Still knackered. This week's new pregnancy horror; heartburn. I'm sucking on antacids as I type. My laptop has died, [flattie denies all knowledge] and I have way, way too much work to do. Work politics is grim. But my first set of baby clothes arrived on the weekend and they are so utterly cute that just looking at them cheers me up.
So, on the upside...I can salary sacrifice my new laptop and it'll be very fast and have all the latest software...I'm feeling more energetic...I actually like the taste of rennies...I've met some single mothers by choice online and they are very friendly and helpful...the flattie dashed out and brought me some Philadelphia with strawberries just because I saw it advertised and fancied it.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Seventeen weeks
Approaching half way. The house sale is progressing well. Work is very busy, very political and in some ways quite frustrating. Two of the other lecturers keep harping on about me being a paediatric nurse, which I find very annoying. It's not as if I have any choice in the matter. One of them seems to think I shouldn't be in my job at all and it's been really getting to me. She wants me to not mention children at all. But children's nursing is all I know, and it's a bit part of who I am. I've tried talking to her but I think I'm going to have to have a firmer word, before I end up really upset.
On the train back from my antenatal appointment, [very dull - just a BP and a chat, no doppler], I picked up a property paper for Greensborough, Briar Hill, Eltham, Ivanhoe etc and had a sudden burst of inspiration. For 400k I can buy a 4 bed house, 20 minutes from work, and live surrounded by trees and hills. I went to Montmorency for lunch on Sunday and it's lovely there. There is a little high street with a couple of nice cafes, a Foodworks, an organic shop and a deli. There are more shops in Eltham, which is one train stop away, and a good library there too. There are good local state schools and really lovely walks and cycle tracks. It feels very adult, but I suppose I'm going to be a mother, so I need to start thinking like one.
I really need a holiday. I'm tired and fed up with work. I haven't had a holiday in months and I'm the kind of person who needs regular breaks. However, I want to save my holiday for the end of pregnancy. If I tack my annual leave onto my maternity leave I can stop work in September, at 34 weeks and have six weeks to rest and nest and hoefully sort out my new house. But it does mean I have no energy now. I had a dinner on Thursday and was useless on Friday and I've not found the energy to go food shopping yet this weekend. I just want to snuggle on the sofa and read my book.
On the train back from my antenatal appointment, [very dull - just a BP and a chat, no doppler], I picked up a property paper for Greensborough, Briar Hill, Eltham, Ivanhoe etc and had a sudden burst of inspiration. For 400k I can buy a 4 bed house, 20 minutes from work, and live surrounded by trees and hills. I went to Montmorency for lunch on Sunday and it's lovely there. There is a little high street with a couple of nice cafes, a Foodworks, an organic shop and a deli. There are more shops in Eltham, which is one train stop away, and a good library there too. There are good local state schools and really lovely walks and cycle tracks. It feels very adult, but I suppose I'm going to be a mother, so I need to start thinking like one.
I really need a holiday. I'm tired and fed up with work. I haven't had a holiday in months and I'm the kind of person who needs regular breaks. However, I want to save my holiday for the end of pregnancy. If I tack my annual leave onto my maternity leave I can stop work in September, at 34 weeks and have six weeks to rest and nest and hoefully sort out my new house. But it does mean I have no energy now. I had a dinner on Thursday and was useless on Friday and I've not found the energy to go food shopping yet this weekend. I just want to snuggle on the sofa and read my book.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Sixteen Weeks
Monday, 04.00am I woke up in quite a lot of pain. Hip, pelvis, lower back, lower abdomen, it was all really sore. I was awake and miserable and terrified for an hour and then it stopped. Just when I was contemplating calling the midwives. Then I had a limp and couldn't stand for more than a few minutes without nearly crying with the pain. Pregnancy isn't supposed to be this painful, apparently. So Tuesday I went to see the student osteopaths in the next building. And, result, my student is 36 weeks pregnant and having her baby at the same place as me. They had a look and declared that my pubic bone was out of alignment and my aductors way too tight. Then there was some torturous massage of my inner thighs, [really it was agony - I had no idea my thighs were so tense - must be the lack of sex], a weird knee thing which made my pelvis make this very soft click and then suddenly I was pain free. Magic. I'd limped there with an incredible sore left hip and I bounced away all better, and it only cost me $25. I came home and slept for ten hours, for the first time in tweleve weeks. Hurrah.
