cope with baby once she's on the outside.  It's an interesting position to be in when your partner has already had and cared for a baby but you haven't.  Jazzy was two when I came into the picture and when I worked as a nanny OS, all the kids were also two or older.  So this will be all new for me and while I have an experienced partner to help me though it (which is obviously a bonus), it comes with it's own challenges in some ways.  So far, Scout has been very good about not offering too much 'advice' through this whole pregnancy.  She's been understanding and supportive and has only really had an opinion about the birth to be honest.  But when I find myself thinking about how I want to care for baby, I sometimes feel almost alittle closeted and foolish discussing ideas with her that I know are different from the way she would do things.  She has always humoured me, and supported me in trying things she personally thinks are just crazy and won't work, so normally I don't have a problem in just laying these ideas out there but when it comes to baby stuff, I guess I feel bit 'hesitant'?   I'm inexperienced and uninitiated, so it makes me feel a bit 'silly' coming out with ideas that I know she might scoff at.  I don't have a heap of them ... but there is the odd thing that's come up lately and I'm surprised by how much confidence I feel like I've needed to pluck up just to raise them.  We communicate very well about most things and even with this stuff, the discussions are always supportive even when there is a difference of opinion but I guess it's just interesting that I suddenly find myself feeling alittle 'intimated' as I enter into this new role.  Anyways, bless her, she never rolls her eyes and is always happy to let me indulge in ideas I know aren't necessarily her preference, so I really shouldn't feel so silly about sharing them.  

Anyway, I'm 30 weeks this week :). My bump is still "small", "neat" and "compact" (as described by those around me).  Honestly I think my arse is bigger than my bump, but I'm definately feeling the stretch and starting to notice the odd thing that's getting harder to do.  Two more weeks and we get to see our little one again at a 32 week scan.  Hopefully that placenta has moved up by then!  We've had some more pics taken and will probably get some more done around the time I finish work.  Girls go back to school on Wednesday and I'm not sure how they are going to cope with getting up early and being back in a routine of homework, dinner, bath and bed, but one way or another we're all going to have to get back into the swing of things.  Anyway ... I'll leave you with a few of the pics from last week :)








Tuesday 14 January 2014

Full steam ahead

28 weeks today and suddenly I have swollen feet.  I feel like I've managed to escape a lot of the unpleasant side effects of being pregnant so far ... but I think my luck might be about to run out!  We are having a bit of a heat wave at the moment and we have to stay in the office when there's a severe or extreme fire danger, so being stuck at a desk not moving around a lot has left me with throbbing feet.  I try to get up and move around but it doesn't seem to make alot if difference, especially when the aircon isn't coping too well with lots of hot bodies inside and it being 43 degrees outside.  I'm also getting restless legs at night which is making sleep difficult.  I try to stretch and Scout is good at rubbing my legs but no matter what I do, it always seems to come back.  Anyway ... in the scheme of things I'm still doing pretty well so I can't really complain.  Baby's movements are changing as she gets bigger.  I feel a lot more pushing and stretching and rolling around these day.  Most of the time she's pretty good but occasionally I'll get the odd kick or punch in the cervix which is fun ... Not.  My belly seems to have really popped over the last week as well, so most people can tell I'm pregnant these days ... Except of the odd person who still thinks I've just had alittle too much pudding over Xmas ;).  No stretch marks yet but I'm sure they are just around the corner.

