tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55700132011-06-08T15:56:20.490+09:00turquoisetoobaby stuffLisanoreply@blogger.comBlogger751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1094527223528299432004-09-07T13:00:00.000+09:002004-09-07T12:31:35.783+09:00Part 2
OK where was I? Oh yes, on the loo...been there a long time!
Eventually, the instructions changed to don't push as I started to - entirely involuntarily and impossible to avoid. After a good while of this, me getting more and more frustrated with my rubbish pushiness, So-san decided I could get in the water although it was a little early (7 cm dilated?). Still compos mentis enough to Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1088500929104507892004-06-29T18:22:00.000+09:002004-06-29T18:22:09.103+09:00ferret world Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1088236031786934592004-06-27T16:12:00.000+09:002004-06-27T16:15:18.920+09:00Birth (part 1)
The story really begins on Thursday March 25th. I had an unavoidable hospital appointment for 11.30 the next morning, at which they were almost certain to insist on an induction - given that I was 2 1/2 weeks overdue - although I had every intention, if everything was still looking fine, of asking them to leave me until Monday. The Thursday was spent, as the entire previous week Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1079946929355738602004-03-22T18:15:00.000+09:002004-03-22T18:19:11.186+09:00Update
I've got until friday to get it out! Which means they aren't exactly going for my story about wrong dates (that would give me weeks more!) despite much hmm- hmm-ing and nodding when I recite it, but I feel happier than I did yesterday - a whole 2 days longer.
Baby did a lovely job on the monitor, everybody exclaimed how genki it is, so I felt very proud. It was rather nice actually, Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1079664901683545862004-03-19T11:55:00.000+09:002004-03-19T12:15:58.576+09:00Game plan
I'm fine, the baby's fine, we're all fine. Cameron's fine. The cats are fine. The midwife kept saying 'why won't your labour start', which I really couldn't answer (because the baby isn't ready yet not being good enough.) I've started a 'maybe my dates are wrong' campaign in a last-ditch bid to stave off induction (anyone who is wondering why I have this fear of induction and who is Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1079508626740607292004-03-17T16:30:00.000+09:002004-03-17T16:32:49.233+09:00Hmm. Another checkup tomorrow and she wants to do some sort of monitoring, see if the baby is still fine. Not sure what this will involve; she was pretty vague when I asked, but they will attach some sort of...monitor...and see what happens during a contraction. I did ask how she proposed producing said contraction (seeing that if I was having them then I probably wouldn't need to go for the Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1079395034012119202004-03-16T08:57:00.000+09:002004-03-16T08:59:35.640+09:0041 bloody weeks
Bah.Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1078884396427247162004-03-10T11:06:00.000+09:002004-03-10T11:18:13.123+09:00last one
I hope. Here I am at 40 weeks in black and white; 'scuse scruffy T-shirt (Cameron's), iffy hair (been asleep on it) and general dodginess of appearance. Honestly, I usually look much nicer than this (...and I'm sticking to it - I'm miles and miles away and you don't know.)Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1078878095012252402004-03-10T09:21:00.000+09:002004-03-10T09:24:57.390+09:00Bah.
I haven't been ignoring you all and your lovely comments. I was just thinking how strange it was that nobody had commented here since January when I decided to look on the actual site and there are loads! Thank you everybody. Seems my new comments host doesn't email me when people comment like the old one did. Sigh...
