Week: 17+1 day
Month: 5
Trimester: 2
Fetus Age: 15 weeks
wife of one. mom of two. regularly emitting all manner of crap.
Due Date: 01/03/2008
Week: 16+5 days
Month: 4
Trimester: 2
Fetus Age: 15 weeks
Fetal Heartbeat: 14o bpm
Size: 11 – 12 cm
Time to Go: 162 days
Oh my god I want a Petunia Pickle Bottom Diaper Bag. Please. Please. Please. I almost don’t even care which one. Any one will do. Please. Any. Please.
So the ball has started rolling and I’m getting more healthcare at home. A counsellor came round yesterday and she was sooooooooo helpful. I’m impressed at how fast they get things going. I’m wondering whether to go to IE for extreme help if there isn’t any progress.
Anyway, enough of the dull stuff.
Mocha is kicking daily, though I still don’t know what actually makes her kick; still, it helps to know she’s still alive. I find it amusing that I seem to be hitting the uncomfortable stage, despite only being 16 weeks. Hehe that’s really funny (I seem to actually be a pansy).
And before I forget (or go) I thought I’d post this from FF – it’s kinda funny.
You know you’re pregnant when…
You’re filling in a form for something, preggo brain kicks in and you can’t remember your date of birth/address/age/name
People suddenly take a slightly creepy interest in your stomach area
Your doc says ‘Please lift your top so I can feel/listen’ and you realise you’re gonna have to do it without batting an eyelid
A corned beef, egg mayo, pickle and cheese sandwich sounds GREAT
You either have a passionate craving for a specific food or you don’t have any interest in eating at all.
You take a plate and silverware out to eat lunch. Place them on the counter and while waiting for your lunch to cook, start washing the dishes in the sink. when your lunch is ready you wonder where your plate and silverware went. Then you realize you washed them along with the dirty dishes
You pay the lady at the drive-through, take your change, and then drive off without your food.
You have an emergency stash of antacids in every room of the house, plus your car and your desk at work–and these all need to be replaced frequently.
You’re gasping for the loo, feel like you haven’t been for DAYS even though you went 20 minutes ago; you finally pee, and produce just enough to fill half an eggcup.
You get excited about the discovery of a new way to mix fruit juice and club soda to produce a “cocktail.” And you put it in a fancy glass with garnish to bolster the illusion.
You are ROASTING and sweating, thinking you are going to DIE from the heat, and everyone around you is cold.
One minute you want to rip your DH’s clothes off and dtd but the next minute you want to shoot him for leaving his dirty dishes in the sink/dirty socks on the floor/dirty anything anywhere near you
Just watching movie previews about love stories, romantic comedies, dramas etc makes you cry – and the movie hasn’t even started yet
You step out of the shower, grab your softest, fluffiest towel and STILL feel like your nipples are going to fall off.
Oh, and just in case you weren’t sure about Petunia Pickle Bottom, here is a link to some of the Funkiest. Bags. Ever.
Please.
Due Date: 01/03/2008
Week: 15+4 days
Month: 4
Trimester: 2
Fetus Age: 14 weeks
Fetal Heartbeat: 142 bpm
Fetal Size: 10.8 – 11.6 cm
Time to Go: 170 days
Nooooo!!!! It was all good!! And then it went crap. And then it was good again! And now I just don’t know. Things are going well, but I’m struggling to shake the crap. Yep, not as bad as I was, thoroughly grateful blah blah blah…
Only you know what? The opinionated people can just go away (and I would just like to add at this point I just changed position to type better, my bladder is full and Mocha is trying to kick seven kinds of crap out of me. Only it just tickles. For now. I’m probably squashing her and stunting her growth her something.) because I know what I think, I know what I believe and I’m tired of hearing stuff that I really don’t care for.
‘Well don’t ask then!’ shout all the sensible people of the world.
I didn’t think I did…and I know people mean well, but I just never seem to agree on what they have to say. Instead, it usually just grates against me. *tsk* Some people have useful stuff though…it’s just so few and far between. I’m wondering what they’ll say on FF.
On a happier note (because I am THAT determined…and this is one of those blogs about a load of crap) DH is taking the day off tomorrow so we can go shopping/do some more on the nursery/fix the garden/anything to take my mind off crap. I think I’m starting to look forward to Tunisia, maybe it’ll work nicely as a diversionary tactic. It’ll also make the Summer go by just that lil bit quicker!