Christmas was different without the girls but we still managed to enjoy ourselves.  Our stay in the city was lovely and we enjoyed eating lots of yummy food and visiting family.  Unfortunately the festive season also brought with it the passing of one of my long term clients and also a good friend I use to work with which was alittle rough.  The client was someone I'd spent a lot of time working with for the past 18 months and I knew she was on her way out but I was hoping she'd get to see Christmas one last time.  Unfortunately it just wasn't to be and even though it was expected, I took it harder than I thought I would.  My friend then passed away about a week later, which was alittle more unexpected and a lot more difficult.  She had brain cancer and I had been expecting her to still be around for a couple more years but apparently the cancer changed in Novemeber (which I was unaware of) and after that, things progressed pretty rapidly.  It was a bit of shock to get a text message just after Christmas telling me she was in hospital and if I wanted to say goodbye I needed to do it within the next 24 hours.  By the time I found out, she was already unresponsive and I just felt so much guilt about not having made the effort visit her again sooner, that I couldn't bring myself to go in there.  It just felt like visiting her when she was no longer "present" was all just a bit too little too late.  Sometimes I feel a bit of regret about that now, but deep down I know the regret has less to do with not "saying goodbye" and everything to do with not spending more time with her while she was here.  She was a lovely person and a good friend and it all just felt so wrong.  She knew how it was going to happen because we'd treated patients together who'd had the same thing ... But she was so brave.  Anyway, the funeral was difficult because her family are Islamic so the rituals were unfamiliar and I didn't understand much of it.  The burial in particular was pretty traumatic because it was all about just getting her into the ground and covered up as quickly as possible.  I just stood there feeling crushed by the haste of it all, watching my poor friend being buried by dirt without any sentiment or mention of what an amazing person she was.  It was heartbreaking and just all round bad.  Anyway, thankfully her husband arranged a memorial a few days later which was beautiful and full of love and everything  wonderful about her which made me laugh and cry and gave me the opportunity I needed to finally say goodbye.  

Anyway ... on a lighter note, the new year brought the birth of two new babies into my world which was very exciting :). Both were boys - the first was from my sister who went through 16 IVF cycles and 6 miscarriages to get there.  She was on bedrest for most of the pregnancy and everyone was pretty much holding their breath till he finally arrived safely, so it was a pretty special start to the year.  And the second was from one of my work collegues who I've been able to share part of this pregnancy experience with.  Her little man arrived 2 weeks early and she had a much easier time than with her first.

So the two weeks I had away from work were both good and bad but well timed I guess, and now it's pretty much just head down / tail up till I start maternity leave in 7 weeks.  I had my glucose tolerance test last week and I haven't heard anything since so I'm assuming it's all good.  I guess I'll find out for sure tomorrow at my midwife appointment.  The girls got back today so it's a mad house around here again but we are both really happy to have them back and we're looking forward to spending a bit of quality time with them before they start back at school at the end of the month.  

Anyway ... I'm alittle exhausted now after such a big day so I'll leave it at that.  I keep wanting to blog more but unfortunately finding the energy for it is another thing entirely.  

Sunday 26 January 2014

10 weeks to go

Very tired this morning with a killer back ache.  Poor Scout decided to sleep up the other end of the bed because I was so restless and clearly taking up too much room with my pillows.  Basically I think I've been doing too much and now I'm paying for it.  I spent half of Saturday at the sewing machine repairing clothes, teaching the girls about what I was doing and making Charlie a pair of summer PJ pants which actually turned out ok considering I didn't have a pattern.  Then yesterday I was out shopping with Jazz for most of the day, so now my back is very unhappy with me.  I'm tight all down my right side and no amount of stretching seems to be helping the situation.  Anyway ... I know I need to suck it up and get use to it cos it's going to get a lot worse, but right now I'm still sitting in my cranky pants!  

We have been talking about names for baby alot lately and getting nowhere.  Both of us like fairly old fashioned names but anything outside of that, we can't agree on.  And none of the ones we do both like are all that exciting.  I spent a lot of time looking at websites last night and even started trying to trace my family tree to find something.  The problem is ... I can't seem to let go of the one name I always wanted to use for girl.  I was very close to my nan and I always thought if I had a girl I would name it after her.  My nan's first name was Lil so I always planned to use Lily for a girls name.  This was right up until Scout's ex named his daughter Lillianne two years ago.  Normally I wouldn't care what he called his kid but the reality is, Lillianne is Charlie and Jazzy's half sister so it's a bit hard to try and give them another sister named Lily. My nan's middle name is 'Forward' - very odd/unusual and probably not a name our little one would appreciate later in life so basically both my nan's names are out and I am left feeling a bit sad and hormonal about the whole thing.  At this rate the poor kid will end up being nameless for weeks after it's born because I can't think of another name that will cut it.  It's a first world problem I know ... and I will get over it ... eventually ... but right now it's a real shit.

