Wednesday, 30 November 2011

under siege

I started feeling the baby moving and kicking a while ago, which was all very exciting, if a somewhat strange feeling. However, in the last few days or so the kid seems to have gotten very active. As soon as I sit still or lie down I feel like I'm getting beaten up from the inside. I'm wondering if this might mean the baby will take after its father rather than being the sedentary (OK, lazy) type like me.
And I swear it was dancing (by which I mean the first noticeable reaction to music) a couple of days ago - sadly it was to Ganggajang.

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

25 weeks


When I found out I was pregnant I imagined I would be one of those women who stacks the weight on, not just to the obvious belly area, but everywhere else too. But surprisingly it doesnt seem to have really happened. In the early stages I lost a few kilos. This is apparently common and generally related to morning sickness but I didnt have much morning sickness (only puked once which was more due to a colleague's rally style driving in the rain on a dirt road than pregnancy I reckon). I think the weight loss had more to do with no longer taking in all those alcohol related calories and maybe a loss of muscle mass when I stopped Aikido training.

I've been randomly picked to be part of a research study looking at the influence on weight gain of weighing pregnant women at each hospital visit - they no longer do that as standard practice. Apparently many women put on far too much weight in pregnancy these days and they want to find out if being weighed every time will make women less likely to stack it on. Hmmm, fear of other people knowing and what will be officially recorded is a powerful incentive (disincentive?). Anyway, as a result I know that I put on less than 1 kilo between week 20 and week 24, and apparently this is very good. I guess that makes sense 'cos a baby only weighs a bit under 3.5 kilos on average when its born. I wonder will I put on more weight each week as we get closer to due date, do foetuses grow in weight and size linearly or exponentially or...? Will have to look that up.
Unfortunately I dont really know what I weighed at the very beginning (20 weeks was the first measurement) except from my probably less than reliable home scales. and should I measure from the very beginning or from my lowest weight point after I lost weight? hmmm.

Sunday, 27 November 2011

on the nose

During pregnancy one develops a rather acute sense of smell. This has meant I have to avoid things like Subway 'restaurants', whose stink I could barely handle before but would be sure to set me to puking now, and my partner's breath after our regular Vietnamese meals and a beer or two (for him obviously, not me). The other thing I've noticed is an increased production of, and sorry but I can't think of a nicer way to put it right now, snot. This is apparently very common, but what I don't get is how I can have such a stuffed up nose and still be noticing every tiny whiff of any kind of 'scent'.

Friday, 25 November 2011


Every now and then I've completely forgotten about being pregnant, and I catch sight of myself in a mirror or reflected in a shop window or something and get a shock - argh, what happened to my stomach? Oh yeah, that's right!

Wednesday, 23 November 2011


Got to meet my midwife today, which I was rather excited about, and I'm glad to report I'm not any less excited after meeting her. Thanks to U's skills in charm and persuasion and general ability to get people to give him what he wants, we managed to get onto the Hospital's one-to-one midwife care program, despite the program being theoretically full for our birth date. The means we have one primary midwife who we see for most of our appointments and the birth, plus a small team of 3 other midwives who are like back-up for when the primary one is called to someone else's birth or has already worked her 12 hours etc. We get to know each of the midwives on the team and have a direct contact to them if we have any questions or problems outside of our appointment times. This is not the norm for the public system where apparently usually you have no idea who you will see at an appointment or who will be there at the birth and rarely see the same midwife more than once. And the best part being that after the birth (assuming all goes well) you get to go home within 24 hours and then your midwife will visit you at home to see how you're going, where usually you're expected to stay at least 3 days in the hospital.
So, I'm feeling pretty happy about the whole arrangment so far.

And, she measured my belly and I'd be glad to report to the hairdresser that it was exactly the size they say it should be for 24 weeks, ha!

Tuesday, 22 November 2011


ah, the pain. I can't comprehend how so much gas can even fit in my belly. Luckily there's no yoga today, these days I try my hardest to get a spot at the back of the room because of the regular worry of otherwise gassing some poor sucker who happens to be behind me during the downward dog. Luckily during my aqua fit class it can be easily hidden with all the splashing.