If anyone had a burning question, please leave it for me again on this Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1078814079007457432004-03-09T15:34:00.000+09:002004-03-09T15:37:44.653+09:0040 weeks
Although by some quirk of the calculations my 'official' due date is tomorrow. Not that I'm expecting anything; less than 5% of babies turn up on the appointed day and this one is showing no signs. Quite happy where it is. I've been walking miles around Tokyo, almost doing what I'm told (the instructions are to walk about 2 hours a day, not carrying anything and enjoying the sunshine andLisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1078478029685109682004-03-05T18:13:00.000+09:002004-03-05T18:17:05.216+09:00moving goalposts
The friendly clinic reflexologist, although she says my body is getting ready to have the baby, no longer predicts it will come on Sunday. She reckons we're looking at Wednesday or Thursday next week instead - much less convenient than a weekend, but will provide time to assemble the cot! However, as she also suggested I make an appointment to see her again next Friday 'in case Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1078401087930029572004-03-04T20:50:00.000+09:002004-03-04T20:53:37.343+09:00This is just me learning how to blog.Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13510420501800059890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1078272596320920312004-03-03T09:09:00.000+09:002004-03-03T09:24:43.373+09:00"Traditionally , a father among the Huichol Indians would sit in the rafters above his labouring wife with a rope tied round his testicles. The wife would tug on the rope with every painful contraction so that they could both share the pain of bringing a new life into the world"
Thanks to my friend Rachel for bringing this to my attention. Cameron has pointed out that the clinic has no rafters - Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1078050499472337762004-02-29T19:28:00.000+09:002004-02-29T19:30:25.140+09:00When I turned up for my checkup on Friday the clinic was all in a fluster as a baby had just that minute been born! How exciting. And the girl who'd been in our 'class' last weekend had hers last week too. I must be next!
After my checkup I had an hour of reflexology, which was just fabulous. Why have I never had it before? She took quite a thorough medical history then settled down with my feet Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1077612976775327362004-02-24T17:56:00.000+09:002004-02-24T18:00:33.733+09:0038 weeks
Did somebody say nesting instinct? You stay still long enough, you're going in the washing machine! It's very odd though - I can stand back and know I am behaving erratically but can't do anything about it. I have a list of jobs I really want to do but that doesn't stop me, for example, putting the kettle through the dishwasher. From the garbled telephone conversation I had today (fedex Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1077153834348100532004-02-19T10:23:00.000+09:002004-02-19T10:25:49.793+09:00arg!
Wel I may not have gone in for all that first-trimester puking and what have you but one symptom I have in far more than my fair share. My books all warned that I might get grumpy and irritable in the last month and have I ever!
Don't mess with me...especially don't ask if I (or my sister) have had the baby yet. I guarantee I won't forget to mention it when it happens, OK?!Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1076979175856447332004-02-17T09:52:00.000+09:002004-02-17T09:54:49.593+09:0037 weeks
Officially full-term. Meaning the baby has 5 weeks to get itself out before they start threatening to do nasty things with drips and needles. We're going to see the return of the king this evening, after which it can come any time it likes as far as I'm concerned. Obviously it would be nice if I had a chance to enjoy a bit of my leave first, and if the cot arrived before the baby, but Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1076307661663075232004-02-09T15:21:00.000+09:002004-02-09T15:24:58.513+09:00I had my last fortnightly checkup this morning, will now have to trek to the clinic once a week. It's due a month today! A quiet day meant that I had my feet massaged simultaneously by two midwives; I could definitely get used to this treatment. I was a bit disgruntled to see I'd put on nearly 2 kg in the past fortnight (but am consoling myself with the thought that I only put on a few hundred Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1075855673812438052004-02-04T09:47:00.000+09:002004-02-04T09:49:33.670+09:0035 weeks (and one day)
And I'm beginning to feel like I'm done. My belly button popped out sometime when I wasn't looking in the last few days (euw) and I think things are starting to move south as the pressure is definitely more on my bladder than my ribs again. Oh, and I have stopped sleeping; I can't even drop off on the sofa in the afternoon, which is most unlike me. We're nearly done with Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1075192843377280662004-01-27T17:40:00.000+09:002004-01-27T17:44:55.496+09:0034 weeks
34 weeks. Blimey, not long now. I should become an aunty sometime in the next month too (much more exciting - or rather, differently exciting - than becoming a mother). Suzanne is expecting it to happen imminently, while Chris is stuck in snow the other side of the Pennines - but I reckon she'll have to wait a bit longer yet.