We also spent loads of time on the nursery on Saturday. The moving around a whole lot kept the old leg active. Doing a weeks worth of rehearsals, however, left me crippled so THAT was, um, confusing. But anyway, the nursery is now empty (apart from the baby stuff…which I really wanna play with…and the laundry. And the snakes. And the rancid carpet and 70 year old wallpaper. But we got time. Let me change that to nearly empty.) and there’s not much else to do until we strip walls floor and ceiling, and furniture to arrive. Which I think should be October. Or November. Or a million years away because that’s what it feels like.
Oh, and the router. And double bass hidden behind the laundry.
And the random crap on the wall. And on the windowsill.
DH bought a new lawnmower, I bought some passionflower plants. We’re so domesticated…hehehe. But I can’t complain! Right? Because, you know, it’s doing stuff, and you know, takes my mind off The Situation (which is getting MUCH better I think) even though it’s STILL ongoing, and anyway, you know, things are um. Not so bad.
(Then why, pray tell, am I not convinced?)
(and who in the world says pray tell?)
Actually I just remembered I had a fabulous breakthrough with one of my LRSM cello pieces; Bloch Nigun, 2nd page with the evil double stopping. Still can’t play it, but worked out what fingers I should actually be using, rather than trying to contort my hand and stuff. Well, not contort my hand as much as I was. Anyway.
So that means I’m over halfway…I think I need to get off my ass and research whether I do Rachmaninov or Schumann. I will not give up dammit! I’m due another qualification. Just one that I would like, rather than one someone else thinks I would like. Hah!
I need meat now. You know what’s good? Corn beef, egg mayo and Branston Pickle sandwiches. Oh my god yum.
Because you know, I post so often, there’s just too much info for you…errrrrrr yes hi.
Due Date: 01/03/2008
Week: 15+0 days
Month: 4
Trimester: 2
Fetus Age: 13 weeks
Fetal Heartbeat: 140 bpm
Fetal Size: 10.8 – 11.6 cm
Time to Go: 174 days
Crutches do NOT slow me down, no siree bob. Yes, I’m actually faster on them, it’s hilarious. DH and I went to Taste of Birmingham on Saturday, and I used the crutches from physio. It was great. Of course my hands were screwing at the end of the day, my arms were shattered and I was ready to collapse, but MAN it was so nice to be able to move around. Hehehe. And faster than on Heelys too. Ooooooohhhhh yes.
The Situation continues to drag along; Union contacted them and said ‘Er hello? Risk Assessment?’ and work said ‘Oh yeh yeh…here ya go, take this generic one to keep you ticking over. If you’re lucky, we may even arrange a meeting to make it a personal one. But that’s if we pull our finger out.’
Lmao.
Spoken to JT about it some more, he’s gonna draft me some legal looking stuff. Annoyingly, I’m still trying to decide if those involved in The Situation are genuinely being THAT stupid, or if they’re trying to shaft me. If they’re trying to shaft me, then I think I’d like to see considerable mess hitting some sort of fan, because I just want this whole thing resolved now. Wonder if I’m the only one.
I have some more pupils! I’m hoping I can hang on to them til maternity leave, and then hopefully my Old Friend will leave me the heck alone.
Ah yes. My Good Friend. Put in a guest appearance this week, and scared the living bejesus out of me. I didn’t hit rock bottom, but I know I was close. That whole ‘shall I breathe? Can I be bothered? Can I lift my head up to even acknowledge the question DH just asked? Do I even know the answer? Am I dead yet? Can I be?’
The most frightening (and perhaps sobering thought) was that classic guilt that I didn’t want to upset people…not about my own demise, but about Mocha. When I realised I hadn’t had any proper food for nearly three days and had slept on the sofa because I had no desire to go and sleep in a proper bed, I suddenly wondered what I was doing to her. I felt really bad. Strangely not as bad as I should have done, but I think part of that is because I don’t believe in her yet. I wish I would, and pretty soon, it would help an awful lot.
It also doesn’t help with the unecessary duration of The Situation, and I’m convinced that’s one of the main reasons why I’m having trouble. Would be nice to know I don’t have people spying on my every move (is that even allowed??)
On a completely non-related subject, with the support and advice of TT, I have decided that yes I CAN feel Mocha move. It’s quite bizarre, like I’m being gently nudged from the inside! I’d love to say it’s awesome, but I’m still struggling to believe it. I keep saying ‘when it gets stronger, then yeh for sure blah blah’, and so yeh, it got stronger and I’m still like ‘blah blah’. I’ll be convinced one day! Like maybe when she’s ripping her way out of me.
I rediscovered again the other week…it’s so good to find ways to stay in touch with the world.
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