Today I'm a bit sore again but I know what to stretch to fix it. Shame there's no handy man to wrap my thighs around. Especially as I am one very sexy pregnant woman. Sigh.
Today I'm a bit sore again but I know what to stretch to fix it. Shame there's no handy man to wrap my thighs around. Especially as I am one very sexy pregnant woman. Sigh.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Fifteen weeks
It has been a busy week. I've sold the house! But it'll take about three months for the sale to go through and three months to buy here, which brings me up to my due date. Fabulous timing but I will not have a baby crawling on these icky rented carpets! The nasty cold has settled down to a sniffle and there's been no more bleeding. My swabs were clear, so my cervix is just sore, not infected. The bump continues to grow. I'm now having to wear maternity clothes most days and can't do up the zip on my favorite skirt. I bought another $250 of maternity gear, including a gorgeous red wool dress. This was lucky, as they sprung an interview on me on Tuesday. 17.15 in the evening, so both they and I were quite tired and we just had a nice chat really. I doubt I'll get the job, but it was good experience putting the application together.
Phil and I have won a small grant to conduct some research. This is very good news for me as I need some publications on my CV and Phil has loads of experience. I'm very fortunate he's working with me. I've also put in for another small grant and today I'm meeting with a potential phd supervisor at Melbourne Uni.
Matty the flattie is working out well. He keeps me amused with his seemingly endless stories of new dates and is out enough that I still have enough space. He's very opinionated about baby names though. He and Justin have decided that I must call my baby Leo. I'm keen on Elliot today. Elliot or Esme, which nobody objects to. The baby is now 9.5cm from head to rump, or about 15cm in total if he has his father's beautiful long legs. He has fingernails just starting this week, and he's looking more like a real baby, just in minature. I think it's possible to feel the kicking on the outside by 20 weeks. It's just the most astonishingly intimate thing; having this baby moving inside me.
I still sometimes feel quite unsure about how I'm going to cope. I work out the maths and sometimes it's seems adequate and sometimes it seems very frightening indeed. I should have a good six months of being comfortable. After that is anyone's guess. I'm going to start buying the fun things; a baby wrap or a sling, some manchester, I'll look again at cots. Cots are so amazingly variable in price. Do I want to spend $200 or $2000? Is there really much difference? It's not like I'll be using it for ten years. The ikea $200 ones seem fine, just not so pretty and surely I'll need the extra money for food? I can always pretty it up with nice sheets. I just need one that will line up with my bed, so that I just have to lean over and grab him when he's hungry.
Phil and I have won a small grant to conduct some research. This is very good news for me as I need some publications on my CV and Phil has loads of experience. I'm very fortunate he's working with me. I've also put in for another small grant and today I'm meeting with a potential phd supervisor at Melbourne Uni.
Matty the flattie is working out well. He keeps me amused with his seemingly endless stories of new dates and is out enough that I still have enough space. He's very opinionated about baby names though. He and Justin have decided that I must call my baby Leo. I'm keen on Elliot today. Elliot or Esme, which nobody objects to. The baby is now 9.5cm from head to rump, or about 15cm in total if he has his father's beautiful long legs. He has fingernails just starting this week, and he's looking more like a real baby, just in minature. I think it's possible to feel the kicking on the outside by 20 weeks. It's just the most astonishingly intimate thing; having this baby moving inside me.
I still sometimes feel quite unsure about how I'm going to cope. I work out the maths and sometimes it's seems adequate and sometimes it seems very frightening indeed. I should have a good six months of being comfortable. After that is anyone's guess. I'm going to start buying the fun things; a baby wrap or a sling, some manchester, I'll look again at cots. Cots are so amazingly variable in price. Do I want to spend $200 or $2000? Is there really much difference? It's not like I'll be using it for ten years. The ikea $200 ones seem fine, just not so pretty and surely I'll need the extra money for food? I can always pretty it up with nice sheets. I just need one that will line up with my bed, so that I just have to lean over and grab him when he's hungry.
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