All our shopping is nearly done, just a cot, a moses-basket Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1074672086718058002004-01-21T17:01:00.000+09:002004-01-21T17:07:54.356+09:00Looking forward to giving up work I must confess. My brain is just not there any more, not to mention that sitting at my desk is not comfy.
Been busy today, went to the baby shop and bought a moses basket (means I can stop fretting about it having to sleep in a drawer at least!). They didn't have any stands but I'm going back on Friday anyway, with a friend with a car so I can fill her boot. I Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1074159910829731902004-01-15T18:45:00.000+09:002004-01-15T18:47:15.153+09:00Oh my goodness. Two of the ladies from my 'due in March' messageboard have given birth! Of course the babies are in incubators and what have you, so it's not like they've got them home to be looked after, but it has realy brought home that it's Not Long Now!
My only other news is that I have some sort of tummy bug so I've had two icky days. That's the downside of the pregnancy-induced lowered Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1073971800328861912004-01-13T14:30:00.000+09:002004-01-14T07:54:26.576+09:0032 weeks
The name debate continues as I feel smug and finger-on-the-pulse as all the slightly obscure names I like - or pretend to like to get Cameron to react - appear in last year's ">top 100. Cameron fails to grasp the fact that Noah was a person, arguing that perhaps Gomorrah would be just as good, and claims that Tegan was made up for Doctor Who (it's a good cornish name!). He doesn't have Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1073549102872394582004-01-08T17:05:00.000+09:002004-01-08T17:06:35.356+09:00More on names
Scottish island names are quite nice: Iona, Lewis, Skye. Only given that our cats are Islay and Jura, I think we have to rule them out. You can take a theme too far. (Also ruled out for the same reason: Eigg, Muck, Rhum. Unst.)
Oh! I just found the Islay and Jura website (here). They never told me they had one!Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1073375493527372512004-01-06T16:51:00.000+09:002004-01-06T16:56:32.200+09:0031 weeks
And the poor child still has no name. No ideas for a name. Cameron has now admitted that it will have to have one, though still not made one suggestion - he says he can't think of anything good enough. I have tried to fool him by playing Nick Hornby-style games "name your top three boy's names" but he gets around that by listing Cameron, William, Thomas (ie his name, his middle name, hisLisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1072757231234289602003-12-30T13:07:00.000+09:002003-12-30T13:08:16.123+09:0030 weeks!
Which means it is 10 weeks today until the due date. Eek! Never mind my friend Cath who keeps scaring me with tales of her daughter who turned up at 32 weeks, 10 weeks doesn't sound anything like long enough. (Cameron says it's ages, like two summer holidays - or one whole term - when we were kids, and you know how long they were.) To celebrate I have found my first stretch mark. And I Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1072680917651680492003-12-29T15:55:00.000+09:002003-12-29T15:58:23.246+09:00Another visit to the midwife clinic on Saturday saw me having my circumference measured (do they do this anywhere else? I know one girl here who reached over a metre before her baby arrived!) and all the usual checks were fine. We were then shown a 'model' baby - by which I mean a real one, the 4-month-old daughter of one of the clinic's midwives, who is perfect in every way and brought out as anLisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1072407607461168852003-12-26T12:00:00.000+09:002003-12-26T12:09:21.060+09:00And once again, I said I wouldn't but you asked so nicely!
