OK, so time is moving faaaaaaast right now. How can the Little Miss be 15 months old – a toddler with attitude – already? I am trying (through the sleepless nights and the teething and the weird fussy food moments) to soak up every moment of her little-ness. I don’t want to forget! She’s the precious completion of our family so I don’t want time to get away from me and then I’m suddenly a mother of teenagers and I’m like WTF JUST HAPPENED? I mean, I know that will still actually happen, but I want to remember the ‘little’ moments well. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’ve…
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2 weeks post partum: some thoughts.
It’s been two weeks since we met the Little Miss. It’s safe to say we are totally in love. She’s growing bit by bit but I still can’t get over the fact that she is still too small for 0000 (newborn) sized clothes! While I want her to thrive and grow, I must admit her tiny size is bloody adorable. She is so good and staring at her is my new favourite hobby (coming in at a close second to holding her – although she thinks of me as a big milk machine and it makes me a little jealous of her father and his useless chest region because he…
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37 weeks + 3 days: Delivery day.
Oh, boy. Where to start… It was the big day. Of course, I hardly slept the night before! I was so nervous. My brain kept telling me things could go wrong. I just wanted my baby to be OK and for me to not be irreversibly messed up mentally or physically. I was excited to meet my baby. I was stunned that this was really going to finally happen. I was relieved that I’d finally packed our hospital bags after procrastinating like crazy. It was like packing for a holiday that wasn’t going to be much of a holiday! I was just hoping that meeting the Little Miss and holding…
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36 weeks + 6 days pregnant.
This post was written on the 20th January 2018 Today was a big day. Another trip up to the city for appointments at the hospital where my baby will be delivered via scheduled C-section. Early on in the piece, I would joke that I was “too posh to push”, but the truth is, I’m too fucking terrified to after everything I’ve been through! Too posh to push is absolute bullshit! Although, I did get my hair and nails done haha. I had an appointment with the anaesthetist, blood needed to be drawn (so they had a sample there) and I also needed to be hooked up to a CTG to…
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36 weeks, 4 days pregnant: when shit got real.
Today I had an appointment with a new doctor. It’s a long story but my local hospital refused to let me deliver there, mostly because I have had gestational diabetes and the moment they hear the word, ‘insulin’ (apparently no matter how small the dosage), you’re outta there! So, Mr Unprepared and I made the trek to the city to see what was up and to get myself scheduled into a better equipped hospital that specialises in high risk pregnancies/births for a C-section. You might be asking how I could get that far without having a date (or place) locked in for my procedure, but you wouldn’t be the only…
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35 weeks pregnant.
This post was written at the end of my 35th week of pregnancy (some time around the 13th January). Well, well, well. What a big week. Mentally, physically, emotionally! It feels like I fit a month into just 7 days! It started with some little pleasures. I basically had a much closer look at the health food aisle in the supermarket after suffering from absolute boredom with my gestational diabetes friendly diet. Don’t get me wrong – there are lots of healthy options out there. I was just missing treats that reminded me of actual sweets. I had tried for so long to avoid anything that wasn’t perfectly clean and…
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35 weeks pregnant: the emotional rollercoaster.
This post was written on January 13th, 2018 I have been writing weekly updates on my pregnancy with the Little Miss since we found out she was in my belly. I was also documenting the really big moments that stood out during our journey (ugh – the ‘j’ word) with secondary infertility. This post is a bit different from the rest of my documentation of my pregnancy. A bonus post. Something I’m not ready to publicly publish right this moment (at 35 weeks and 5 days along in the early hours because this story just has to bust out of me despite the part of me that knows I really…
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A hiatus on the pregnancy updates.
Hey, everyone. Thanks for being here. Thanks for reading all about my pregnancy, following along and showing me so much support and love. It’s been quite the ride! As I write this post, I am almost 36 weeks pregnant. I have made the decision to go on ‘pregnancy update’ hiatus. There’s nothing wrong (so far – touch wood) and nothing immediately happening in the whole birth canal/C-section area right this minute as I type away (which is lucky because I have stuff to do still haha), but we all know that like all good human pregnancies (thank goodness I am not an elephant – those poor fuckers have to be…
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34 weeks pregnant.
So…let’s just say I’m feeling quite…over it. This week was not an easy one. At all. I spent most of the week housebound and stir crazy…when I wasn’t too exhausted to feel stir crazy, that is! My PUPPP rash decided to re-emerge with a vengeance after being fairly well controlled for weeks. It started to viciously attack my legs and arms once again. This did not help my sleep or my stress levels. I spent a lot of time just sitting underneath the air con (freezing my poor family) in nothing but a bikini and a kimono. That sounds really self indulgent, like all I needed was a topless Channing…
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33 weeks pregnant.
My 33rd week of pregnancy was a big one! Christmas week – holy shit! I had dreamed of this week for a while. See, I had it in my head that if I could survive Christmas, then it should be a quick countdown to meeting my baby girl. I figured that keeping myself busy creating Christmassy memories for the Little Mister, buying gifts and preparing for the 25th would be a wonderful positive distraction from some of my pregnancy related discomforts. For the most part this was definitely true! I exhausted myself but it was great to feel productive and focus on the act of giving. I find that gestational…
