Its very difficult to blog (because blogging is such a public thing) when you're feeling down. I dont want to put negative things out there, and even to myself my feelings feel like whinings sometimes. My view is skewed by confusion and difficult to be confidant of.
At the same time I feel guilty pretending that only positive experiences deserve mention or remembering, because clearly that's not life at all.
The gist of it is Greg and I aren't living together at the moment. Originally it felt like a good idea, that we needed a little more space than our own home could provide, but as the weeks have stretched on I am wondering if thinking space has become avoiding space, and worrying about the consequences of too much space.
Needless to say its been driving me crazy as a pregnant being. Nesting urges unfulfilled. I actually have no idea where I will birth our baby if this drives on for too long. I do not have a home for my planned homebirth. Nowhere to babymoon.
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Monday, October 17, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Baby Hearts
At an appointment with my doctor this Tuesday it took over half an hour to find the baby's heartbeat with a Doppler. Instead of really worrying me, I felt like rolling my eyes at the whole situation.
A month ago when I went we tried with the Doppler, and my doctor said 'Dont worry if we cant hear it, its normal that it wont be easy to find before 12 weeks' and when we couldn't find it there was no fuss. But THIS time, just 4 weeks later, she was having trouble locating it, and reassured me 'dont worry its normal for it to be hard to find at 16 weeks'. After a couple of minutes I said 'oh well do we have to hear it this time?' and she said 'Oh yes, we HAVE to know the baby's heart is beating, otherwise I'll need to send you in for an ultrasound tomorrow'.
It really bothered me. They push into your belly pretty hard with the Doppler, its no massage, and because it was hard to locate she also had to use her fingers (internally) to push my uterus foreward. I dont like being touched these days, I dont even like shaking peoples hands. Finally another doctor came, and the little thump thump thump was found.
I dont really get why they MUST look for the heartbeat at any stage where its still hard to find. Yes, I want my baby to be alive, and its nice to hear, but if it wasn't beating there's is nothing that could be done, so why set us all up for worry?
I knew my baby was alive, I didn't need them to prove it to me.
A month ago when I went we tried with the Doppler, and my doctor said 'Dont worry if we cant hear it, its normal that it wont be easy to find before 12 weeks' and when we couldn't find it there was no fuss. But THIS time, just 4 weeks later, she was having trouble locating it, and reassured me 'dont worry its normal for it to be hard to find at 16 weeks'. After a couple of minutes I said 'oh well do we have to hear it this time?' and she said 'Oh yes, we HAVE to know the baby's heart is beating, otherwise I'll need to send you in for an ultrasound tomorrow'.
It really bothered me. They push into your belly pretty hard with the Doppler, its no massage, and because it was hard to locate she also had to use her fingers (internally) to push my uterus foreward. I dont like being touched these days, I dont even like shaking peoples hands. Finally another doctor came, and the little thump thump thump was found.
I dont really get why they MUST look for the heartbeat at any stage where its still hard to find. Yes, I want my baby to be alive, and its nice to hear, but if it wasn't beating there's is nothing that could be done, so why set us all up for worry?
I knew my baby was alive, I didn't need them to prove it to me.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Olive's pregnant mama
Although I am positive that she doesn't have any idea there is a bean in my belly, I know this because when I lift my shirt saying "Olive, mummy's got a baby in here" she pokes my button and says "doooooooooooo", she's definitely reacting to the change in mood and surrounding.
There is an iron tight grasp on me at all times. "mummIE!, mummIE!". If I'm in sight, its mummy she wants. I've turned inwards a great deal, trying to cope with the Overwhelm of late. In Mum + Baby yoga classes, when they are fresh and new, our instructor Michelle warned that as your little one lays in front of you content and the class begins, almost instantly when you close your eyes, breathe, and draw inwards, Baby will notice, and cry for you to come back. It always happened, 6 infants crying on their yoga mats, mums learning to juggle inner peace and belly rubbing. Olive's feeling the same, but more vocal. I dont mind, but appreciate the help I get from others. Pretend naps, where I lay down for an hour and swirl my thoughts.