This is me about to go out for a nice Christmas dinner (hence looking relatively scrubbed and tidy - I'm even wearing high heels though you can't see them! - and note the careful placement of Christmas bauble). 29 weeks and 2 days. Cameron is now calling me 'fatty' - he is such a charmer - but will revise it on correction (it's not fat Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1072253294921032172003-12-24T17:08:00.000+09:002003-12-24T17:10:26.670+09:00Oh where am I now...29 weeks and 1 day, or thereabouts. Well into the third trimester anyway, as evidenced by the catalogue of aches and pains I'm developing. Some of which are doubtless due to spending most of the past week lounging in the sun on wooden seats then a night trying to sleep on a very hard economy air seat. There was a rocking chair at our house which was fantastic but the sun Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1070955788252823172003-12-09T16:43:00.000+09:002003-12-09T16:43:51.996+09:0027 weeks
Trimester three, here we go. Three months today the baby is due - of course it won't turn up on time but still, a sobering thought. Is it too late to start that healthy diet and exercise regime? Speaking of which I did go to yoga today (so can feel smug) but now feel very very tired as I barely slept last night. The baby is now big enough to alternate pounding on my pelvis with a rhythm Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1070437506169465742003-12-03T16:45:00.000+09:002003-12-03T17:44:54.340+09:0026 weeks (and 1 day)
Up and down and up and down...the pregnancy group meeting yesterday left me down as usual (only because I want to make friends and am a failure. Why don't they like me?! Cameron says it's because I am horrible but what does he know) then a visit to the doctor today picked me right back up again. It's always nice to be assured by a pro that you are healthy! I have put on 3 kg Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1070247378162181912003-12-01T11:56:00.000+09:002003-12-01T11:56:54.500+09:00Finally
I have decided where to have the thing: the Matsugaoka Josanin. (What on earth is that woman blowing (sucking?) in the picture on the front page there?) That is, assuming I'm allowed to: it isn't late, early or breech, I don't develop any nasties and the wind is blowing in the right direction.
I visited a couple of clinics and a hospital, for contrast, and feel quite happy that I've made Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1069752549660346292003-11-25T18:29:00.000+09:002003-11-25T19:02:49.670+09:0025 weeks today
And today, for your delight and delectation and also so you can see what I've been whinging about, let me refer you to this website. Please bear in mind that this is the shop in the trendiest, youngest part of town and, as such, represents what the young, funky expectant mums are wearing, not the old-fogey stuff found in the departos.
In particular, I give you two of my especial Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1069233142471874622003-11-19T18:12:00.000+09:002003-11-19T18:14:05.106+09:0024 weeks
and one day but yesterday was too hectic to blog.
Not really anything to report! Though according to Chris, this marks the turning point where, should I go into (very) premature labour, it might have some slim chance of survival. Of course, it wouldn't have a thing to wear. But it would have a rather lovely red tartan pushchair to sit in, which I went and collected last night. It's Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1068729411809463352003-11-13T22:16:00.000+09:002003-11-13T22:18:09.250+09:00Hormones
You tell me. Is it entirely normal to cry at the bit in Squeeze's up the junction that goes This morning at 4.50 I took her rather nifty down to the incubator where 30 minutes later she gave birth to a daughter within a year a walker she looked just like her mother if there could be another? No? Thought not. How about The Eagles' desperado? Christy Moore's voyage? (Actually that one Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1068527952800775562003-11-11T14:19:00.000+09:002003-11-11T14:20:57.263+09:0023 weeks today!
And gosh, is it kicky! It seems to kick almost entirely very low down (apart from during yoga when I was at a funny angle myself, it was moving all over the place then!) and sometimes it feels quite peculiar: you know that feeling you get when somebody, at a carnival or something, bangs a Really Big Drum and you feel your bones vibrate? I think it's banging on my pelvis.
