I am sitting here bored out my brain.
My mother in law has taken the kids for the day and while I am extremely grateful for the break, I am too tired to go out. I am not tired enough to sleep and rest.
I am just restless. Or bored. Bored? I have cleaned everything. I need to give the place one good clean but I will wait until the day before I go into hospital to get that done. The fridge is full of food. I am set to leave the family and have this baby.
My doctor thinks this baby won't be as big as the first two. So not only are we excited to find out the sex of the baby, I am eager to find out its weight, because I, too believe this baby will be smaller than the others. I just don't feel as large. Maybe that means nothing. Maybe that means I am just carrying less fluid than I did with my first two pregnancies, maybe I am just getting better at carrying big bumps. Time will tell.
Because there is only 3 days to go.
I am anxious and nervous. Nervous because I have already had 2 children born via C-Sections and let me tell you they are certainly no walk in the park. There is the pain, and the pain killers that make me woozy and nauseated and no pain relief seems to really work for me. And then there is the baby that wants to be fed, fed, fed. Shocking hormones from day 3 that have me in tears for no bloody good reason. And then there is the blood. Oh the blood. So much blood.
I am worried for my children that are already here. Will they be ok? How will they adapt to another baby brother or sister? I think I have prepared them for it as much as I can without overdoing it. They know change is just around the corner. We'll muddle through.
And then there is the Epidural. Let's hope it works effectively this time around. I had a horrible Anesthetist with Harry, my second child. Let's just say his epidural wasn't very effective. Let's not go there. After delivering Harry I swore I would never have another baby. Came home and threw out all my baby books and all my magazines.
And here we are again. How quickly we forget. I could have done with all those books this time around! Stoopid me.
Wish me luck. x
October 24, 2010
October 4, 2010
I haven't updated you in the PHAT stakes readers so here we have it.
Moi. At 35 weeks. Under a month to go. My baby will be here this month. Thankyou October for finally showing up. I thought you would never come.
I am not interested in food. In fact if it doesn't take a liquid form I am not interested in injesting it. I have moved slightly from being partial to flavoured milk (by partial I mean ADDICTED) over to the more complex palate choice of Sparkling Apple Juice. I put it in a fancy wine glass. And pretend like its something that might make me drunk.
The baby is strong and the kicks are painful now. Did I mention I'm tired? Ahhh.
The last baby and then this shop is closed for business. The baby making stage of my life is nearly over. *Crosses fingers behind her back and prays to the Lord of Flavoured Milk*.
Watch this space peeps, there will be some news soon.