I can only do one thing at a time. Which sounds silly to me to say because everyone is only ever doing one thing at a time, but I REALLY mean it. I can do one thing in a moment. My brain is SO SLOW. I have to warm up the engine every time I wanna switch thoughts. Mothering is a lot of multitasking, which has become impossible for me. I cannot keep an eye on Olive playing while sorting laundry. Its one or the other. I am writing this solely because Olive is napping.
Along the same lines; we have been doing a lot of nursing. There was a time a couple of months ago where Olive's need for milk seemed to be dwindling. Always at naps and bedtime, but throughout the day most of her nursing would consist of sitting on my lap for 10 seconds, just to check in, and then heading out to play again. These days she sits on my lap and nurses and nurses and nurses. I'll ask "can I have it back now?" and get a quick shake of the head "uh uh". I know from doing it for 20 months that nursing is like the oceans wave, coming and going, she'll take it when she needs it, but I am wondering now if she's having a growth-spurt, or is hungry because I myself dont eat as often (and am thus not sharing), or if she senses her time for mama-cuddles and milk is now, and soon she will have to share? I really dont know the answer. Maybe its all 3!
There is an iron tight grasp on me at all times. "mummIE!, mummIE!". If I'm in sight, its mummy she wants. I've turned inwards a great deal, trying to cope with the Overwhelm of late. In Mum + Baby yoga classes, when they are fresh and new, our instructor Michelle warned that as your little one lays in front of you content and the class begins, almost instantly when you close your eyes, breathe, and draw inwards, Baby will notice, and cry for you to come back. It always happened, 6 infants crying on their yoga mats, mums learning to juggle inner peace and belly rubbing. Olive's feeling the same, but more vocal. I dont mind, but appreciate the help I get from others. Pretend naps, where I lay down for an hour and swirl my thoughts.
I can only do one thing at a time. Which sounds silly to me to say because everyone is only ever doing one thing at a time, but I REALLY mean it. I can do one thing in a moment. My brain is SO SLOW. I have to warm up the engine every time I wanna switch thoughts. Mothering is a lot of multitasking, which has become impossible for me. I cannot keep an eye on Olive playing while sorting laundry. Its one or the other. I am writing this solely because Olive is napping.
Along the same lines; we have been doing a lot of nursing. There was a time a couple of months ago where Olive's need for milk seemed to be dwindling. Always at naps and bedtime, but throughout the day most of her nursing would consist of sitting on my lap for 10 seconds, just to check in, and then heading out to play again. These days she sits on my lap and nurses and nurses and nurses. I'll ask "can I have it back now?" and get a quick shake of the head "uh uh". I know from doing it for 20 months that nursing is like the oceans wave, coming and going, she'll take it when she needs it, but I am wondering now if she's having a growth-spurt, or is hungry because I myself dont eat as often (and am thus not sharing), or if she senses her time for mama-cuddles and milk is now, and soon she will have to share? I really dont know the answer. Maybe its all 3!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Pregnant
Well I've been pregnant for a little over 3 months now. I'm reluctant to say that it been awful, because pregnant is what I want to be, but awful is the word, unless you'd like to use dreadful, or horrible, or the quick downward spiral of all order in my life.
The symptoms hit around 6 weeks and have included constant nausea intensified by a lack of appetite, bouts of insomnia, lack of energy, the need for constant napping, a strong sense of smell hilariously coupled with my own new strange body odor (kind of like onions), confusion, lack of concentration, and other utter craziness.
I really feel as though I am unraveling.
I dont think its unusual, but left all willy-nilly I'm a pretty anxious person. An aspect of my personality that I have learned to cope with well and even overcome by taking care of myself (duh?). That means sleeping well, getting dressed everyday (even if I'm not going out), eating properly, GETTING EXERCISE, and maintaining a routine (with naps and showers and cleaning my house, paying our bills and well pretty much everything a person does on a regular basis). Like I said, its pretty fucking obvious that some order keeps my anxiety at bay, but order not coming all so naturally to me coupled with extreme pregnant lethargy has sent my world a-twisting down the ol' drain.