Anyway. Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1068026938251617682003-11-05T19:08:00.000+09:002003-11-05T19:08:56.726+09:00Well I am feeling quite happy today after the doctor used the word 'textbook' in connection with my pregnancy (OK only in reference to how high the top of my uterus has got - two fingers above my belly button! - but still). And he told me to ignore people who say I'm small - in fact, to ignore everybody who tries to scare me! I did break that x+1 barrier, but it didn't feel as bad as I'd expectedLisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1067934822381300722003-11-04T17:33:00.000+09:002003-11-04T17:34:20.530+09:0022 weeks
And nothing to report except a horrid cold which kept me awake all night so today I am tired and grumpy. Got a doctor's appointment tomorrow - I'm hoping Cameron will come along too to hear the heartbeat and dreading being weighed as I'm sure I'll have broken through into the next decade (is it still a decade when it's not years? What is the word? Gone up from xy to (x+1)y, anyway. It's Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1067385606144138752003-10-29T09:00:00.000+09:002003-10-29T09:08:29.473+09:00size of a cow
I am absolutely not going to make a habit of this, but I've had several requests - from friends not web weirdos - so here you go: this is what I look like at the moment. I was surprised to see it actually; I think I look smaller than that in the mirror. Though it was taken last thing at night (hence not bothering to find a sensible background - pictures and AC controllers sticking Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1067325562770428552003-10-28T16:19:00.000+09:002003-10-28T16:19:22.170+09:0021 weeks today!
And the baby development websites are getting less interesting; I get the impression it is quite well formed, just needs to grow and work out. Though apparently it will start swallowing amniotic fluid this week (yuk! Like drinking your bath!) It's certainly getting its exercise anyway - not much kicking but plenty of squirming about and somersaults. It either loved my yoga class Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1067056736545218382003-10-25T13:38:00.000+09:002003-10-25T13:39:25.003+09:00It's a...!
Baby. According to this site, while compiles all the old wives tales, I have a 50:50 chance of a boy:girl. I won't decorate a nursery yet, then.Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1067044777025406542003-10-25T10:19:00.000+09:002003-10-25T10:21:13.593+09:00Things you never think about until you get pregnant
(Number one in an expanding series): Maternity tights.
Because normal tights, stretchy as they seem, don't have enough give in the waistband so they dig in and leave nasty red weals around your waist - or where your waist used to be. And sometimes they roll themselves downwards, attempting to escape to a place of less tension. The maternity Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1066710917997448062003-10-21T13:35:00.000+09:002003-10-21T13:37:14.846+09:0020 weeks today!
Halfway! Give or take it not arriving on time and what have you. My book says the baby is about the size and weight of a spanish onion (how do they dream these analogies up?!) and all I know is I'm knackered and my head hurts. Whinge.
The trousers were quite tentlike as anticipated; they look great from the thighs down but are just enormous and clown-like above that. I know they Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1066113879900690512003-10-14T15:44:00.000+09:002003-10-14T15:48:31.213+09:0019 weeks today
(Officially the start of the 5th month!)
And I'm tired! It is getting harder and harder to sleep, now I'm not supposed to lie on my back. Lying on my side, even propped on pillows, is just not as relaxing and leaves me with sore hips and shoulders. Whinge.
Anyway, the child, it seems, is making buds for permanent teeth, behind those for milk teeth it has already. And it can hear, Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1065775309318493912003-10-10T17:41:00.000+09:002003-10-10T17:54:07.943+09:00Scan
Thank goodness for that: it was all OK. Amazing, actually. Baby is a normal size - spot on for its due date (head 3 cm, thigh bones 2-and-a-bit cm, 11-and-a-bit cm from head to bottom) - and very lively, turning somersaults through the scan. I have pictures of its head, thighs, abdomen (stomach and heart!), a cute one of both legs in the air, and also, rather bizarrely, one of my placenta. Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-106568435775105422003-10-09T16:25:00.000+09:002003-10-09T16:29:04.626+09:00I've done it. Gritted my teeth against the assault on my bank balance and bought some proper maternity trousers from Formes. I also have some cords coming from jojo maman bebe, if they make it through Japanese customs. They (the formes trousers) *were* expensive but very nice and well-made; important if they are to be worn almost incessantly for the next 6 months or so! And they have a very Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1065510415893802982003-10-07T16:06:00.000+09:002003-10-07T16:06:55.980+09:00PS Scan on Friday: wish us luck and send good vibes!Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1065510269894933502003-10-07T16:04:00.000+09:002003-10-07T16:05:59.870+09:0018 weeks today!
