Wednesday, 7 March 2012

39 weeks

Better known as

5 days

Tuesday, 28 February 2012

38 weeks

Monday, 27 February 2012

hot hot hot

I suppose its normal to feel this way in final weeks of pregnancy but nevertheless I'm blaming the the icky sticky hot hot weather over the past few days. Felt so lethargic and then irritable because it was too hot to go and do stuff - resulting in some kind of cabin fever, or even to do stuff without the going. But, as always, relief in the way of rain and a cool change has come overnight. Now I'm just hoping no more 37 degree days (or even 33 degree days if thats not asking too much, it is theoretically almost autumn afterall!), in particular not when I actually go into labour.

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.

vision decision

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


Apparently my joking about cankles was a tad flippant. At my midwife appointment later that day my blood pressure was high, and turns out the three usual symptoms of 'the most common serious complication of pregnanacy' (pre-eclampsia) are high blood pressure, swelling and protein in the urine. On taking a pee sample, you guessed it, protein. So, after reading too much on all knowledgable google on pre-eclampsia and overthinking, maybe as payback for not taking things serious enough, I had the pleasure of 5 hours at the hospital the next morning. There they could monitor my blood pressure every hour, take blood and more urine tests, and montior baby's heartbeat and movement. Although the first two readings were a little high the 3rd-5th were low, some really low, and all the blood, pee and baby montioring was all good and normal. I don't really get how your blood pressure can change so much so quickly (although my sister reckons the high blood pressure resulted from going straight from seeing my Mother to the hosptial, ha!) but at least its turned out there's nothing to worry about.

Wednesday, 22 February 2012


There I was innocently standing on the platform waiting for my train home (last time I have to do that commute for a while, yay!), when I looked down and noticed my ankles had been replaced with cankles, eek! By all accounts I am pretty lucky this hadn't happened earlier, although maybe it had and I just hadnt noticed - I was wearing a rather-fat-ankle accentuating pair of purple tights yesterday which wasn't really helping the situation. By this morning my ankles were back, but looks like this is geenrally a re-occuring theme for pregant people which might also spread to fingers and face. Lucky there's not much time left for this to bother me!

37 weeks

Friday, 17 February 2012


Only 2.5 work days left, yay! Although that said, that does mean there's only a very short time 'til the birth left, eek!
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.

Thursday, 16 February 2012

36 weeks

Wednesday, 15 February 2012


We went pretty quickly from having no stuff to drowning in baby gear. In particular clothes. Seems like everyone I know with a kid has boxes of clothes they want to give me. Its all good because this means we now have a very complete wardrobe of clothes for almost any occasion, and in a whole range of baby sizes, and haven't spent any money on it (well, there were a few things that I happened to come across which were just too cute not to buy- oh dear). I'm sure some people would turn their noses up at the idea of clothing their new wonderful child in all second hand stuff, but its all cute (well, most of it) and in good condition, some of it barely if ever worn and well, it'd just be rude to reject it.
The only problem is where to put it all. The house is looking rather overstuffed these days.

Friday, 10 February 2012


Being asked in the comments today if my partner is squeamish (he's not luckily) reminded of one of our first visits to the hospital. We did a tour of the labour and maternity wards including the birthing suites with several other couples. On looking around the birthing suite where we saw the bed, giant bathroom (and bath), nitrous oxide outlets etc, one of the husbands went green then pale and dizzy and almost fainted, the midwife had to give him a chair and some juice. Oh dear. hate to think how he coped at the actual birth!

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

35 weeks

Tuesday, 7 February 2012


I'm still trying not to pay too much attention to, and in particular not to get too worried about horror pregnancy, birth and baby stories, but sometimes it doesn't work so well. Last week a colleague told me his son's birth story which all worked out well in the end, but started with his wife realising that the baby wasn't moving anymore about 4 weeks before it was due and ending with emergency caesarean that day. So now I keep worrying that baby will stop moving but I won't notice until its too late. Each time baby is having a rest I get paranoid.