I dont eat (in my own house), I dont clean, we have no discernible naptime, although I sleep often, and definitely when Olive is sleeping, no bedtime for Olive, which means no alone time for me, I get tired walking to the store, I cannot maintain conversations well, so I avoid a lot of contact with anyone who isn't my mum or my sisters (who dont care if I bable on incoherently). Basically, 4 paragraphs into this, I feel CRAZY. Or I am CRAZY.
oh, and I complain a lot, another reason I avoid people so they dont have to listen to me.
My only refuge is reading, which I do as much as possible. Glorious, wonderful books. Friends I call them.
The symptoms hit around 6 weeks and have included constant nausea intensified by a lack of appetite, bouts of insomnia, lack of energy, the need for constant napping, a strong sense of smell hilariously coupled with my own new strange body odor (kind of like onions), confusion, lack of concentration, and other utter craziness.
I really feel as though I am unraveling.
I dont think its unusual, but left all willy-nilly I'm a pretty anxious person. An aspect of my personality that I have learned to cope with well and even overcome by taking care of myself (duh?). That means sleeping well, getting dressed everyday (even if I'm not going out), eating properly, GETTING EXERCISE, and maintaining a routine (with naps and showers and cleaning my house, paying our bills and well pretty much everything a person does on a regular basis). Like I said, its pretty fucking obvious that some order keeps my anxiety at bay, but order not coming all so naturally to me coupled with extreme pregnant lethargy has sent my world a-twisting down the ol' drain.
I dont eat (in my own house), I dont clean, we have no discernible naptime, although I sleep often, and definitely when Olive is sleeping, no bedtime for Olive, which means no alone time for me, I get tired walking to the store, I cannot maintain conversations well, so I avoid a lot of contact with anyone who isn't my mum or my sisters (who dont care if I bable on incoherently). Basically, 4 paragraphs into this, I feel CRAZY. Or I am CRAZY.
oh, and I complain a lot, another reason I avoid people so they dont have to listen to me.
My only refuge is reading, which I do as much as possible. Glorious, wonderful books. Friends I call them.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Molly's notes at the birth.
Molly, our doula for the birth, took some notes as things went. Its nice for me to read over, as I was so much in the moment while it was happening, I dont have much of a time-line.
Julia, Greg and Olive’s Birth Story
Jan 7, 2010
14:00 Julia calls to let me know that she lost her mucus plug the day before and that she’s been feeling crampy on and off for the last couple days.
23:00 Julia calls to say that contractions have been coming every 15-20 min since 6 pm.
Jan 8, 2010
05:00 Julia calls to say that she hasn’t been able to sleep. Feels like she should sleep but is awake with anticipation. Not sure what she should do. I go over. Contractions have subsided a bit since we spoke. Greg is sleeping. We drink tea, chat and watch “Pretty in Pink” to try and relax. Julia dozes off a bit during the movie. I leave at 7:30 to attend another birth. Julia is feeling much better and more relaxed. She’s going to try and sleep some more.
15:00 I call to check in. Julia was able to sleep for a couple hours. Contractions are still every 15 min or so.
23:00 Julia calls. Contractions are every 5 min. She feels ready to go to the hospital. I suggest coming by her place first and then going together. On my way, Greg calls to say say that the intensity of the contractions has picked up and they’d like to go straight to the hospital. I come by in the taxi and pick them up.
23:45 We arrive at hospital. Greg and Julia go into triage. Julia is examined and her cervix is effaced and dilated 2 cm. The nurses encourage walking for 1 hr, before admitting her.
Greg and Julia go walking.
Jan 9, 2010
02:00 Settle into birthing room. Contractions are more intense, 3-5 min.
02:25 On foetal monitor for 10 min. Foetal heart rate is good. Julia is on the bed on all fours. Greg and Molly take turns applying pressure to hips and lower spine.
