Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Show me the Show!

Ooh, ooh! I just had some blood streaked mucous!

Gross I know, but it's all I can do not to phone everyone I know inform them!

I also found out a girl I worked with, who was due tomorrow, had her baby boy on Saturday morning. She only finished work on Friday! I'm thrilled for her, but seethingly jealous at the same time...

Monday, June 29, 2009

And now I've decided to keep the baby in...

I don't want to have the baby right now. I think I am going to keep him in until after tomorrow night when I go and see Pink. I've waited nine months to see her, and I think it's only fair that the baby waits at least one more day before he makes his nine month entrance.

I have to say, I'm a bit over the whole thing. I'm feeling a bit crappy, tired, grumpy and fat. I would love to take a belly pic, but Darren pinched all the batteries out of the camera, and I can't be bothered finding any more. I must get it organised tonight, so we can take the camera if any action starts!

I'm pretty organised now. I have started packing a bag; I have the first season of Mad Men to watch while I'm hospital, as well as lots of novels to read; I've fitted the capsule (hurrah, I can fit three across the backseat) and; I've made a sizable dent in the washing and ironing.

It's lucky that I did fit the capsule on Saturday. It's been in Mum's roof since Riordan was nine months old, but somewhere along the line we lost the top tether strap for it. Where it's gone is a total mystery, but apparently it's quite common, so the baby shop had a spare in stock.

I would love to write more, but I just can't be bothered. Just want to blob on the lounge with a hot chocolate, full of marshmallows...

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Waiting Game

This would have to be one of the worst stages of pregnancy.

The early weeks are hard, I'll give you that. Waiting to make sure everything's OK when you have no idea what's going on inside your body. Feeling sick and hoping that that's a good thing. Then that passes and finally you feel some movement, and then you have the reassuring kicks to let you know that everything is OK.

Now it's just a waiting game.

I feel like a whale, I can't sleep because everything hurts, and when I do find a comfortable position I have to get up and do a wee. I have a headache that I can't shake (damn you hormones!) and generally just feel a bit 'blah'. I can't even think of anything I could eat to make me feel better, and that is just plain scary.

I have to admit, apart from the last two weeks before the baby is born (and not knowing when that will be), the last trimester is my favourite. I love the big belly, and showing it off. I love the extra energy I get (or have gotten since I finished work). I am nesting like a crazy person, sweeping is my favourite thing at the moment. No surface is safe from my broom. I'm also quite keen for Riordan to spend a little time with Nanny tomorrow so I can scrub the kitchen floor.

I have my OB appointment tomorrow, and I just know it will be more of the same.

Wee in a cup. "Any problems?" "Nope." On the scales. On the bed. Feel around. Listen to the baby. Blood pressure. "See you in a week."

I can't see anything happening before the weekend, and even then I know I'll be well into next week before #3 makes his presence known.

We're having Vindaloo for dinner tonight. Will the hot curry work it's magic?

Monday, June 22, 2009


I would kill to get a full night's sleep.

If it's not my bladder waking me up (first pit stop, 12.30pm, then approximately 3hourly after that), it's the dogs. If it's not the dogs, it's the boys. If it's not the boys, it's the baby! My delightful son-to-be seems to get a real kick out of stretching out when Mummy does, and jams his feet up under my right ribs. I have to get up and out of bed (and may as well do a toilet stop while I'm up!) to get them to drop back down again.

Nothing is happening, labour-wise. My trip to the acupuncturist on Saturday has obviously not yeilded any results, since I am sitting here with a lot of baby in my belly.

Hmm, this is it right now, at 39+ weeks, and it sure feels much bigger than it looks!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Freaking out

I am freaking out a little. I had an appointment with my OB yesterday, all is good with the baby, only when I sat down he said, "So, 10 days to go!" That shocked me a little, since I had been working on my own date of the 29th (based on a dating scan and ovulation), whereas when he got the dating scan results he somehow transformed the date, with the help of that little wheely-card thing they have, into an EDD of 26/6/09. I know 3 days aren't much in the scheme of things, but my babies have been notoriously late, and I was mentally counting on those days before I had to think about an induction. The worst part for me was when I asked for possible eviction date, he said the 3rd of July! That's only a week overdue!