Which means its eyes should be pointing forwards instead of sideways and its ears are nearly in the final position. It can suck its thumb (aw!) According to babycentre, I may be feeling "less than glamorous" which probably describes me most of the time anyway. It also says I should be sure to wear flat shoes: that's going to counter the anti-glam feeling, isn't it!
Went to the Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1065149881742179652003-10-03T11:58:00.000+09:002003-10-03T11:58:01.893+09:00wow!
It just kicked! Properly. I've been feeling flutters for some time, but that was a good few strong kicks - I could even feel them from the outside. Seems it is going to take after its footballing father (it is *supposed* to wait a few more weeks before kicking me.)Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1065058139434198002003-10-02T10:28:00.000+09:002003-10-02T10:37:49.933+09:00I've been doing some baby-related blogging over at turquoise recently (I did say this one was for overflow): to summarise, I got a lot of leaflets and heard the baby's heart beating (yesterday - permalink not working yet). That was just incredibly exciting - the doctor got out his little amplifier thing and there it was, pounding away at almost exactly twice the rate of mine (plenty of stomach Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1064884166108700202003-09-30T10:09:00.000+09:002003-09-30T10:10:10.273+09:0017 weeks today
Which means it is now about the size of an avocado and playing with the umbilical cord, and that I should have gained at least 2.5 kg. I've no idea but I suppose the doctor will weigh me tomorrow. Babycentre recommends booking a holiday soon but as we've just got back from a month away, I think that suggestion will get short shrift.Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1064648672790912562003-09-27T16:44:00.000+09:002003-09-27T16:44:32.493+09:00Hormone mayhem
It's not that I'm actually bursting into tears, but I do seem to be welling up at all sorts of odd moments. Like at the baby catalogues (they are just so cute!) or the old couple holding hands in the street. Or, most weirdly, at a poster on the station. It has a cartoon picture of a small boy giving up his seat for an old man with a stick and the caption reads something like give Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1064473954072115852003-09-25T16:12:00.000+09:002003-09-25T16:13:43.510+09:00It seems this is going to be a shopping blog not a baby blog. Still, they say to write about what you know! Today I trawled round a few western shops to try to find trousers with either a drawstring waist or something elasticated. I'm not ready for full-blown maternity wear with a gaping front, but as I can only now wear either my jeans or my tracksuit bottoms or a few skirts (but it's not tightsLisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1064308251001766872003-09-23T18:10:00.000+09:002003-09-23T18:19:50.516+09:0016 weeks today
But no real news. I have observed how remarkable it is that an innocent bowl of noodles can go from being delicious and nutritious one mouthful to worms! the next. Obviously once you are eating worms there is no alternative but to heave subtly and silently and leave asap.
I hope my sister doesn't mind me blogging some of her pregnancy stories, but she made me laugh this week. She Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1064207062277420132003-09-22T14:04:00.000+09:002003-09-22T14:04:57.500+09:00I'm so veiny nobody's going to write a song about me
There are pregnancy symptoms everybody knows about - morning sickness, fainting, weird cravings - and those that nobody mentions. My veins are so prominent you could navigate the motorways of Britain using my body (I can't guarantee you won't get lost though). I don't know if it's new veins or the old ones having to work harder but it is a Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1063940248080979822003-09-19T11:57:00.000+09:002003-09-19T12:16:33.740+09:00I asked my friend and great oracle Mia-the-midwife about the whole waking up slim/being a bloater by teatime thing, and this is what she said:Basically it's sluggish circulation caused by the slow increase in the amount of blood you have and the extra distance it's being pumped round the body, exacerbated by gravity. Totally normal. But a pain!So now I know, and so do you.