02:35 Pees, Contractions are coming fast and are more intense. Julia labours in various positions: Sits on ball, kneels, side-lying. Julia is feeling nauseous so I give her some peppermint oil to smell which seems to help a bit.
03:30 Julia is re-examined. Dilation: 5cm. Decide to take a bath.
04:00 In the bath. Use showerhead to spray warm water on Julia’s back. Keep applying pressure to lower spine. Around 04:30 Julia starts grunting during contractions – sign that the pushing stage is approaching. Leave bath and go back to the room.
04:30 Dilation is 8-9 cm with bulging membranes. The station of the baby is 0. Julia rests in side-lying position
04:40 Membranes rupture. Fluid is clear.
04:50 Dilation is 9 cm with a cervical lip, but nurse is able to push the cervix away with her finger during a contraction. Pushing stage begins. Dr. Mclaughlin is called. Julia pushes on her back/semi sitting. Dr. McLaughlin encourages small pushes while delivering the head.
05:32 Baby born. Baby is welcomed by Julia, Greg, Molly, Dr. McLaughlin and nurse (name forgotten: Fabiana?) Baby is placed skin to skin with mom. She is healthy and vigorous. Apgar score is 9/9.
05:37 Placenta is born. Dr. M looks for tears. No suturing is needed. Julia feels very shakey.
Over the next hour and a half, Greg sits skin to skin with Olive while Julia eats cookies and some grapefruit and recovers from post birth jitters. Breastfeeding is initiated soon after the birth. Baby is alert and feeding well. She feeds on both breasts. Everyone looks proud, confident and full of love and joy.
By 7:30. Mom, Dad and baby are resting comfortably in postpartum ward.
Congratulations Julia, Greg and Olive!
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Olive Bean
I had trouble sleeping, more from anticipation than pain. And Greg and I got in a few little fights. Emotions were high! On Friday night at 11:45 the contractions had progressed to 3 minutes apart. I could not talk through them. I couldn't think! I would grab Greg's hands swinging down into a squat and bow my head 'til they passed. Or if he was sitting kneel, lock my hands behind his knees, and dig my face into his lap. We took a cab to the hospital.
They put my belly on a monitor and did a cervical check. My contractions were coming every 3 minutes but I was really having 1 strong upper belly contraction, and then about 4 or 5 lower belly ones. Although painful for me, the lower ones were not opening me up, and I was only 2 cm dilated. The solution? Go for a LONG walk!
We were sent to the deserted first floor hallway to pace. At every contraction I would stop to sway my hips moving the babies head down to apply pressure on my cervix, hopefully driving a positive feedback of hormones to increase the contractions. At first I could walk to one end and back in between contractions, then as the hour progressed I could not get halfway down one way. I would slow-dance with Greg. I started to feel like I was going to die with every contraction, and the hour would never be up!
When we got back up to the labour ward, and were admitted, I was checked again, and was now 6 cm. The baby was coming fast! The contractions every minute or so. I could not talk through them, or concentrate. I would nod yes to questions and immediately forget what they were about. Greg and my doula Molly helped by rubbing my back, holding my hands, and applying pressure to my hips. I had no epidural or pain-relief. Just my mommy toughness. I took a bath when it got really painful. I also found making a low guttural moan helped focus me during contractions. During my bath, one of my moans turned into a grunt, and Molly knew I was getting ready to push.
Pushing is an active sounding verb, but it just comes and there is not much choice. Denying the urge to push hurts just as much, and I knew I had to go with that, despite its intensity. I was brought back to my bed, and checked again. 9cm. during the next contraction I had to resist that urge, and the nurse would move the remainder of my cervix out of the way, and then the baby would come.
My doctor showed up just in time. At 5 am I was in between that rock and a hard place. I repeatedly whimpered "I cant do this!", but I was and half an hour later, 5 32 am out came my baby girl.
I was completely in shock. Endorphins running through my body, she was placed on my chest, and I just shook. I shook for almost 45 minutes afterward. During that time Greg and I were left alone. I breastfed her, and then Greg took off his shirt and held her skin to skin.