Sunday, 5 February 2012


Bringing your own music to the birth has been suggested - it can distract you, help you relax or feel calmer. Although, apparently plenty of women decide during the birth that what was their favourite music last week is actually bloody awful and unbearably irritating and throw the music player across the room or scream at their partner to get the awful stuff off. Neverthless, the potential for it to be helpful makes it still seems like a good idea to me. But choosing the right music from our stuff is proving somewhat tricky (and time consuming). I'm thinking it should be stuff thats calming and relaxing - not raise-your -heartrate get-up-and-dance kind of stuff. But lots of the slower calmer stuff in our collection is actually kinda sad or depressing (think Radiohead), and I'm thinking thats probably not what I'm gonna need either. Relaxing and Uplifting, but I'm not really sure I'm getting that right. Google was of limited help - I'm not really the whale song, sounds of waves crashing on a remote windswept beach type. Let's just hope the iPod survives!

Saturday, 4 February 2012


Here I was thinking I'd been lucky and so far had been relatively immune to the mush brain, confusion, forgetfulness and general stupidity that it seems so many pregnant women say befalls them. Then, today as I was trying to find some of the apparently many, many things I need to pack in my 'hospital bag', I found at the bottom of my wardrobe a shopping bag. In this shopping bag were several tins of tomatoes and some packets of parmesan cheese. Hmmm. I don't remember when I bought this stuff, but also in the bag was a magazine dated December 2011, which I'm pretty sure comes out in late November. oh dear.

Friday, 3 February 2012

buns of steel

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?

rude awakening

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.

34 weeks

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.


Sleep is starting to evade me now. This is common apparently (another thing I didn’t realise – I thought since you were more tired you would sleep more, alas it seems to be just want to sleep more), but I am anyway blaming it on the heat. It mostly seems to have just been on the really hot days. Last night was especially lovely with the high temperature and the anticipation of rain that never seems to come and instead just heightens the humidity to unbearable. Baby was moving so much around 1-2am I started to convince myself it was getting heat stressed and suffering foetal distress. That didn’t help with the getting to sleep bit. It wasn’t of course, and after a certain amount of house pacing in a zombie-like state, re-opening all the windows some one else had closed (why oh why?), adjusting the blinds and other things that kept making annoying noises and more pacing, sleep returned.

Friday, 27 January 2012

nappies, nappies, nappies

I seem to have spent an inordinate amount of time lately thinking, reading and sadly even dreaming about nappies. Its all about wanting to make an informed choice but realising that doing that is not always straight forward. Intuitively, I'm not really keen on disposable nappies. But the name of the game is of course lessening the environmental impact. So, I want to be sure that the environmental impact of cloth nappies is significantly lower than disposables before I put us through the pain of using them - with all the washing and drying etc.
And, of course, all disposable and all cloth nappies are not the same. I'm sure this would have been a much easier comparison if cloth nappies were still just squares of cotton cloth that you fold up and pin on, but these days there's 'modern cloth nappies' that don't need folding or pins but can have all kinds of things in them apart from cotton like bamboo and hemp and microfibre and special waterproof coverings - all of which have their own kind chain of (poorly documented) environmental impact.
After wading through limited research results and pseudo information from all kinds of cloth nappy advocate groups etc (Oh yeah, turns out there's legions of people obsessed with nappies, eek, is this what motherhood does to you?), it seems to boil down to cloth nappies will have a smaller environmental impact but only if you wash them in large loads with a relatively efficient washing machine, don't use a tumble drier, or use them on more than one kid. This is basically because cotton uses massive amount of water and pesticides so the production part is really high impact. This part of the impact can be reduced if you get hemp or organic bamboo ones (but non-organic bamboo uses loads of chemicals in the processing which has a huge impact as well).
Or, to really reduce the impact, you could buy second hand-ones, the attractiveness of which might be tempered depending on how you feel about cloth that has already caught some other kids poo (I'm still undecided).
My personal favourite idea, from a website full of patterns and instructions to make your own nappies (where do these people get the time?!!), is the old t-shirt nappy. Totally recycled, easy and free (depending on how many old t-shirts you have).

