Monthly Archives: November 2011

Pregnancy Week 27 – Exercises And Mince Pies

Dear Squidgy,

I’m a couple of weeks behind in writing down my thoughts, feelings and your progress and all that. I  know it’s not the same, but I do talk to you about the pretty much daily, and I spend half the day writing in my head. If someone could attach a keyboard to my brain, I’d be a seriously prolific author.

Sadly, life doesn’t afford me the time to sit and write as much as I wish I could – which is possibly a good thing, or they’d have to surgically remove this laptop eventually.

It’s been a rather exciting two weeks in your life, even though you don’t know it yet.

You’ve been moving a lot, and your kicks have started to move from internal to external – which means Daddy’s finally been able to feel you kicking. And boy, oh boy, did you kick him hard! His whole hand moved. It was rather precious, and the smile that broke out over his face was beautiful and filled me with joy.

You’re quite a space-consuming baby and my bladder is already no match for your 27 week old self. I’m constantly running to the loo for weak streamed droplets of wee. I know  you really wanted to know that. But at least it’s exercise, so that’s a good thing.

Speaking of exercise, I’ve started doing antenatal water aerobics. Kyra used to leap and bounce like crazy during those sessions, but so far you seem unfazed by it. I hardly felt you move the whole time I was in the water.

I also keep putting on yoga and other pregnancy-styled exercise DVD’s, then end up watching them while I eat mince pies.  Counterproductive? Well, yes.  But anyway… I’m currently fighting a losing battle against Christmas Mince Pies. I eat a box of six a day. Sometimes Daddy will help himself to one or two and those are lean, lean days for me! On the up side, I’m also constantly wanting mangoes, litchis and avocados, all totally out of season for the UK this time of year, so I’m paying a fortune for ‘exotic fruit’ imported from South Africa. Your genetics are coming through strongly, my child.

Fortunately our supermarkets stock ‘Foods of the World’ in which they have ‘exotic’ fruit juices, so you’re being placated with mango and litchi juice, and I buy an avo for some avocado on toast every now and then. (Hmmm…. Would love some now, talking about it, but it’s the middle of the night and I don’t see Daddy heading out to find one for me now!)

I’m loving your moves, your kicks and your flutters. I was thinking today that I wish there was a feeling you could bottle or a pill you could take to replicate the feeling of a child moving in your womb – without having to be constantly pregnant or the sickness that goes with it for me.  That is a feeling I treasure and each time you move, I feel joy.

You do not like the dentist, I think. I had to go in today for a broken filling – pregnancy is hard on my teeth – and you squirmed during the drilling. I don’t know if it was the anaesthetic… I do hope not, but you did squirm a lot.

You should be around 800g and 36cm by now, and I have to admit, that I feel a sense of relief knowing that if something were to go ‘wrong’ now, and you had to be born immediately, you’d have a strong chance of survival.  Obviously I’m happy for you to stay put for a while longer, but there’s comfort knowing we’ve come this far.

I was in a shop this week, looking at baby clothes. I have a gut feeling of you being a boy – although the pregnancy predictors (those people who can tell by your sickness/the way you walk/the size of your bump/what you eat) say you’ll be a girl. Either is fine, I don’t mind, but my gut says boy. Which means pretty much a whole new wardrobe as most of what Ameli was given is very girly, even if it’s not pink.

I’m holding off on shopping at the moment though. We don’t need much, and don’t have much money either, so I want to save our pennies to spend on the things we need – or I just really, really want – and we’ll take it from there. It’s still nice to walk around the shop and imagine you though.

Sleep well, Squidgy.

I love you.

Mama

When Last Did You Google Your Doctor?

A friend of mine had a little boy a few years ago. She was young – early twenties – and fit and healthy.  Her pregnancy was uncomplicated and the day she went into labour she went to the hospital as instructed. She had a highly recommended obstetrician who all the way through her pregnancy assured her that she’d support her in her desire for a natural birth.

Why Doesn't Music Come With Age Restrictions?

I grew up in a home devoid of pop music. We listened to a lot of Christian music – think Amy Grant and Twila Paris – Jewish music and Christian children’s tapes. In my teens I ‘rebelled’ against this and started listening to Christian Adult Contemporary music  – have you ever heard of Carmen? – and rock  – Petra, anyone? – and my mother was convinced I was leading my siblings straight to hell. (Sorry ma, but it’s true!)

Annoyed and tired of the hassle of fighting about my ‘evil’ music, I asked a guy at school, Peter, to find me the worst Christian death metal (otherwise known as White Metal)  – or Christian music’s answer to death metal – that he could find. He got me a tape and I went home with it and for about a week listened to Torniquet. I didn’t particularly like it, but I listened to it whenever my parents were around, as loud as I could get away with.

It's The Small Things

Actually, it’s not a small thing at all. It’s a big thing, a massive thing.  With a 6kg dry and 9kg wet capacity.

Remember last week, when I told you about Hyperemesis Gravidarum and how sick water was making me?  The smell of water, that is? And how my washing machine, drying laundry and wearing clothes from my washing machine were making me vomit?

Pregnancy Week 25 – Some Things You Didn't Know

Dear Baby,

I have a confession to make. I haven’t written much lately, not because I’ve not had anything to say to you, but because I’ve been so unfocused. My days have been filled with housework, paid work, Ameli, personal things, things and more things going on, occupying my mind, fighting for my attention and dragging me away from you.

I feel bad though, because you deserve to know everything. You deserve to know my hopes, my fears, and my life as it is right now, as I feel you kicking and squirming inside me.