24 weeks

Monday, 21 November 2011


On the weekend I went into a hairdressers I'd never been to before to ask about an appointment. On seeing me the hairdresser started gushing and exclaimed "Ooo, aren't you cute as a pregnant person!!! Oh, its so cute".
This reminded me of reading somewhere recently about how the baby-bump is a current celebrity must-have fashion accessory (sadly, I still haven't quite overcome my tendency to waste time reading celebrity trash gossip, sigh). It seemed like such a funny thing to say, as though I'd decided to come dressed today as a pregnant woman but tomorrow I might instead go out sans baby bump as a normal non-pregnant woman. And as convenient as that might be sometimes - leave the foetus at home to grow alone, its really not possible.
She then asked me how much longer I had to go, which I had to think about quite hard because most people ask the other way 'round (how far along are you?). In response to my answer she seemed disapproving - "gee you haven't put on much weight!". Really, how would she know? she never saw me before

Sunday, 20 November 2011


I’m reading ‘We need to talk about Kevin’. I’m realising this is definitely not a good choice of reading material for a pregnant lady. (If you haven’t heard about it, it’s about the mother of a kid who grew up to be perpetrator of a high school massacre. At the moment it seems to be about a woman who had a perfect life which completely fell apart when we decided to have a baby which it turned out she wasn’t really convinced about having). Its rather disturbing and I know I should just stop reading it, but once I’m in I just can’t seem to abandon it. I keep hoping that it will somehow get less disturbing. Its leading me to far too much thinking about nature versus nuture, and the possibility of purely evil children.

Friday, 18 November 2011


It's Friday afternoon and what I'm looking forward to is not beer o'clock, an excellent band I plan to see at the pub, a night of laughter and dancing, a great movie or even a nice dinner. All I am looking forward to is getting home to have a nap. Oh dear! and by all accounts such feelings are likely to last for a long time yet.

Thursday, 17 November 2011

faith restored

As if in direct response to my recent grumbling - I was offered a seat on the train for the first time this morning, yay! Admittedly it was only half a seat due to the rather overweight girl sitting next to it, and since I could only really fit one buttock on the seat and the fat girl had cheapo headphones on, was listening to loud tinny pop and had a nasty bronchial sounding cough, it might have been more comfortable to stand. But, its the gesture that counts and this act has restored my faith in the humanity of Melbourne's train travelling public, for now.

Wednesday, 16 November 2011


I didn't think you were going to.' has been a very common response when I have told people I'm pregnant, including from my own mother. And although I've quite openly been rather uninterested in other people's children (and still am), and I don't go around telling anyone who'll listen my family building plans - as I know many people do, I have been somewhat taken aback by this response. I guess because its a reminder that people are making all kinds of assumptions about me and my life. Such an assumption seemed groundless or illogical but I'm forced to realise its no doubt based on things I've said and done over the years. Probably things like my response of 'groan, do I have to?' whenever invited to a baby shower and my success at avoiding attending every one I have been invited to (no, I will not be having a baby shower, ugh), or the look of total trepidation that has completely taken over my features whenever I have in the past suspected I might be asked to hold someone's baby.


I found out pretty quickly that everyone, and I mean everyone, wants to give you advice on what you should be doing when they find out you're pregnant. Including those people who say 'now you don't need listen to all those busy-bodies who want to tell you what to do, you just do what is right for you, but here's one really great piece of advice I can offer.....'.
Today a friend of mine who has no children and has long and loudly professed a dislike for children, also gave me her pregnancy advice (yes, you). hmmm.
I know they mean well, but unless I've actually asked someone I must admit these days my eyes are quickly glazing over.

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Western Health strikes again

Today a lovely Western Health midwife rang me - apparently she had a message that she should call me back. Only thing is that the last time I rang a Western Health midwife and left my details was 6 weeks ago. In the meantime after many unanswered faxes, and frustrating phone calls with unhelpful hospital admin staff I've, not surprisingly, given up on Western Health, and have taken my business elsewhere (whoever said the public health system wasn't flexible). You'd think after this and this they'd be trying a bit harder.
In some ways it's a real shame because the actual midwives I've spoken to seem great and they've offered me a place on their one-to-one program (where you get to have the same midwife for all your visits and the birth), which by many accounts is fantastic, but on the other hand, given above, maybe I've had a narrow escape.
And, I'm pretty sure I've managed to wangle a place on the one-to-one program at my alternate, more responsive maternity care provider.

ah, my aching feet

Still looking forward to the one day when I will be offered a seat on public transport. This morning the train was crowded as usual, but luckily I happened to be standing right next to a seat that was vacated by someone getting off the train at the next stop after I got on. This other (young, seemingly fit, non-pregnant) woman actually glowered at me because I sat down in it when she apparently wanted to, sigh. Although I guess it wasn't as bad as on the bus the other day when a 20-something year old guy actually pushed past me to get to a vacated seat before I could.

(luckily my feet aren't actually aching as yet - but they could be - those people wouldn't know!)

23 weeks

context - months and weeks

Before I gained pregnant lady status I was blissfully uncomprehending of the concepts of gestation weeks and would measure any time frame longer than 4 weeks in months, like regular people. But pretty much from the moment of purchasing the first pee-on-the-stick home pregnancy test, the measurement by weeks concept is thrust upon you. As such by now the idea is fully entrenched and I can only measure pregnancy duration weeks, and will title my posts accordingly.