Monday, 27 February 2012
Sunday, 26 February 2012
As you might imagine, being comfortable is not something I’m experiencing a lot lately. The most difficult thing seems to be finding a good sitting position. Elevating your feet when you sit is recommended (this is when a pouf would come in handy), supposedly helps alleviate that pesky cankle causing swelling. But the midwife has told me I must not sit leaning back – I should sit forward to avoid baby going into posterior position (which would lead to a whole new level of lack of comfort when it comes to the birth). As you can imagine any attempt to sit leaned forward and with feet elevated while wearing the balloon belly pictured below is far, far from comfortable (or even possible?). Any attempt feels suspiciously like one of the immediately dismissed poses on the sheet of diagrams my yoga teacher gave me at my last class. These days I’m going for sitting cross-legged on the couch, which works for a while, or putting up with the heavy-feet feeling, or, best, lying down.
Every time I think I’ve got everything ready and made all the decisions I need to make for the birth something else comes up. Today its should I wear my contact lenses or glasses? Although I think this one’s pretty straight forward, as has been the case with all such decisions regarding the birth, I’m pretty sure I’m not the first one to ask such a question, so I turned to google and internet forums to find out what others recommend (and most importantly why). I was pretty surprised to find some people’s response was ‘ah, you’re not gonna care what you look like’. No kidding. But, making the assumption that someone is asking this question because they’re worried about their appearance seems so ridiculous and insulting to me. (Although, there was a whole lot of stuff about people having manicures and pedicures and their make-up done beforehand (!???), so I guess it takes all types). Anyway. I think contacts will be the go. With all that sweating etc, and going in and out of shower and bath, glasses seem like they’ll be a total pain. There’s always the idea that if(when) labour goes on for a long time the contacts would get uncomfortable and I really won’t want to be pfaffing with taking them out, but I’m pretty used to wearing them for a long time so I think it’ll be fine. If only I could just see properly, sigh.
Friday, 24 February 2012
Wednesday, 22 February 2012
Friday, 17 February 2012
All had been going pretty well at work. I felt ready to go, most things tied-up, tidied-up, passed on and documented. Until this week when it seems people finally realised that I am actually going next week and all of a sudden there's a whole lot of new stuff hat has to be done before then, sigh.
In any case, I hadn't been feeling too tired so actually coming to work and spending all day there was fine. Felt I could, physically, easily work closer to the date. Although mentally I'm kinda over it. I must admit it has started to seem rather unimportant. In a way this is a little scary 'cos I can almost feel myself slowly drifting to becoming one of those mothers whose whole lives are their kids, who doesnt want to do anything else. I never imagined I would feel that way (and maybe I won't). But several of my friends who have recently become mothers and always thought they'd be raring to go back to work, now say they never want to go back. and, in some ways I think I'm fine with that idea. For want of a better term, its starting to seem natural. hmmm.
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
The only problem is where to put it all. The house is looking rather overstuffed these days.
Friday, 10 February 2012
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Sunday, 5 February 2012
Saturday, 4 February 2012
Friday, 3 February 2012
Last time the midwife told me baby was head-down bum-up just as it’s supposed to be and she was convinced it would stay that way. Good. Although with all the movement I’m feeling going on I’m wondering how she can be so sure. And I must admit when I picture it I find it hard to hold onto an image of the baby that way, ‘cos its upside-down and that doesn’t seem a very satisfactory way to spend weeks on end to me, but all relative I guess.
Most of the time people talk about feeling the baby kicking, or ask how much kicking you’re feeling. However, I have to say that a lot of the time what I’m feeling doesn’t really seem much like kicking at all, rather lots of twisting, turning, and wriggling. Although often in the middle of the night I’m convinced it’s either got a game of charades going on or practicing its left and right hooks (depending on whether its taking after the more dorky or more sporty side of the family – no prizes for guessing which parent is the dorky one). And lot of lumps and bumps. I’m constantly trying to feel which bits are what, and bearing in mind what the midwife said about its position I think now can pretty much feel where the back and limbs are and, in that case, boy is its butt hard! Maybe the more sporty family side?
There’s no more certain way to rouse yourself from slumber than to be stretching out your legs in bed and be met with that sharp twinge of pain from a contracted cramped-up leg muscle. Ow ow ow. Still, in some ways I’m glad this is one of the few annoying pregnancy side effects I’ve had (knock knock). I used to get them quite a lot sometime ago so at least I’m used to them. Was thinking it could be a good way to practice the calm breathing, but wasn’t having much luck with that this morning, wincing, complaining and massaging seemed to work quicker. A girl in our childbirth class was wondering how the leg cramp pain compared to the contraction pain, and was hoping not at all ‘cos she found the leg cramps unbearable, hmmm.
Monday, 30 January 2012
Yesterday we had two separate visits from children, one 4 year old and one 18 month old (with their respective parents obviously). I don’t think we’ve ever had kids visit us before, which may be a reflection of our previous general interest level in other people’s kids, or just that not many of our friends or immediate family actually had kids until recently – probably a bit of both. Anyway, it was quickly obvious that a) we have no idea what to do with kids and b) that our house is totally not kid-proof. We tried to keep the 4 year old happy with offers of juice, biscuits and chocolate all the way from Switzerland but apparently he ‘doesn’t like those kind’, only the games on Mum’s i-Phone were of interest. The 18 month old of course went directly to the shelves that are full of knick-knacks and collectables, at grabbing height and probably not exactly child-safe. Hmmm. Anyway, I’m sure there are far worse thing than kids that don’t like Swiss chocolate (more for me!) and I figure we’ll work it all out as we go, and we’ve got a bit of time before ours will be mobile to put away all our adult stuff and replace it with smooth-edged, non-flammable, non-swallowable, non-breakable, crayon and vomit resistant stuff.