In my euphoric state I kept thinking of the song "Daniel" by Bats for Lashes. And I asked Greg to play that for us on his iPod. That's the first song she ever heard.
We had talked about the name Olive months before, but wanted to put naming her aside until we saw her face. Through the labour the name came back to me as a gut feeling, and I think Greg felt that too. And then in that room, with the music coming quietly out of Greg's headphones we knew to call her Olive Daniel Underwood.
Daniel from Bat for Lashes on Vimeo.
We were all brought to the post-natal ward together, and we stayed there for a day and a half. Olive was completely healthy and so was I.
In the past week she's gained about 35g a day. I can see her getting bigger. She opens her eyes and looks around for faces. Mostly Greg's. We've been learning to breastfeed together. I have to get her to open her tiny mouth up wide, and stop chewing on her fingers. She wiggles out of her clothes, diapers, and blankets, has a good control of her neck, and sometimes sleeps 4-5 hours at a time. But mostly during the day. (She is trying to kill me via sleep deprivation). Overall she is a pretty awesome baby. Too cute.
Mushabrain!
I've been waiting til I have some clear time to think it out to write up my experience in giving birth, and these first days as a mum. My plan is to get that done tomorrow, while the last slew of visitors come by.
Greg and Olive are asleep on the couch together together. Obviously its just too cute.
For tonight I am posting just of few of the last pictures taken of me while I was HUGE! (or at least felt that way).
Greg and Olive are asleep on the couch together together. Obviously its just too cute.
For tonight I am posting just of few of the last pictures taken of me while I was HUGE! (or at least felt that way).
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Ready, set...
No real news on the baby front. I can say I feel her on her way, but what does that even mean to anyone who isn't me or my pelvis? It seems she'll be right on time. The due date is Saturday, or Sunday. Whichever the tenth falls on.
I've almost got everything I have on mind that we might need. Nursing bra's, detergent for the baby, wipes, clothes, many blankets. Greg got an awesome Ergo carrier for Christmas from his mum which I am hoping to share until I can get myself the Didymos wrap I want so badly. Unfortunately at the moment I there's no money for that, and plus one carrier will do. Seeing as there's only one baby! :)
I washed all the hand-me-downs, and the basinet lining two days ago, and since then all 3 cats have spent their days snuggling in it. Greg's friend Jenna suggested I sew baby a cat suit so that she can be accepted into the bunch.... Most definitely that will work, right?
I've almost got everything I have on mind that we might need. Nursing bra's, detergent for the baby, wipes, clothes, many blankets. Greg got an awesome Ergo carrier for Christmas from his mum which I am hoping to share until I can get myself the Didymos wrap I want so badly. Unfortunately at the moment I there's no money for that, and plus one carrier will do. Seeing as there's only one baby! :)
I washed all the hand-me-downs, and the basinet lining two days ago, and since then all 3 cats have spent their days snuggling in it. Greg's friend Jenna suggested I sew baby a cat suit so that she can be accepted into the bunch.... Most definitely that will work, right?
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Full Term!
37 weeks today! Well yesterday, seeing as its 1 in the morning. The baby still moves around A LOT. Mostly when I am trying to sleep. Walking around is pretty difficult, as if you can tell I have a head sitting between my hips. So its Waddle waddle waddle.
I have one exam left to do, and then I am officially on holiday, indefinitely. Well if you will call it that. Holiday and then mum, indefinitely. :)We arent completely prepared yet, for the baby, but things are getting there. Check out the sweet stash of cloth diapers handed down to us from our friends Hugo and Karin (and their kids Zack and Mila).
A bunch of the ones they gave us were handed down to them from family, and are ancient in terms of diapers. Things being used to their end is super awesome to me, and I am so excited about these. All we need now are some cotton prefolds for extra absorbancy situations like bedtime.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
So here is the false alarm story extended version.
