Bugger, am now really ill, properly bone tired poorly.
Had a good day yesterday, mainly because I pottered in the garden and painted a "Fire Station" sign for little one sr.
Had a bad day yesterday because I had to see a mad gynaecologist and watched crimewatch.
The gynaecologist I have met before when I had a miscarriage, she was terrible then. I had just come out of the scan that had showed a sad empty sac rather than the nine week twitching tiny embryo that we were hoping for. Anyway she was convinced that all the evidence meant that I was pregnant but just not as far along. Luckily I am not a numpty so realised that I would not have conceived three weeks after ovulation and after a postive pregnancy test. I was unable to convince her of this.
The thing was yesterday that she had not read the notes, OK, I appreciate that the docs can't read every damn thing in the notes but questions like "you have had one normal delivery yes?" when I have had two abnormal ones do not inspire you.
The internal was grimmer than, at one point she was shouting "squeeze my finger - More!"...I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Friday, 27 February 2009
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
The vapours
Blooming poorly - properly so, got the shivers and then fell down the stairs. Feel all weak and helpless like a victorian heroine with the vapours.
Was meant to be going to the pictures yesterday evening but did not make it - I thought I might have a pick me up power nap before setting off but husband cancelled for me on the grounds that when he tried to wake me I just kept asking him if the actress Julia McKenzie was in Rent-a-ghost.
Was very heartened to learn that Little one sr. is able to draw a picture of himself with a body, apparently lots of children his age just do a head with arms and legs. He is obviously some sort of genius, sadly his self portrait did not include a face but did boast an oesophagus, he is a lovely little weirdo.
Little one jr. being usual robust self - we ended up doing controlled crying with him last night as I was completely unable to get up and husband was completely unwilling to. Anyway, he shouted for a bit and eventually we all fell asleep as the birds began to sing. I went in to get him this morning and the little monkey had got hold of his baby monitor and had been shouting right down it, he was all smiles so no harm done.
Todays picture is of some plastic hens, they are £6 each from hen and hammock, made of recycled plastic and would definitely make husband snort his tea if I bought any. Am considering replacing the real chickens with these. We got the real chickens after I read an effusive article about garden chicken keeping, I was expecting the birds to cluck neatly around picking the slugs from amongst the plants, I was wrong - Bloody lying journalists but who was to know (it was Gardeners World not News of World). Garden now a poo covered half eaten shadow of former self.....Plastic chickens ahoy.
Was meant to be going to the pictures yesterday evening but did not make it - I thought I might have a pick me up power nap before setting off but husband cancelled for me on the grounds that when he tried to wake me I just kept asking him if the actress Julia McKenzie was in Rent-a-ghost.
Was very heartened to learn that Little one sr. is able to draw a picture of himself with a body, apparently lots of children his age just do a head with arms and legs. He is obviously some sort of genius, sadly his self portrait did not include a face but did boast an oesophagus, he is a lovely little weirdo.
Little one jr. being usual robust self - we ended up doing controlled crying with him last night as I was completely unable to get up and husband was completely unwilling to. Anyway, he shouted for a bit and eventually we all fell asleep as the birds began to sing. I went in to get him this morning and the little monkey had got hold of his baby monitor and had been shouting right down it, he was all smiles so no harm done.
Todays picture is of some plastic hens, they are £6 each from hen and hammock, made of recycled plastic and would definitely make husband snort his tea if I bought any. Am considering replacing the real chickens with these. We got the real chickens after I read an effusive article about garden chicken keeping, I was expecting the birds to cluck neatly around picking the slugs from amongst the plants, I was wrong - Bloody lying journalists but who was to know (it was Gardeners World not News of World). Garden now a poo covered half eaten shadow of former self.....Plastic chickens ahoy.
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
P P P P P P P P Pancake Day
Was suprised this morning by little one sr. staggering into the room, collapsing dramatically on the floor and telling me that he "needed pancakes", I didn't know it was Shrove Tuesday. Tried to persuade little one sr. to give up whinging for lent - he didn't look convinced. Actually managed to make both children look less feral than normal and fed the big one pancakes before arriving slightly early for nursery - further cemented good mummy status by reading to little one sr. in the waiting room with full on sound effects "Emergency, House on Fire - Whee ooo, Whee ooo, Whee ooo".
We are continuiing the reluctant weaning of little one jr. He is completely obsessed with boobs and nipples, even giving the husbands an optimistic tweak occasionally.
I am thinking about calling for the woman across the road who has a baby and seeing if she wants to come to Mums and Tots with me today. This seems a very scary prospect right now, I don't really know her and she is from round here so she already has friends, she might think I am weird. Little one jr. is sat next to me and giggling every time I catch his eye - I think he might like a little friend who lives nearby so I should really make the effort.
Saw this in Monsoon recently, tried it on and loved it - all before realising it cost £95 - shame, think it is too nice to end up in the sale.
We are continuiing the reluctant weaning of little one jr. He is completely obsessed with boobs and nipples, even giving the husbands an optimistic tweak occasionally.
I am thinking about calling for the woman across the road who has a baby and seeing if she wants to come to Mums and Tots with me today. This seems a very scary prospect right now, I don't really know her and she is from round here so she already has friends, she might think I am weird. Little one jr. is sat next to me and giggling every time I catch his eye - I think he might like a little friend who lives nearby so I should really make the effort.