Baby wise, our midwife appointment was fine.  I'm measuring right on track and baby's heart rate is still galloping along.  The midwife started asking about birth plan / preferences and I don't think she was too impressed with my response.  Scout and I opted not to do the prenatal classes because basically we didn't feel up to being the token lesbians amidst all the hetero couples etc and I figured I could just read about it and that would be enough.  Scout never did classes for the girls and neither did her mum with any of her kids.  They are both very pro-epidural and most baby birth shows I've watched all end in the mother needing one anyway so in my head, my birth plan has been pretty simple - I want an epidural.  If there's an option that will address the pain then why would I choose not to use it?  I don't feel the need to prove anything, nor is it important to me to have an all natural birth.  As long and baby is ok and I'm ok, I'm happy.  Anyway, this midwife seemed a bit unimpressed by my lack of "care factor" in this department and started talking about gas and pethidene and other stuff.  It kinda pissed me off and to be honest I was kinda shocked that she believed pethidene was a better option than an epidural.  But I did get her point that I needed to consider all the available options, so since this conversation I've decided I need to get a bit better educated so my decisions are alittle more "informed".  No doubt it'll probably still end in an epidural or I might need a c-section, but I do need to be a bit more serious about how I'm going to handle the early stages of labour.  And I also need to come up with some strategies to deal with situations that might make me panic.  I might not be so concerned about how baby arrives, but I am concerned about her arriving safely.  Anyway, I've started reading a birth skills book and will also make a point of reading up on all the drug related options for pain control over the next month or so, including the pros and cons of an epidural.  

Apart from my birth skills book, I've also started reading and thinking about how I'm going to cope with baby once she's on the outside.  It's an interesting position to be in when your partner has already had and cared for a baby but you haven't.  Jazzy was two when I came into the picture and when I worked as a nanny OS, all the kids were also two or older.  So this will be all new for me and while I have an experienced partner to help me though it (which is obviously a bonus), it comes with it's own challenges in some ways.  So far, Scout has been very good about not offering too much 'advice' through this whole pregnancy.  She's been understanding and supportive and has only really had an opinion about the birth to be honest.  But when I find myself thinking about how I want to care for baby, I sometimes feel almost alittle closeted and foolish discussing ideas with her that I know are different from the way she would do things.  She has always humoured me, and supported me in trying things she personally thinks are just crazy and won't work, so normally I don't have a problem in just laying these ideas out there but when it comes to baby stuff, I guess I feel bit 'hesitant'?   I'm inexperienced and uninitiated, so it makes me feel a bit 'silly' coming out with ideas that I know she might scoff at.  I don't have a heap of them ... but there is the odd thing that's come up lately and I'm surprised by how much confidence I feel like I've needed to pluck up just to raise them.  We communicate very well about most things and even with this stuff, the discussions are always supportive even when there is a difference of opinion but I guess it's just interesting that I suddenly find myself feeling alittle 'intimated' as I enter into this new role.  Anyways, bless her, she never rolls her eyes and is always happy to let me indulge in ideas I know aren't necessarily her preference, so I really shouldn't feel so silly about sharing them.  

Anyway, I'm 30 weeks this week :). My bump is still "small", "neat" and "compact" (as described by those around me).  Honestly I think my arse is bigger than my bump, but I'm definately feeling the stretch and starting to notice the odd thing that's getting harder to do.  Two more weeks and we get to see our little one again at a 32 week scan.  Hopefully that placenta has moved up by then!  We've had some more pics taken and will probably get some more done around the time I finish work.  Girls go back to school on Wednesday and I'm not sure how they are going to cope with getting up early and being back in a routine of homework, dinner, bath and bed, but one way or another we're all going to have to get back into the swing of things.  Anyway ... I'll leave you with a few of the pics from last week :)