So on Sunday we had a false alarm as Julia mentioned in a previous blog. We had thought that her water had broken and so she did the necessary things like call her doula Molly and call the hospital to see what could be done to check out whether or not it had actually broken.
So next step was, we were already suppose to hang out with Sean and Essa, so I called to see if Essa would be into driving up to the hospital. I also asked Sean to join because well, he is the person I would like to have there with me. So of course Essa was on it and they came down to our place right away. However after speaking to the hospital they suggested that Julia wear a pad for a while to give them something to test before coming to the hospital. So, when Sean and Essa got to our place Sean and I did the usual listen to a couple of records. Everyone was hungry and so we went and got some sweet tasty eats at Bon Appetit (most excellent rotties). Then we came back to the house to gather what we needed in case of ended up there over night or even in case the little one made her appearance. Off we went to the hospital but of course we needed to spot and get coffee and snacks on the way right, why hurry? We thought this was funny that we had actually taken the time to stop to eat twice before actually arriving.
We got the hospital and had to find our way around the place and get to where we were going. They them got Julia to do the usual pee in a cup and then hooked her up to a baby heart monitor for sometime while they analyzed the pad and pee. I myself went back and forth from hanging with her to sitting in the waiting room with Sean and Essa. I mostly had to keep moving because of the crazy heartburn the spicy rottie gave me.
In the end it was all good and they said that Julia could leave and we went back to our place. I tried to get everyone to play a board game but Sean and Essa were rather tired and so they were off. Thanks to them for being soooooooo awesome and coming with us and driving us there.
Then it was time for Julia and I do the the post false alarm cuddling.
So next step was, we were already suppose to hang out with Sean and Essa, so I called to see if Essa would be into driving up to the hospital. I also asked Sean to join because well, he is the person I would like to have there with me. So of course Essa was on it and they came down to our place right away. However after speaking to the hospital they suggested that Julia wear a pad for a while to give them something to test before coming to the hospital. So, when Sean and Essa got to our place Sean and I did the usual listen to a couple of records. Everyone was hungry and so we went and got some sweet tasty eats at Bon Appetit (most excellent rotties). Then we came back to the house to gather what we needed in case of ended up there over night or even in case the little one made her appearance. Off we went to the hospital but of course we needed to spot and get coffee and snacks on the way right, why hurry? We thought this was funny that we had actually taken the time to stop to eat twice before actually arriving.
We got the hospital and had to find our way around the place and get to where we were going. They them got Julia to do the usual pee in a cup and then hooked her up to a baby heart monitor for sometime while they analyzed the pad and pee. I myself went back and forth from hanging with her to sitting in the waiting room with Sean and Essa. I mostly had to keep moving because of the crazy heartburn the spicy rottie gave me.
In the end it was all good and they said that Julia could leave and we went back to our place. I tried to get everyone to play a board game but Sean and Essa were rather tired and so they were off. Thanks to them for being soooooooo awesome and coming with us and driving us there.
Then it was time for Julia and I do the the post false alarm cuddling.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Things to Bring to the Hospital:
For baby:
Getting prepared, 36 weeks 2 days.
- Onesies x5
- Hats x 3
- Receiving Blankets x3
- Wipes (lots)
- Diapers x 10
- Snowsuit
- Car-seat
- Pillow
- Gown for delivery
- Music
- Towel
- Soap
- Moisturizer
- Toothbrush & paste
- Pads
- Shampoo & conditioner
- Change of clothes
- PJs (stretchy pants & T)
- Food & Juice
- Camera & battery
- Music
- Phone & ipod chargers
- Change of clothes
- Sweater
- Toothbrush
Getting prepared, 36 weeks 2 days.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
The First 8 Months
I thought I'd start out by writing a blog about the beginning of my pregnancy. Greg and I weren't all that surprised when I started to suspect I was. We had talked about kids a lot, and decided to go for it, even though we both can admit that, even now, we haven't known each other all that long. We both really know what we want in life, and I think having kids has never been a by the fly decision for either of us. That said, taking the test and seeing those little double lines, there was still this moment of "oh god, oh god , oh god!". I think every parent must know that feeling, and there have been many more like it along the way.