Wednesday, 25 January 2012


Going to all these childbirth preparation classes, has meant so many discussions about bodily functions, physiology and anatomy and seeing so many videos and pictures of naked women, ginormous breasts and babies sucking on huge nipples. I think I have become desensitised to it all and start to think this is OK fodder for normal conversation. I noticed yesterday that I was having a lengthy factual conversation with a colleague who has recently become a first-time Dad, whose wife is also a work colleague, neither of which I know that well, about their methods of post-birth contraception and only realising this was perhaps not the most appropriate workplace conversation (in an open office shared with 5 people) when he said ‘not that we are getting much practice in to need it’. Eek. We later moved the conversation onto prams instead.

33 weeks

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

no sleep til...?

according to the midwife running our childbirth education course (the final one was last night thankfully - it was good but enough), in the first few weeks of life the baby will feed 12 times a day, each time taking one hour, and be 'unsettled' (polite way of saying crying its head off) for 2-3 hours a day. That leaves 9 hours to fit in changing nappies, bathing baby, showering yourself, preparing and eating meals, doing the washing (including hanging and bringing in), dishes, housework, feeding/walking pets if you have them (thank god we don't!), doing your pelvic floor exercises, buying groceries, and sleep. hmm.
I'd like to think she was giving us a worst case scenario to mentally prepare us, but I know friends who have had babies recently that had pretty much this experience. But I also know they survived it well and are very happy.

Monday, 23 January 2012

snap decisions

As you would expect, the hospital has a set of standard procedures that they have to apply in a one-size-fits-all type of fashion to provide the overall safest, healthiest outcomes. However, as I am learning, just because it is the standard and generally recommended procedure, doesn’t mean you, as an individual patient, have to always follow it, or that’s its best for you. But that also means you have to know what the procedures are, why they do it and what the pros and cons are, which means getting totally swamped in information. And all of the ‘information’ is loaded with opinion and various motivations – people get very worked up about this stuff. Overwhelming.

Anyway. One of these standard procedures is a test at 36 weeks for Group B streptococcus. Sounds yuk, but its a common natural bacteria that people have without knowing about. The problem comes if you are pregnant and you have it in your, ahem, vagina, during birth then there is a small chance you could pass it onto the baby and then a small chance that the baby could get sick from it, and if they do get sick from it it can be very serious and can even cause death.

The issue with the test is that this bacteria is transient so if you have it at 36 weeks there’s nothing to say you will have it at the birth and vice versa. So, the test result may not really be meaningful, but a positive result will mean antibiotics at birth – which can have a variety of side-effects for you and baby, as well as a much greater chance of having to be induced – which might then lead to the dreaded ‘cascade of interventions’ (which basically means with each ‘unnatural’ intervention like being induced you’re far more likely to need the next more serious intervention like epidural, forceps or caesarean). But of course if you are positive, the antibiotics greatly reduce the chance of your baby getting the bacteria.

So at the last visit we were offered the standard test and had to decide whether to do it or not. Although I knew a fair bit it still felt like making a snap decision, and I’m not a 100% sure we made the right one. Still I’ve got a few weeks to change my mind I guess, and the midwife was more than happy with the decision which is reassuring. (we decided no test).

Friday, 20 January 2012


In case you're interested, I'm happy to report that, as expected, everything was normal (or 'perfect' as the midwife likes to say) at our check up this week. Apparently the uterus should be the same size as the number of weeks you are, so mine, at 32 weeks was, you guessed it, 32 cm. Blood pressure normal, baby heart beat normal. Weight gain since last visit (4 weeks ago), less than 1 kilo. Between weeks 24 and 28 it was over 4 kilos and between weeks 20 and 24 also less than 1 kilo. So its all very variable, but all good apparently.
and.. our plan for the end of the day appointment has also been working out very well. So far we've only had to wait about 5 minutes each time


Midwives are my new favourite kind of people. So far I've found the ones at the hospital are friendly and open, they seem to actually care and be interested in you and your progress, they listen and answer your questions without making you feel like an idiot (the opposite of which is usually my chief complaint about doctors), and they respect your opinions and choices - I'm assuming this is the case only so far and they don't let you make stupid choices. So when at this week's visit we were offered the options of seeing an actual doctor at our next visit or sticking with 'just' the midwife, I straight away said the midwife. Since the doctor isn't going to check anything different to the midwife and so far everything is going well, I figure I might as well stick with people I feel comfortable with and that will more than likely be at the actual birth and have one extra opportunity to get to know them a bit more. What do we need a doctor for anyway?