You deserve to know that I treasure every bump, ever movement, and that I relish it with a bittersweet excitement. Bittersweet, because I want to hold on to that feeling, knowing that you’re the last baby I’ll feel squirming, and kicking. Excitement, because it’s a miraculous thing and I’m so thrilled by it. It brings a smile to my heart and my lips, no matter what else is going on in my head.

Pregnancy Week 25 – Some Things You Didn’t Know

Dear Baby,

I have a confession to make. I haven’t written much lately, not because I’ve not had anything to say to you, but because I’ve been so unfocused. My days have been filled with housework, paid work, Ameli, personal things, things and more things going on, occupying my mind, fighting for my attention and dragging me away from you.

I feel bad though, because you deserve to know everything. You deserve to know my hopes, my fears, and my life as it is right now, as I feel you kicking and squirming inside me.

You deserve to know that I treasure every bump, ever movement, and that I relish it with a bittersweet excitement. Bittersweet, because I want to hold on to that feeling, knowing that you’re the last baby I’ll feel squirming, and kicking. Excitement, because it’s a miraculous thing and I’m so thrilled by it. It brings a smile to my heart and my lips, no matter what else is going on in my head.

Living With Hyperemesis Gravidarum

There’s so much I want to say and have wanted to share about life with HG but I haven’t because talking about it actually makes me feel sick. That said, I have explained at some length what Hyperemesis Gravidarum is, as well as informally mentioning it during my first pregnancy, before I really understood it.

I’ve had Hyperemesis Gravidarum both times, and true to form, this time has been worse, sickness wise, but it has been ‘better’ living with it due to the fact that it’s been managed by Ondansetron (Zofran in the US), a drug actually meant for treating sickness in chemotherapy patients.

The sickness and its associated problems aside, one of the hardest things about living with Hyperemesis for me has been people and their intended-to-be-helpful comments. “Have you tried sucking on Ginger?” Yes. “Ginger snaps before getting out of bed in the morning really helped me.” Then you didn’t have Hyperemesis. “Everyone gets sick during pregnancy, you’ll get through it.” Yes. But not everyone loses 20kg (3 stone, almost). Or doesn’t eat for four months. Or can’t keep down water. Or vomits up blood from tearing their stomach lining and oesophagus from the sheer violence of the sickness (me neither, thankfully). Not everyone can’t move out of bed, or are unable to look after their toddlers.

Pic Of The Week – Week 44 – Play Parties

We’ve been so busy recently, and this particular week really topped it off, what with two trips to London in amidst the rest of it all.

Our first visit was to meet with the team from gNappies who came over from the US to visit as gNappies are being properly launched in the UK. I reviewed them about a year ago, and have been using gNappies, and love them, so I was excited to meet the team.

We met the ladies in the first picture: Kim Graham-Nye, Michelle Carver Schnoor, Jolynn Mitchell (who we didn’t meet) and Kelli McKee, and they were just so lovely, I kind of wished I could join their team just so I could talk to them every day. They also took so well to Ameli, she was completely at ease with them all.

The second picture is one of Michael from Baby Naturals – sharing a concoction of late foam and water, and a little bit of Rooibos tea from Ameli’s sippy cup with her.

Next is Michelle, a fellow Hyperemesis Sufferer, it turns out with Ameli and her now infamous ‘cheese face’ and myself.

And the main picture is one that’s really special to me: Ameli was drawing on some paper when this little girl arrived, and whereas she’s normally really possessive and not at all keen on sharing, she walked over to this girl, gave her the paper and some pens and said ‘Do you want to draw?’ They promptly lay down together and drew for probably half an hour. It was so sweet and I felt really proud of her!

The next trip to London was two days later – we went to a Fisher Price Play Party, which was great fun, if a little frightening for me (I’m not a fan of noisy toys, and I’m clearly in the minority as Ameli walked in there and disappeared, surfacing only when she saw me eating a snack and decided she wanted some herself.

In the pictures below are Hayley from Simply Hayley who kindly gave me some pregnancy fitness DVD’s that I’ve been diligently staring at, threatening to pop them in the actual DVD player some time soon, and the super sweet and suffering from bump envy Pippa from A Mother’s Ramblings. (Pippa was the first ever person who came up to me saying “Are you Luschka from Diary of a First Child?” When I said yes she said she was star struck and didn’t know what to say. That makes me laugh whenever I see her – considering she’s won repeated awards on her blog since, and I feel the tables have somewhat turned. She’s blogebrity now.)
P.S. You can actually see I’m pregnant now, right? Not just fat anymore!

Bottom left is Ameli engrossed in something, finally having torn herself away from the Mickey Mouse dancing toy that she refused to let anyone else play with for most of the day!

Bottom right is Dr Deborah Weber who explained some of the work, research and study that goes into creating toys for the Fisher Price brand. She showed us images of their research centre – seriously the coolest playgroup ever.

Thanks for joining us for our pic(s) of the week!

 

 

 

 

Hands On Play: Playdough

Challenge Five for 30 Days to Hands On Play was Playdough. We’ve played with some of the bought stuff once before, but it’s been very me directed, with a lot of ‘no, don’t put it in the carpet’, ‘uh-uh, out your mouth’ and stuff like that. So I was a bit nervous about this challenge, but gave it a go.

The dough was super quick and easy to make, and we made pink strawberry scented dough and yellow lemon scented dough. It took oke taste for Ameli not to want to eat any more, so that took care of that.

Bump Watch – 24 Weeks

I really need to sort out my camera – the battery compartment has a piece that’s come loose, and it’s either that or dodgy brand new batteries, but the charge doesn’t last for more than a few pictures.  As a result most of my pictures are taken by phone right now, which is fine in bright light conditions, but not so much in the UK winter weather. Anyway. Here we have a bump at 24(+4, technically). What an improvement on last week, no?  For the first time, I’m actually feeling bump love. 

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