Tuesday 14 January 2014

Full steam ahead

28 weeks today and suddenly I have swollen feet.  I feel like I've managed to escape a lot of the unpleasant side effects of being pregnant so far ... but I think my luck might be about to run out!  We are having a bit of a heat wave at the moment and we have to stay in the office when there's a severe or extreme fire danger, so being stuck at a desk not moving around a lot has left me with throbbing feet.  I try to get up and move around but it doesn't seem to make alot if difference, especially when the aircon isn't coping too well with lots of hot bodies inside and it being 43 degrees outside.  I'm also getting restless legs at night which is making sleep difficult.  I try to stretch and Scout is good at rubbing my legs but no matter what I do, it always seems to come back.  Anyway ... in the scheme of things I'm still doing pretty well so I can't really complain.  Baby's movements are changing as she gets bigger.  I feel a lot more pushing and stretching and rolling around these day.  Most of the time she's pretty good but occasionally I'll get the odd kick or punch in the cervix which is fun ... Not.  My belly seems to have really popped over the last week as well, so most people can tell I'm pregnant these days ... Except of the odd person who still thinks I've just had alittle too much pudding over Xmas ;).  No stretch marks yet but I'm sure they are just around the corner.

Christmas was different without the girls but we still managed to enjoy ourselves.  Our stay in the city was lovely and we enjoyed eating lots of yummy food and visiting family.  Unfortunately the festive season also brought with it the passing of one of my long term clients and also a good friend I use to work with which was alittle rough.  The client was someone I'd spent a lot of time working with for the past 18 months and I knew she was on her way out but I was hoping she'd get to see Christmas one last time.  Unfortunately it just wasn't to be and even though it was expected, I took it harder than I thought I would.  My friend then passed away about a week later, which was alittle more unexpected and a lot more difficult.  She had brain cancer and I had been expecting her to still be around for a couple more years but apparently the cancer changed in Novemeber (which I was unaware of) and after that, things progressed pretty rapidly.  It was a bit of shock to get a text message just after Christmas telling me she was in hospital and if I wanted to say goodbye I needed to do it within the next 24 hours.  By the time I found out, she was already unresponsive and I just felt so much guilt about not having made the effort visit her again sooner, that I couldn't bring myself to go in there.  It just felt like visiting her when she was no longer "present" was all just a bit too little too late.  Sometimes I feel a bit of regret about that now, but deep down I know the regret has less to do with not "saying goodbye" and everything to do with not spending more time with her while she was here.  She was a lovely person and a good friend and it all just felt so wrong.  She knew how it was going to happen because we'd treated patients together who'd had the same thing ... But she was so brave.  Anyway, the funeral was difficult because her family are Islamic so the rituals were unfamiliar and I didn't understand much of it.  The burial in particular was pretty traumatic because it was all about just getting her into the ground and covered up as quickly as possible.  I just stood there feeling crushed by the haste of it all, watching my poor friend being buried by dirt without any sentiment or mention of what an amazing person she was.  It was heartbreaking and just all round bad.  Anyway, thankfully her husband arranged a memorial a few days later which was beautiful and full of love and everything  wonderful about her which made me laugh and cry and gave me the opportunity I needed to finally say goodbye.  

Anyway ... on a lighter note, the new year brought the birth of two new babies into my world which was very exciting :). Both were boys - the first was from my sister who went through 16 IVF cycles and 6 miscarriages to get there.  She was on bedrest for most of the pregnancy and everyone was pretty much holding their breath till he finally arrived safely, so it was a pretty special start to the year.  And the second was from one of my work collegues who I've been able to share part of this pregnancy experience with.  Her little man arrived 2 weeks early and she had a much easier time than with her first.

So the two weeks I had away from work were both good and bad but well timed I guess, and now it's pretty much just head down / tail up till I start maternity leave in 7 weeks.  I had my glucose tolerance test last week and I haven't heard anything since so I'm assuming it's all good.  I guess I'll find out for sure tomorrow at my midwife appointment.  The girls got back today so it's a mad house around here again but we are both really happy to have them back and we're looking forward to spending a bit of quality time with them before they start back at school at the end of the month.  

Anyway ... I'm alittle exhausted now after such a big day so I'll leave it at that.  I keep wanting to blog more but unfortunately finding the energy for it is another thing entirely.  

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