Wednesday, 18 January 2012


The childbirth classes have armed me with a lots of information but also a lot of questions. Our midwife will be bombarded tonight! Strangely enough the descriptions of and information on the normal natural birth made it sound far, far preferable to the drugged birth, caeserean birth, or complicated birth. So of course I'm keen to do whatever I can to help avoid those things or, not get too stressed\scared about them if it happens that way - I'm not sure that these two things aren't incompatible.
One of the things I was surprised about what how anti the 'hard stuff', being epidural and pethidine, the hospital midwife who ran the course was. I was never keen on the drug options but after that chapter of the course I am even less keen and even quite worried about them and their side effects in case they might become necessary for me. I had heard lots of stories about hospitals encouraging you to take the hard stuff so I guess I was expecting the course to, if anything, be more pro than anti. In the end her real point was that too many people take the drugs without being aware of or thinking about the side effects - which can be quite significant, so she wasn't against their use per se, since they are often needed, but against their use without thought. It all makes sense to me and I'm glad to have some of my pre-conceived ideas about hospital staff be wrong and see that they are keen on the process being as natural as possible, although I still suspect many of the other staff, especially the doctors (as opposed to midwives) might not have the same approach.

differences of opinion

Yesterday someone at work told me I don't look very big for my stage of pregnancy, today it was 'not due til March? gee you wouldn't want to be getting much bigger, you're already pretty big!' (yes, tactful people at my work). Its all in the eye of the beholder it seems. So, I'm looking forward to find out what the midwife says this afternoon, about how much weight I've put on and, I guess more relevantly, the size of my uterus. So far each time its been exactly the size they say it should be, which feels pretty good to me (even if if does make you feel somewhat 'average'). I don't feel like I'm huge so I'm guessing it'll still be 'just right'.

32 weeks

Monday, 16 January 2012


Warning: tune out now if you’re squeamish.

In the second instalment of the calmbirth class yesterday the midwife recommended pre-expressing some breast milk (or actually ‘colostrum’ which is what it is called at the beginning when its got more fat and protein and stuff in it), freezing it and then taking it to the hospital with you for the birth. It apparently can be very helpful if your baby has trouble with starting to feed.

Anyway. I’ve always imagined the breast milk would like more or less like cows milk, i.e. would be white. So, I was kinda surprised to discover on experimentation that at the moment mine is yellow, and not some pale off-white type yellow, – bright bold technicolour yellow. Weird. Turns out this is the normal colour of the colostrum part, but its gonna go to white later, which now sounds rather boring.

Friday, 13 January 2012

love and money

All this baby gear is pretty bloody expensive. Several people are offering me second hand stuff which I think seems like a good idea - as long as its all clean, in working order and safe (and not too ugly of course!). There are however many people who think this is terrible, and you should only have the newest, best, most expensive of everything for your bundle of joy. and they'll make you feel bad about the idea of second hand - probably to help justify to themselves the ludicrous amounts they are spending on cute designer this and that. Implying how much you spend is a sign of how much you love the baby. Of course I don't plan to scrimp on quality or safety if it would have any impact on us or the baby, but I don't think it will make baby any happier to have a room full of matching designer furniture and accessories. and as my partner says, I don't remember any of the products I had as a baby. So I figure instead of spending 10 grand on all the first stuff for the baby (as one of my colleagues did), I could spend 1 grand and put the other 9 grand in a high interest term deposit for the baby when its no longer a baby - bet baby would remember and appreciate that more! or just spend the extra on more useful, practical or fun things and activities that will help improve baby's and our lives.

Thursday, 12 January 2012

stretch or be cut

One of my biggest fears/dreads about the birth is the possibility of Episiotomy. If you haven't heard of this, as I imagine most people who have not had a baby haven't, there's no nice way to describe it - its a cut to the tissue/muscle (perineum) between the vagina and the anus, eek. The midwife running our hospital Childbirth class did not make me feel any better about this by informing us that this cut is often performed with a pair of scissors and no anaesthetic, eek, eek! This is because by the time its apparent its necessary there often isn't time to wait for the anaesthetic to be effective. Maybe by the time you get to that point you have enough pain elsewhere that you don't notice the pain of a scissor cut 'down there', but somehow being cut just seems so much worse to me.
I'm really hoping my perineum is going to prove super stretchy!

Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Goodbye boobs, hello milk cartons

We were told in Childbirth education that apparently the WHO recommends that babies should be breast fed until they are 2 years old. Eek - 2 years! That seems like a very very long time to me. And, if you have two kids that could mean 4 continuous years of breast feeding. Of course I'm all for breast-feeding and definitely appreciate its the natural, normal, best way of feeding a baby but 2 years just seems so long. Call me squeamish and warped by society but something always makes me uncomfortable about walking and talking toddlers still breast-feeding.

31 weeks

Monday, 9 January 2012


Yesterday’s activity was the first day of a 2-day class in calmbirth. Might sound like a contradiction in terms, but I take it as being relative. I was pretty sure it was going to be useful but I was kind of apprehensive that it (and the other participants) might turn out to be a bit hippy-drippy too much feeling and new-agey for sceptical types like us. But on the whole it was quite practical and down-to-earth and I must admit I really enjoyed it and I felt a lot more relaxed at the end of the day. Yesterday was mostly about techniques to help stop you being afraid, tensing up your muscles and therefore feeling more pain. As such there was lots on breathing (calmly not in that huffy puffy way American TV shows always feature in labour scenes) and relaxing, and ways for increasing levels of hormones helpful for relaxation of your muscles, and visualisation (this bit I’m still not sure about). In some ways it’s a lot of stuff that’s logical or you partly know already, but I think just having some one else pointing it out and go through it all in a structured way, demonstrate things and doing this together as a couple is worth the price of admission (which wasn’t exactly cheap). Next week is apparently a lot more ‘hands-on’ so that should be interesting.

Tonight is the first part of the hospital’s childbirth education classes which I imagine will be somewhat of a contrast in vibe.

Friday, 6 January 2012


As you might imagine, impending motherhood leads me often to thinking about my own mother and my relationship with her. I believe I have, and generally always have had a pretty good relationship with my mother. Sure she frustrates me endlessly, and despite acknowledging and being grateful for everything she’s done for me, there still remains those niggly things for which forgiveness doesn’t come easy, but those are normal mother-relationship things, right?
So, in thinking about motherhood, I’m constantly yo-yoing between hoping I can do as good a job as my Mum – I mean, as my sister and I always say, look how great we turned out!, and promising myself I won’t do this and that the way my Mum did.
Only time will tell I guess, but I’m inclined to think that key is not to over think or over-analyse these things.


With the mayhem of Christmas, end-of-year, holidays, and New Years over, I’ve come back to regular life to realise its time to start panicking. While I’m sure (and people keep saying) you can never really be ready, you can undoubtedly be a lot more ready than we are, or than I think we are. This feeling I think is largely due to the fact that we haven’t bought anything yet, and there is apparently so much that must be bought: nappies, clothes, blankets, nursing pads, maternity bras, changing table, wet wipes, pilchers, nappy-snap things, baby bath, pram, baby carrier, any combination of cot, cradle, crib, Moses basket, bassinet, pack-n-play (what exactly is the difference between all these things anyway?), etc, etc. And for every one of those things there are so many options and considerations, which for me - who tends to over-do the research side of any purchase, seems to mean so much time needed to find the ‘best’ one. Luckily shops are easily accessible, and if I can just let go of the excessive research urge and just go out and buy a few of things which are most essential I’m sure I’ll start feeling better.

calming ocean

During our baby-moon we spent much time swimming in the ocean, which was fantastic. Most of the time we were swimming in a bay near our accommodation, which featured clear blue water, lots of space with only a few other people about, no seaweed and gentle rolling waves - very relaxing. We also went swimming at a surf beach which was lots of fun but perhaps less relaxed – with all the waves crashing on us, the jumping and kinda cold water, I expected baby to react a lot and move around a bit but it must have been shocked into inactivity – not a peep felt. Perhaps the sounds of the ocean and my own easy-going happy mood were trumps over the excitement. Now back to regular life, with no soothing ocean around, baby has been going nuts, all the time it seems.

Thursday, 5 January 2012

30 weeks