Monthly Archives: March 2011

Blues kick in


So we had an amazing night last night with ds2 only waking up once at 3.30. this might have been due to me having some wine, or the shock of an evening bath, or just flipping into a normal routine. am not confident it’ll be repeated sadly.

BF Is sleeping next door as he hardly slept last night due to work an life worries, so we’ve both been in monks today. compounded by my hormones so I’ve been in tears at everything.

not sure if it would be best yet to wake up ds2 for another feed or not, but he’s sleeping so well I think I will try to too, and just cope with the night as it comes.

ps a girl from antenatal gave birth yest on her kitchen floor. there but for the grace of god…

Day 2 – fatigue settling in


ds2s routine seems to be pretty non stop feeding from 8pm to 1 am and then 5 hrs sleep – at least it was last night. not really sure how realistic that was bit no doubt will see. midwife came today just as I was about to have some sleep; she’s happy with everything. ds#1 has been ok today rho a bit stroppy this afternoon; i’m sure in part to his new brother, though generally he’s been v sweet. bf out this pm to photo moon. time to try sleep now. x

bit fast and furious suddenly


After an hour or so eating pineapple and bouncing on the gym ball things are suddenly getting a bit speedy – as soon as I stood up they’ve beem coming every 3 mins or so. BF has gone out to get a Thai takeaway; we need to eat something, but just hoping everything holds on until he’s back and we’ve eaten and then can go to the B. Centre.

Crikey bobs. Am trying not to think of what’s to come; it was much better the first time when it was all theoretical – this time I know it’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better…

PS from a gyn perspective there was a bit of bloody mucus just now, but I think that’s the bizarrely named ‘show’ rather than anything drastic.

Oh hurry up BF!!!

T+3, and waters have broooken…


… like the first morning …. not, as they didn’t break until right at the end last time.
the birth centre has said that if the baby isn’t born within 18 hours I’ll need to be at the hospital instead. which is where we’re en route to anyway as the midwife wants the colour of my waters to be checked out. so we’re now sitting on traffic wondering of my occasional aches are going to become meaningful contractions. and I’m leaking waters like I don’t know what. didn’t factor this in…

So due date comes and goes…


6 and a half hours left for the bambino to fulfil a 5% chance of Arriving On Time. It’s so not going to happen…

Again at 2am last night I woke up thinking, ooh, oooh, is this it? as my pelvis and hips ached and ached; but it was only standard aches and pains and after extensive shuffling around and repositioning pillows and cushions I went back to sleep. It helped backing into the sleepy embrace of BF who has a normal body temperature that surely defies science, and who, it turns out, works quite well as a heat pack  on achey hips. I repaid him this morning when the toddler woke up at 6am (we need to decorate his room and get some sodding black out curtains pronto) and I ended up getting up with him as he was just howling, while BF slept. I did the nursery run and then went back to bed at about 9, as BF got up feeling pretty grotty (legacy of flu, and sleeplessness from work worries and (no doubt) pregnant ladies stealing his heat in the middle of the night).

At 2am though I was getting slightly anxious about the fact that my iPhone had almost run out of juice, that BF didn’t yet have the phone numbers of all the people we’ve got lined up to help in case of middle-of-the-night disasters, and the fact that in the decorating mess I haven’t got all the post-birth paraphenalia that helps. So this morning I headed into town and stocked up on ghastly but reassuring things like knickers-you-don’t-have-to-worry-about (well done M&S) and waterproof mats. Hmmm, should I be using one of those even now? What’s the chance of waters breaking while in bed? Hmm? Or am I tempting fate by even thinking of it? But I really don’t want to ruin my new memoryfoamanddown mattress topper.

I also had my eyebrows threaded, which, with last week’s haircut, and having painted my toenails, means I’m Good to Go, cosmetically (actually give it another 12 hours please for my eyebrows to calm down…). Have taken some time out this afternoon from reorganising study to scan in some old photos from albums. It left me considering that in my twenties:

  • a) I was a lot thinner than I thought I was and really could have dressed with slightly more femininity than lumberjack shirts and cords delivered
  • b) my ‘gamine’ haircut would have been a bit more effective if I’d recognised (a), and also noticed that Jean Seberg (see pic) carried it off in A Bout de Souffle accompanied by some strong eyeliner. Why didn’t I wear any makeup? I just looked like a puffy-eyed prepubescent boy most of the time.  

On the plus side I suppose I am, bearing in mind the very low start, improving with age. Long may that continue.

Now then baby, what are you up to in there? Shall we have another biscuit?