same old, same old

I went to see the reflexologist yesterday afternoon and I'm pretty sure I started to fall asleep a few times. I kept startling myself with involuntary snoring noises, so I can only assume that was from nodding off. I came home and slept off and on for a couple of hours, feeling slightly more human than in previous days. I was even able to have a decent sized dinner as the nausea had disappeared and I was ravenously hungry.

Oh, big mistake.

I woke up at 4am with hideous, hideous heartburn and reflux. The heartburn tablets did nothing and I couldn't recline without feeling ill. I had to prop myself up with my small fort of pillows, but I couldn't get comfortable because it put pressure on the haematoma. Can't lie down or I'll hurl, can't sit up or my bum will hurt. Yay. I spent the early morning trying not to throw up and my stomach is still not right.

So, it's the toddler diet for me: eat a tiny nibble of food, get distracted and leave the table, come back to my plate and take another tiny nibble, and repeat until the meal is finished two hours later. Throw my cup and cutlery on the floor just for fun. Perhaps stick a Cheerio up my nose (note: Jack actually did this the other day - thankfully, it had gone soggy from the milk.) I can't eat much and it can't be anything too exciting, so thank the gods that I made a large batch of chicken stock two days ago. If homemade chicken soup can't make you feel better, nothing will.

On a different, slightly more humorous tangent (but you may not want to read this while you're eating), I was chatting to Dina via email yesterday about pushing during birth. She likened it to taking a huge poop, which is exactly what my midwife was telling me earlier that day. My midwife and I were talking about women who have a fear of defecating during birth, and she said "Midwives get really excited when we see poo - it means the mother is pushing properly!" Ladies, don't fear the caca.

I cannot wait to see the Google hits this site will get now.

down she goes

Lovely midwife says Beanie is 4/5 engaged, so she's just started to make her descent. This explains the extra weight and pressure recently, and probably explains why the evil haematoma has returned. Everything else checked out fine, thankfully.

Off to nap now. *yawn*

no no no stay in there!

Still feeling super ultra mega caca this morning, mostly due to the godforsaken haematoma. The pain is relentless, making sleep (and pretty much everything else) impossible. I'm absolutely petrified of going into labour because the thought of pushing right now fills me with terror. I can barely walk or stand up from sitting, let alone put any amount of pressure down there to get a baby out. I'm hoping that labour won't happen for at least another week, which was the amount of time it took last time for the worst of the pain to pass.

In the meantime, my back is sore and I'm getting lots of lower bump cramps. I've had a few conversations with Beanie asking if she could possibly wait a little while longer before making a break for it. Hopefully she's not going through a rebellious stage at the moment.

are we having fun yet?

I woke up at 2:00 this morning with horrible reflux and diarrhoea. I stumbled downstairs to take a heartburn tablet with a peppermint tea chaser, and watched trashy television (i.e. I got caught up on my recorded episodes of Big Brother) until I felt a bit better at 4:30. Thankfully, Paul took over Jack duties this morning and I managed to sleep off and on until 11:30. My stomach still isn't right today. Do you know how upsetting it is to not be able to eat chocolate and ice cream when you're heavily pregnant? It's inhumane! Soup and toast are not enough to keep the gestating woman going.

I don't have much on my schedule this week, and I will take advantage by putting my feet up. I'm making some veggie sushi this afternoon because it reminds me of my grandma and always makes me feel better. Here's hoping I can actually eat it. Feh.

not feelin' groovy

Woke up with period pains and a backache that came and went, and my goddamn perianal haematoma is hurting again. I've been desperately trying not to throw up all morning. Grocery shopping when you feel like hurling is so not fun. I haven't been able to sleep for more than 2 hours at a time over the past few days. Bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah.

On the plus side, I went into town and bought the last of the baby essentials (particularly the new moses basket mattress) and some foody supplies for the week and labour. The pool has been tested and is the best thing EVER, and much to my huge relief, is all ready to go for the real thing. I've got a freezer full of food, my house is clean(ish), the laundry is almost done, and the new bedroom/en suite is making me very happy indeed. Most importantly, my in-laws have been an absolute godsend and a huge help. Thanks to them, my son has been spoiled rotten all weekend and our garden isn't making me cringe anymore.

So who knows. Maybe I'll have an exciting update later, or maybe I'll just feel like shite for a while. In the meantime, here are some pictures for you to enjoy.

Kids can sleep anywhere!



In the birth pool:



Still waiting for the cabana boy to bring me a virgin daiquiri.

hello.

Not in labour. Made chilli, bolognaise sauce, and cottage pie for the freezer. Had a fantastic meal last night with Paul (will blog about that more thoroughly on the main blog.) A bit crampy, but nothing out of the ordinary. Baby still wriggling like mad, so she is likely still not engaged. We're filling up the pool right now for a trial run (pictures later!) It's beautiful and sunny outside, and I don't have to cook again tonight.

Thank you. That's all the news from here.

and then again...

I washed and vacuumed all the floors. I cleaned all three bathrooms. I did four loads of laundry. I filled the car with petrol, ran it through the car wash, and for the first time in months, put air in the tires. I wiped down the kitchen cupboards (doors only, I'm not THAT insane.) I unloaded the dishwasher and did the rest of the washing up. I moved all my clothes into the new wardrobe. I bought groceries. I wrote a list of things to put in a hospital bag. I picked up my Bounty freebie pack.

Today. I did all of this today. Maybe you people do know something I don't.