I suppose I can negotiate if it comes to that, DS2 was 7 days late and I'm seeing an acupunturist this time who'll be getting the go ahead to start moving the baby along on Saturday, so hopefully it won't matter, but it's messing with my head a bit now.

I'll be fine, I'll just have to go and have a search on VBAC inductions.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Some piccies

This is Riordan before his first proper haircut on Tuesday, the hardest haircut of my life...

And this is Riordy boy this morning...

We got a bit of a surfer boy, layered crop thing happening. He looks so much older! But still freakishly like a girl.

Here is my belly at 37 weeks...

And here is the baby inside of it...

I had my sizing scan yesterday, and Mini Muffin is apparently 3kgs right now, so right on track to being 3.5kgs like his brother. I'm also going to see the acupunturist on Saturday to try and help him along. I don't want him early ( I still have to go and see Pink on the 30th) but right after that will be fine!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

To Train, or not to Train

I have a dilemma.

Riordan is 20 months and 1 week old, and showing all the signs of wanting to toilet train! He lets us know when he's done a poo (OK, so it's after the fact, but he's not oblivious to soiling himself) and can wee on command. He's not sure whether he wants to wee standing up or sitting down at this point, we get a bit of both, but he has the bladder control to push one out.

I just don't know whether it's too soon. He's so little (he struggles to fit on Bowen's potty, his legs almost dangle down!), doesn't say much yet and #3 is due in less than 3 weeks now. Will I actually have the time? I don't know whether I will be able to get out of the house with the majority of my children dressed for Preschool at 9am, let alone try and get my little man to drop the nappies.

Should I just keep going with the before bath potty time, and when I get the chance to crank the heater and let him run around with no pants on? To be honest, if it was warmer (it's currently about -20 in Sydney at the moment, not exactly conducive to going bullocks in order to have free access to the potty) I would have no hesitation in giving it a red hot go, simply because there wouldn't be as much cleaning for me! Right now, when we have nappy free time, I'm constanting with paper towel and Pine O' Clean in hand, cleaning up after him. That's another thing, he'll go when he's asked, but doesn't really know to go himself.

Mum thinks I should go the Pull Ups route, which I am considering teamed with some baby leg warmers to keep him a bit exposed for easy access but still warm, or maybe I should read up on Elimination Communication and use that method since he is so young? But then there is the time factor again...

I didn't think I would have to worry about this for months yet!

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

All by myself...

Don't wanna be, all by myself...anymore...

Darren's gone and left me!

OK, so it's only for a week, 4 nights actually, for a work course. If I was in his shoes I would jump at the chance to go away, all expenses paid, stay in a nice hotel, have my meals cooked for me... sorry, got a bit distracted there. He should think himself pretty lucky that his 36 week pregnant wife isn't more paranoid!

The boys have been mostly good. We're all full of snot at the moment (oh, what fun it's going to be in about 12 months when I'll undoubtedly have 3 snotty noses at a time to contend with, as well as my own), Bowen has both ears infected again, and Riordan tonsillitis. More antibiotics, hooray.

I seem to be drowning in washing. I can't believe how much easier it was when Mum was doing it! I am doing two loads a day (the cloth nappies aren't helping, but at least I don't have to iron them) minimum, and finding the time to iron is a bit hard(she says, while on the computer). The sun is out today, so the dryer is getting a rest.

It doesn't help the situation when the baby boys need a change of clothes minutes after they are dressed in the morning! They were playing happily outside this morning while I tried to snatch a minute to brush my hair and actually put clothes on. I knew Riordan had no shoes on, but hey, I thought, a change of socks isn't so bad.

And then I heard Riordy calling out Mum! This creature, sounding like my youngest baby, appeared around the corner. He was dripping green snot, covered in wet sand, holding out sandy hands for me to wash. They had gotten into the sandpit, both of them, and were cold and wet and only minutes away from needing to be dropped off to preschool. Needless to say, we were late.

Only 3 more sleeps until Daddy comes home...