Those of you who read my articles on Bella Kidz or follow me on facebook will know that the morning sickness has struck…. At week 15/16… yep, who knew that could happen? It’s possible that some pretty crippling headaches could be the cause of this sudden occurrence and I’m feeling pretty darn sorry for myself at the moment. That said, I can finally feel baby moving around which is magical. The hubby is convinced that means it’s a boy (footballer in the making) but I’m not quite so sure.
My blood test results came back all clear and I think the re-test maybe related to that toddler group cold I came down with a few weeks ago.
My bump seems so small and while many people will look and say otherwise, I’m certain that is because I’m OBESE! Yep it’s official, I’m a chub! I don’t think even my stone weight loss since conception (I know! how chuffed was I when I stood on the scales last week) is enough to shift this label quite yet, and I really hope it doesn’t prevent me having a home birth. But, if I lose another stone I will fall nicely back a weight category which would be ideal, we shall see. For the moment it’s no fast food, no full fat milk and def. no more lemonade. In fairness I think I suffer from lack-of-exercise-itis (it’s a serious condition you know) so lots of brisk walks are planned, we could all do to get out the house more anyway, but it’s good to know all those school runs on foot are paying off.
I got my wedding dress out earlier, and I couldn’t believe how much I’ve piled on since that special day. I didn’t dare try it on. I think it’s time to make a sale, I’m pretty sure I’ll never have occasion to wear it again and providing I can get the fake tan off of it (fail) the contribution will be very helpful considering our new arrival.
We have started preparing the other children for a sibling and I’m pretty sure H knows what to expect, ‘I know when mummy makes cow noises, the baby will come’. She’s determined she will have a sister this time and I must admit seeing all those little girlie clothes in shops is sending me a bit gooey. But, we have cupboards full of boy’s clothes….. it’s very tempting to find out this time so we can plan more, luckily the nursery and general paraphernalia are neutral… and in fairness a baby poos, sleeps and boobs for the best part of three months anyway, I don’t think they’ll care what colour they’re wearing.
Roo now points to my belly when I ask where the baby is, I’m not sure if this is confusing for him, because let’s face it, he has a permanent look of confusion on his features anyway, but he has taken to playing with one of H’s dolls and fingers crossed he won’t mind moving up to his big boy room soon.
So ‘Mcfly’ is now the size of an avocado, wow! less than a month until we can see him/her again and hopefully we can hear the heartbeat when we visit the midwife next week. Unfortunately the OH is working late on the day of the scan so may not be able to come along; I do hope we can change the date. Maybe I’ll tease him and say I found out the sex… maybe I will find out… hmmm…
Ok so hormones go a little bit crazy during pregnancy, and most of this stuff is my responsibility, but that doesn’t stop me breathing fire once in a while.
1. When people do a pee in the toilet I just cleaned……
2. Cooking disasters
3. When my cup of tea goes cold
4.When people put anything other than books on the book shelf
5.When I get up for the 3rd time that night to pee
6.and the toilet roll hasn’t been replaced correctly
7. Having to adjust the seat in the car
8. When things are left on the stairs
9. Forgetting why I have walked into a room
10. When the stair rail is used instead of the coat hooks
11. Finding myself sobbing during the opening sequence to Fireman Sam
12. Tea bags left on the side
13. Toothpaste in the sink
14. When the table isn’t cleared from breakfast before creativities begin…. mmmm toast crumb cards
15. When my husband has hic-ups…. or sneezes, or snores, or burps…. or breaths too heavily
16. The vacuum cleaner lead….. enough said!!
17. Discovering there’s no milk….. after brewing my cupa
18. Forgetting to remove the veg crate before using the microwave and praying for thanks that the house didn’t go up in flames
That’s right, I’m 14 weeks preggers and I have no idea when that happened, I’m still not even sure I am pregnant (bar the scan pics but they could be faked right?)
…. I had visions of telling you all about the real side of pregnancy, the un-glossy version you don’t read about in parenting magazines, but this little bean is so different from my previous two ‘monster symptom’ pregnancies that I’d feel like a fraud if I told you I was puking every day. Oh yes I’ve been sick, but with both H and Roo I did the exorcist impression every day for pretty much my entire pregnancy (and into labour last time) this time around I’m doing so much better.
I do have that ghastly metallic taste thing for the first time though, It doesn’t matter how many times I clean my teeth you can pretty much guarantee everything tastes like copper, yuk! I’m drinking lemonade like nobody’s business to try and counteract this, but I’m pretty sure that rotting my insides with fizz is probably counterproductive, I don’t know what else I can do though, two weeks of sucking on a coin!! Given this, it’s surprising the sickness is kept at bay really…
Had a call from the midwife with my blood results and looks like they need to test again this week, I suspect anaemia because it doesn’t matter how much broccoli I munch on I always seem to suffer from this, It’s a little worrying because I’ve been taking iron supplements for months now, but I’m sure all will be well.
I’m determined not to pile on the pounds this time around and I’m very proud to say that, other than family outings, I’ve not driven the car for weeks; you know that your fitness is improving when you can hold convocation with other playground mums without having to wheeze a hello after walking up the hill to the school. Having said this I’m a little miffed to find my clothes getting tighter, not a problem if I wasn’t still in maternity wear from the previous pregnancy though! I’m loving that I don’t feel I need to hide my baby belly although given the looks I’ve had, I think some people suspect I’ve put on weight, or worse, when they look at Roo then my tummy, that I must have more chub left over from 2012 than I really do, All should become clear to them when it rounds out a bit more though… bring on the summer maxi dresses.