Saw this in Monsoon recently, tried it on and loved it - all before realising it cost £95 - shame, think it is too nice to end up in the sale.
Monday, 23 February 2009
Quiet time
Quiet day today which is just as well because I had two beers last night and am feeling fuzzy.
Husband phoned to say hello and ask what we were planning to do today. It is just me and the little one jr. so we are doing nothing. Well mostly we have been snuggling and smiling at one another.
I only have a few weeks left of maternity leave. The time that I have had off so far has been difficult as I have had post natal depression and horrible anxiety. I have decided that the time off work I have left is precious so we are not going to any baby massage, gym babes or jabberjacks - we are going to play together at home.
Little one jr is lovely, greedy and smiles easily - we have just spent an hour lying on the bed making each other laugh. He looks a bit like me. We love hanging out with each other my boy and me.
Little one Sr. is back at the school nursery today, he was reluctant to go, he is still feeling like the new boy. Still, I have had more feedback, more pictures and he has learnt more in three weeks at his new place than two terms at his old nursery so off he went.
I really want to see this at the pictures
Easier said than done - the last film the husband went to see was this and he loved it.
Husband phoned to say hello and ask what we were planning to do today. It is just me and the little one jr. so we are doing nothing. Well mostly we have been snuggling and smiling at one another.
I only have a few weeks left of maternity leave. The time that I have had off so far has been difficult as I have had post natal depression and horrible anxiety. I have decided that the time off work I have left is precious so we are not going to any baby massage, gym babes or jabberjacks - we are going to play together at home.
Little one jr is lovely, greedy and smiles easily - we have just spent an hour lying on the bed making each other laugh. He looks a bit like me. We love hanging out with each other my boy and me.
Little one Sr. is back at the school nursery today, he was reluctant to go, he is still feeling like the new boy. Still, I have had more feedback, more pictures and he has learnt more in three weeks at his new place than two terms at his old nursery so off he went.
I really want to see this at the pictures
Easier said than done - the last film the husband went to see was this and he loved it.
Sunday, 22 February 2009
on the gas
Feeling a bit discombulated after a day of cooking and visitors. Four kids, four adults, Jamies' pot roast meatloaf, microwave treacle sponge, custard, spagetti hoops, beans and cheese on toast, egg friend rice and a whole heap of trouble later and I am pretty near shattered.
Just found out that I can cut my days at work down to three a week, pleased but a bit terrified financially speaking.
Anyway still no baby but here is something that cheers me up
Just found out that I can cut my days at work down to three a week, pleased but a bit terrified financially speaking.
Anyway still no baby but here is something that cheers me up
MORNING!!!
I am so rubbish at giving my husband a lie in, I just can't help it - the children shout, I drop things, noise is made. He has finally relented and just got up. I don't do it on purpose - honest.
Saturday, 21 February 2009
Not trying hard enough
Good day today.
Started off with a fantastic lie in and then when I did get up all the boys were in a good mood. Little one Sr. was full of the joys of spring and was chatting on about broadleafs and evergreens, he bought home a tiny twig with some buds on and told me that it was pointing to the spring time - bless him. Little one Jr. just looked confused and grabbed my boobs.
It is looking pretty springy now which is a suprise as it was only a week or so ago that it was fricking artic. My sisters due date today so not just the trees that are full of life and ready to flower.
Obviously childbirth was on my mind today. My sister is planning a home birth in water and has been doing lots of yoga and such like, she has read about childbirth ad nauseum and is pretty much as prepared as one can be....except for the pain thing - bless her, she went to the labour unit to look around and over heard someone in labour, she said they sounded like they were having their leg cut off, it wasn't that bad surely? What do you say? I am beginning to fear that the yoga teacher and doula have been giving her unrealistic expectations. It hurt like hell when I gave birth - perhaps I just wasn't trying hard enough?
Anyway, while husband lying in bed eating bovril on toast (well known cure for man flu) I have been looking on the internet for treasure...have found this
Started off with a fantastic lie in and then when I did get up all the boys were in a good mood. Little one Sr. was full of the joys of spring and was chatting on about broadleafs and evergreens, he bought home a tiny twig with some buds on and told me that it was pointing to the spring time - bless him. Little one Jr. just looked confused and grabbed my boobs.
It is looking pretty springy now which is a suprise as it was only a week or so ago that it was fricking artic. My sisters due date today so not just the trees that are full of life and ready to flower.
Obviously childbirth was on my mind today. My sister is planning a home birth in water and has been doing lots of yoga and such like, she has read about childbirth ad nauseum and is pretty much as prepared as one can be....except for the pain thing - bless her, she went to the labour unit to look around and over heard someone in labour, she said they sounded like they were having their leg cut off, it wasn't that bad surely? What do you say? I am beginning to fear that the yoga teacher and doula have been giving her unrealistic expectations. It hurt like hell when I gave birth - perhaps I just wasn't trying hard enough?
Anyway, while husband lying in bed eating bovril on toast (well known cure for man flu) I have been looking on the internet for treasure...have found this
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