Symptoms-wise, the first couple of months were a lot what you expect. I was incredibly nauseous and I actually slept like 16 hours a day. Sometimes I would sleep until forced out of bed, and the moment Greg was out of the house I'd go and take a nap. I didn't experience any vomiting until I started taking my daily maternity vitamin, which contains WAY too much iron for my stomach to handle, and still makes me queasy.
I'd say I started showing at around 5 months. I had only gained about 5 pounds up until that point, of the 30 I've gained so far. This is also when I first felt those baby flutters, I liken to a mini washing machine in my belly. Those little flutters have now turned into something I am sure is a rambunctious sea-monster, trying to fashion a shiv out of its very own toes. Making a slow escape out the right side of my body. I'm not joking.
The first time I know I felt the baby move I was lying in bed with my headphones on, starting to dose off, and when Greg's band Hawkes came on, the little washing machine started turning. And isn't that just so fuckin' sweet?
From 5 months on my belly just popped, and has kept getting bigger and bigger. Its the only big thing on me! The bigger it got, the more irritable I became. Honestly trying my best to stay calm, I've wanted to start fights with complete strangers, and I often imagine this scenario of me with my gangster voice out and on shouting "oh yeah, what ya gunna do, hit a pregnant lady?!!". I swear not being able to tie your own shoes makes you crazy. Greg's been great with his 5'3" aggressively vociferous freak running around though, seriously.
Besides all that I've done my best to keep up biking, on my road bike built speical by Mackenzie at Bikurious, and now that I really can't anymore I try to walk a fair distance a couple times a week, and take a small walk everyday. Although, I can't wait to get back on my fixed gear. I've also remained vegetarian, as it just comes naturally to me. I've been eating my beans! I tried to give up coffee, but I failed miserably. Oh well, hyperactive kids for hyperactive parents.
Thats what I can remember. I may add a few extra things later, and maybe Greg will make a post about his point of view, as I am sure he's got some good stories about me starting fights.
:)
Symptoms-wise, the first couple of months were a lot what you expect. I was incredibly nauseous and I actually slept like 16 hours a day. Sometimes I would sleep until forced out of bed, and the moment Greg was out of the house I'd go and take a nap. I didn't experience any vomiting until I started taking my daily maternity vitamin, which contains WAY too much iron for my stomach to handle, and still makes me queasy.
I'd say I started showing at around 5 months. I had only gained about 5 pounds up until that point, of the 30 I've gained so far. This is also when I first felt those baby flutters, I liken to a mini washing machine in my belly. Those little flutters have now turned into something I am sure is a rambunctious sea-monster, trying to fashion a shiv out of its very own toes. Making a slow escape out the right side of my body. I'm not joking.
The first time I know I felt the baby move I was lying in bed with my headphones on, starting to dose off, and when Greg's band Hawkes came on, the little washing machine started turning. And isn't that just so fuckin' sweet?
From 5 months on my belly just popped, and has kept getting bigger and bigger. Its the only big thing on me! The bigger it got, the more irritable I became. Honestly trying my best to stay calm, I've wanted to start fights with complete strangers, and I often imagine this scenario of me with my gangster voice out and on shouting "oh yeah, what ya gunna do, hit a pregnant lady?!!". I swear not being able to tie your own shoes makes you crazy. Greg's been great with his 5'3" aggressively vociferous freak running around though, seriously.
Besides all that I've done my best to keep up biking, on my road bike built speical by Mackenzie at Bikurious, and now that I really can't anymore I try to walk a fair distance a couple times a week, and take a small walk everyday. Although, I can't wait to get back on my fixed gear. I've also remained vegetarian, as it just comes naturally to me. I've been eating my beans! I tried to give up coffee, but I failed miserably. Oh well, hyperactive kids for hyperactive parents.
Thats what I can remember. I may add a few extra things later, and maybe Greg will make a post about his point of view, as I am sure he's got some good stories about me starting fights.
:)
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