So apparently baby is the size of a lemon now and I’m starting to look ahead to our scan in 6 weeks, Hubby is refusing to play the name game as he says we settle on one, he gets used to it then I change my mind again… he has a point! Baby Roo was always Baby Roo but we went through a few girl name ideas settling on Viola in the end (I’m so relieved he was boy as I really don’t like that now) and I still find female names harder, H was Beth for quite a while and was going to be Samuel for boy but I do prefer more quirky names now…. Hubby is set on a particular boys name and I think he reckons he can convince me of it but I’m not sure….. Difficult! I guess it’s just ‘Macfly’ for a while longer
With an inquisitive toddler beginning to run about and a new baby on the way I was delighted to hear about the following website a few weeks ago. Safetots uk not only stock a mahooosive amount of baby safety products it’s also one of those websites which you can get lost on for hours… You know the sort, you go on for a changing bag and suddenly your basket is filled with all manner of equipment.
(Talking of changing bags, there’s a fab range on the site just for dads…. no floral in sight = no excuse for not doing the nappy run when out and about)
We live in a town house, which although giving us plenty of bedroom space for our growing family does make stairway safety a big issue for us. So far we have managed to get by, by closing the door in whichever room we are in with Roo, or using the play pen or travel cot but alas, he can now reach the door handles and more than once has given a cheeky wave bye bye before slipping out towards the stairs.
With two flights to cover, we need 4 stair gates and guess what? Will any stair gate do? Oh no, the ones I lovingly saved (reluctantly shoved in shed) from when H was a toddler do not fit the required gaps, grrr! Still, safetots has a great filter on their range where you can type in the exact size of your gap, be it, for patio doors, a room divider or an open plan arch into the kitchen (yep, we have that one) and WAHLA…. The site shows you the options available, pretty cool eh? Well, if I could find the bloomin tape measure that is…. It went missing this weekend after a sofa bed stairway negotiation adventure… which ended in hoisting a large sofa frame over the first floor balcony, I kid you not!
It seems like every possible new baby/toddler dilemma which I’ve been concerned about can be solved on Safetots, from buggy boards, to pram seats, baby carriers and great car and pushchair organisers its worth taking a look. Here are some of my favourite products.
We had our third scan today, the first being for some reassurance and the second to tell us we were only ten weeks (that was a bit disappointing). Today we were set back once again, but only by a day. We now have a EDD (finally)! little bean is due 21st of September, looks like I’ll be doing the school run in my final weeks then…
It was an emotional but rather interesting morning… Having woken up from a slightly odd dream to the sounds of baby Roo cooing away at 6:30, we managed to convince him that 20 mins of Peppa Pig (which is permanently in our bedroom dvd player), while having mummy and daddy cuddles, was a far better option than a crack of dawn breakfast…
Pregnancy dreams are the best! Mine seemed to involve underground greenhouses(?!), a flight round New York city, and plastic dolls… I also recall getting angry will fellow contestants in a cooking competition during the night… the husband says I snored! Grrr this is possibly because I seem to have picked up a nasty little cold from some snotty child at a toddler group last week, I knew there was a reason why I don’t attend such events often aside from the competitive parenting, (my Chelsea tractor is bigger than yours, little jimmy was potty trained at 5 weeks etc) dam this constant coughing and sneezing, we know I have pelvic floor issues!
Baby Roo, hubby and I throw breakfast down ourselves and bundle out of the door leaving the eldest with our wonderful Mother’s Help, who is both more efficient and more organised than myself. H is in capable hands and would no doubt arrive at school with all equipment necessary, no toothpaste down her top, well fed, refreshed from a lovely walk and without the sound of ‘we’re running late again’ echoing in her ears. Its a shame she can’t join us but hopefully next time!
We stop at a garage on the way and grab a bottle of water before heading into the city, Roo seems excited by the change of routine and even more excited when he realises he can see the fish tank in the hospital again… there’s something about taking a toddler into a room full of broody mother-to-be, I only wish he would return their smiles, just once… but no, he’s so serious, just gets on playing peek-a-boo with the fish (until the power cuts out and he looks more confused than normal). ‘He actually has a dimple’, I tell people when they attempt to coax a smile from him. I don’t think anyone believes me… I wonder if this little bundle will be just as serious around strangers? or if they’ll be like their confident and bubbly big sister?
We make it into the scan room and I’m mortified to find that I’m required to hold my existing ‘baby apron’ up so she can scan… dam big babies!! But, apparently, muffin top aside, my bottle of water was not enough, I’m asked to drink more fluid and wait another half an hour….
By the time I re-enter the room, 7 polystyrene cups of water later, I’m bursting for the loo and praying I won’t sneeze. There were a few intense moments of belly jiggling to get little one to turn around and a more than one close call where I thought I might lose all dignity, but here he/she is… dated 12+2 weeks, with two arms and two legs and a strong heart beat….. Yes it’s starting to sink in… baby number three… a beautiful little blob…