You’re growing down in there
Hello little one,
how are you tonight? I’m exhausted. I gave up on working for a bit today and took some time out to go grocery shopping with your dad. We now have hospital snacks for the birth bag. And some food for this weekend!
YAY – we are going to the beach again. S arrives tonight from Sydney – you and I are going to the airport to get her – and then after our visit to the obstetrician tomorrow we will head off down the coast. The others will come a bit later in the day after work. AHHH. 4 days of nothing. and friends in a house on the beach. and food. I’m going to cook Galaktoboureko. Yummo.
And we are going to swim. It might be a bit cold. But whatever. I’m hotter than normal still..
So. You’re obviously moving downwards as those sharp twinges that the pregnancy books warned me about are happening in much more earnest than before. I believe its your head banging against my cervix. A bit like shooting pains up from my groin. But I’m thinking its a good pain as it means you’re moving closer to engaging. So its all good. Keep it up. And you’re still totally crazily active at the moment. Its like vesuvius down there in the lump that is my stomach. So you’re doing something. I have heard that generally babies go quiet for a day or two before coming out, so I reassured S today on the phone that you weren’t going to arrive early while we were at the coast. She was a bit worried you might just pop on out. And that everyone at the house would then want to accompany me to the hospital. I said that they’d all just stay in Byron & then come and visit after you arrived, and that she would be lucky as she’d be one of the first to meet you. Which got her excited. But then she exclaimed, “But we couldn’t have the Bombe Alaska. I mean, we could bring it to the hospital but I don’t think they’d let us light it!”
Mmm..Bombe Alaska. See, you can look forward to a life with us of eating well. I am looking forward to S’s Bombe Alaska and the beach…
Ok. It’s true. Raspberry smoothies do cure attacks of the grump.
Your dad is a champion smoothie maker. You’ll see.
though he is already scheming about ways to get you to eat meat when you move onto solids. I’m having no part of it.
well. Aren’t you an active little volcano. Your mum is very not happy this morning after a shocking night’s sleep. It wasn’t all your fault, but mostly hormones. Woke up at 2:45 am and my brain was just “BING – ON!”. With all sorts of half-real imagininings and panic and stress. Your Grandad, my work, your dad’s employment. All non-you related things. Things to do, people to see. Aagh. And then got a major attack of the itches all over my body for no apparent reason. I almost convinced myself there was a small spider in the bed that had been feasting on me. But examination in the bathroom revealed that was all just ficticious imagining.
An hour and a half later I finally gave up and got up, changed to the spare room and read my book for an hour. Yann Martel’s “The Facts Behind the Helsinki Roccamatios’. Thankfully I was past the first story – the title of the novel, as that one made me ball my eyes out for about 20 minutes before bed the other night (though in retrospect, although upsetting perhaps helped me sleep better as I was emotionally exhausted by it. Needless to say the other night your dad did his usual “what the hell are you reading”. Tried to steal the book and throw it away a few times. I protested. Crying sometimes is ok according to my book-reading philosophy. Ended up he still had to comfort me after the story, with his usual grumpy hug. But I ended up with the book – so this is what I read last night). Anyway, the story I read wasn’t exactly uplifting – small sections of a warden’s account of a man’s last hours on death row – the account written to the mother. About 10 different versions. So not happy, happy, joy, joy. But it worked. Took my mind off whatever it was that had been keeping me awake and stressed, and I managed to go back to sleep. You then woke me a number of times – your movements at the moment when I’m lying down seem to be pretty major. Like all limbs and body flailing around like you’re playing volleyball in there. Its actually pretty disconcerting but I take it as a good sign that you’re healthy. But yeah, overall I missed a few hours of much-needed sleep so today am feeling a bit shabby to say the least.
Anyway, in order to appease the rising anxious nerves, I haven’t managed to pack a bag for the hospital. But I have written a list. So I’ve made a start. And you dad is in charge of labour food (mostly for him from what people have told me, but we’ll see), and he has made his list too. Neither of us have got any further than that as far as I know. So my list:
Ok. Got it all out. Can now relax. Schedule relax time.
p.s. Byron Bay weekend beckons. I think I really need it.
Well, apart from the aches and pains increasing at a rapid rate over the past few days, all is going well. We went for a visit to the endocrinologist this morning, and the blood results from last week are back in. Summary:
Your dad is officially sick of my complaining though. I had a pretty sore weekend. My hands and arms are really painful from the carpal tunnel (doctor said there is nothing to do about this). My hands look very swollen like a little ogre’s hands. Fat fingers. They are now hurting all day and I can’t do things like brush my teeth where I have to grip the toothbrush. Washing up is a bit hard too. I’ve been trying to convince your dad this means I can’t wash up anymore but he doesn’t seem to be buying it. In addition, my pelvis ache has worsened so now when I sit still for 10 minutes or try to lift my legs I get pretty bad shooting pains through the pelvic area, and I’m really stiff. I’ve been going for walks, which helps, but still gets stiff when doing other stuff. Rolling around on the fitball instead of sitting in a chair helps with that. We went to the park yesterday for your cousin’s 2nd birthday and my hips and pelvis just locked up each time I sat down and getting up and off the picnic blanket was really hard! And the reflux is bad too. All day now, even when I haven’t eaten. The doctor gave me some pills today which will she says will ‘make me a new person’ in two days time with respect to the reflux. So I’m going to take them! Yay. So yes, I complain a little out aloud and your dad is over it. But he doesn’t have to carry you about yet, so I just keep telling him to make soothing noises and deal with it. So far, he’s doing pretty well (its only the grimaces that give his real thoughts away).
Enough about me. Your new rocker arrived today too – yay! Its gorgeous and looks totally comfortable and fun and adjusts to lots of positions. Hope you like it. Good present. It goes totally flat and totally upright and all configurations in the middle. In fact, I think we could tip you upside down with feet higher than head if you really wanted. You’ll have to let us know how it is.
so you’ll be able to rock-on like us