A Little Calmer

Ok I’m not obsessing. Any more. As much as before. Uh, yeh not so much now.

Some very good advice from some very smart people, and a huge effort at another burst of ebergy from myself, I’m feeling a little better about my slightly crazed child. Who yesterday learnt to do forward rolls on the floor whilst trying to pick up his dunmy with his mouth.

Due Date: 04/21/2009
Week: 15+2 days
Month: 4
Trimester: 2
Fetus Age: 13 weeks
Heartbeat: 148 bpm
Time to Go: 172 days
Size: Naval Orange (who makes up this stuff?)

I am, however, wondering if at some point I was pelted back into first trimester when I wasn’t looking because, sweet Jesus, I have no appetite and the longing to make the toilet my new best friend is overwhelming.

And not a Cheeto in sight.

Always on my mind

I’ve really started to wonder about Noah’s behaviour lately. He is always on the go (and I mean ALWAYS, it’s ridiculous), he can have the most amazing tantrums, his intelligence levels are very high according to the health visitor at his 8 month check (he averaged scores of 12 – 15 months), he flits from one toy to the next and it’s an effort to get him to stick with one toy for more than 1 minute (unless it does a million different things)…

And so I googled (a past time which really should be outlawed) and up popped ADHD. It’s crossed my mind before, but most people said oh yeah his behaviour’s perfectly normal. So why then, when I look at other babies, do none of them seem as extreme as Noah?

I hate having this niggling, and have done for some months now, and I briefly skirted over it before, but I always know what everyone else will say. So I just keep hoping it’ll change soon, whilst I casually let it eat away at me quietly.

Everyone said he’d be better when he’s crawling. That didn’t happen. Then they said wait til he’s walking. Still no change, in fact, he’s pissed off more often, unless I go ass over tit doing everything the world will allow to keep him entertained.

D and I often talk about his behaviour and we both think there’s no way he’ll cope in public school the way he’s going, and may well have to be home schooled or private schooling. I know he’s only 9 months, and it’s all too easy to label our kids when they’re so very, very young. But sometimes, you know just sometimes, we have to question these things.

…right?

SUCKAGE

Due Date: 04/21/2009
Week: 14+3 days
Month: 4
Trimester: 2
Fetus Age: 12 weeks
Heartbeat: 151bpm
Time to Go: 178 days
Size: Lemon. A slightly large lemon. Larger than your average peach.

Oh hey!! Yeah you know what’s funny? Yeah, it’s when you do this, bust your freaking ass, tidy a shit tip, bomb sight of a house from top to goddamn bottom, only to have the estate agents call up as soon as you turn off the mother puppy hoover and say:

Estate Agent: “Oh yeah Mrs M? Yes Miss X says she can’t make it and says she’s going to reschedule. Many thanks!!”

*Sound of someone’s head exploding somewhere*

For those of you who seem slightly disillusioned, apparently I spend my days sitting on my ass with nothing better to do, wondering when people are going to grace me with their presence.

Stupid whores.

PS There is actually a box full of utter random crap shoved underneath my desk in the study. How much shall we bet I’ll forget about that until the day we move?

TIDY

Due Date: 04/21/2009
Week: 14+2 days
Month: 4
Trimester: 2
Fetus Age: 12 weeks
Heartbeat: 151bpm
Time to Go: 179 days
Size: Lemon. But wait, that’s smaller than a peach, right? Uh, wtf?

Mother of god people coming to view the house tonight first viewing need to tidy forgot to mention selling house no more room for babies must find space throwing all crap in a box hide it somewhere dunno where dust everywhere tired thirsty need more room must go into loft but too many spiders eek clutter need to hoover and not fall down stairs.

I should probably get off the computer too.

So let’s try again, yes?

Due Date: 04/21/2009
Week: 13+5 days
Month: 4
Trimester: 2
Fetus Age: 12 weeks
Heartbeat: 151bpm
Time to Go: 182 days
Size: Peach, apparently, but that could depend on what country you’re in.

So this morning, I have had an extra nap with Noah, he then had breakfast (complete self-fed finger food breakfast – Cheerios, Corn Flakes, Raisin Wheats, fruit pouch, cup of water), shipped him off to grandparents, had a shower, had breakfast and am now sitting in front of the tv. I’ve even washed my hair (no idea when I last did that).

I’ve pooped. I realised it’d been approaching a week and was about due. Noah hasn’t pooped. That’ll be nice for the grandparents.

Every so often I feel The Other One having a fidget, and heartbeat is always heard clearly on the doppler. In the mornings before my colossal pee, I have a ski slope of a bump.

Weight loss has slowed down, but I’m still only 5lbs heavier than I was at this stage with Noah. Appetite is still minimal, Cheetos addiction has phased off a bit, but hey! That’s ok. I know I’ll find some other crap to eat.

I’m physically exhausted and still have the odd migraine twinge, but the good lord has decided that my drugs WILL work, and I’m no longer ploughing my way through a thousand tissues a day.

My car should hopefully be ready tomorrow, and I will no longer have to drive the Bum Nut C3.

Noah is cutting 4 teeth at the top, all at exactly the same time; all 4 have cut the gum open and are waiting to make their grand appearance, which we expect by this time next week.

Come on bitches, I dare ya to try me now.

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