The good news is I'm Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1063695183279724412003-09-16T15:53:00.000+09:002003-09-16T16:42:19.276+09:0015 weeks today
According to ivillage, the baby now measures 10 cm crown-rump or 12.5 cm head-toe. That means it has a 10 cm body and 2.5 cm legs. Seems it's taking after its mum already...or there's a typo.Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1063684866635115822003-09-16T13:01:00.000+09:002003-09-16T13:09:54.913+09:00Well, it's goodbye waistline; hello Lisa-the-Weeble! I have either swallowed a whole grapefruit without noticing or I have a bump (I have to be lying on my back poking my tummy to feel it but it's definitely there). My tracky bottoms are my new best friend - I absolutely refuse to buy anything new until the weather cools down, I don't want summer and winter stuff - and I put on a frock last Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1063323909173581202003-09-12T08:45:00.000+09:002003-09-12T09:01:32.660+09:00when is a belly not a belly?
So. I'm back on the message boards and websites again, can't keep away even though I just end shouting at the stupid people! (Um. In case any of them should end up over here: not all of them. Most of them are perfectly lovely!) and the latest thing, in both cases, seems to be posting belly shots. 'Look at my pregnant tum'. Fair enough, for those who do have a bump, Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1063173962373912392003-09-10T15:06:00.000+09:002003-09-10T15:08:30.986+09:00And the baby is...
A monkey! On the Japanese horoscope anyway. This apparently means it will be energetic and clever as well as the centre of attention at parties. Cameron is a monkey too...at least in China; he's a Japanese rooster ("no hidden depths"). We're both January birthday so get to pick and choose as the Chinese new year starts after our birthdays and the Japanese calendar is more Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1063079138006629912003-09-09T12:45:00.000+09:002003-09-09T12:45:37.916+09:00Comments available as requested. (But, Claire, please don't feel you have to leave one just because you can!)Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1063077842701195282003-09-09T12:24:00.000+09:002003-09-09T12:31:39.633+09:00Well this is new. So far, so little sickness but just this week foods of a certain texture (weetabix, bananas, yogurt) have made me gag. Which is a delight, especially as bananas, yogurt and weetabix are my staple diet in the mornings. Weetabix has always has a tendancy to do that, if there is enough milk to make it soggy but not enough to make it float (so it makes a paste, bleurgh), but bananasLisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1062655612572883942003-09-04T15:06:00.000+09:002003-09-04T15:06:52.683+09:00Went to the doctor yesterday: weight, blood pressure, how are you, right that's 60 quid please! Thank goodness we have insurance and i must get that claim form off asap - people say having babies is an expensive business but I don't think this is what they mean?
He also did a pregnancy test...a bit late, perhaps? Only he can't yet feel my womb (he always says 'womb', which seems terribly Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1062472026011928672003-09-02T12:07:00.000+09:002003-09-02T12:07:06.073+09:00OK we're back and seem to have survived. A few fainty spells in the heat (trouble with being interesting places, we sometimes forget to eat!), the odd bit of puking in plane toilets (very nice) but generally just fine. Everybody at home seems happy with the news; today I have mailed the people we didn't see and tomorrow I'll put it on my blog then hopefully everybody will know and we can forget Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1059713204962919312003-08-01T13:46:00.000+09:002003-09-04T15:08:06.506+09:00Fainting in the railway station. How soap opera.
Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1059649930012753802003-07-31T20:12:00.000+09:002003-07-31T20:12:10.070+09:00I had never noticed before how much women of my age talk about babies! When to have them, whether to have them, how all our friends are having them...every day! It's the first thing they ask when you meet somebody new - better than the 'what do you do?' that I used to get so cross about, I suppose - 'have you got children?'. And my reply is still 'no, just cats' but I feel like a fraud. But I Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1059556440296864872003-07-30T18:14:00.000+09:002003-07-30T18:14:00.360+09:00Yesterday was funny. I was shopping with a friend, trawling the departos for work clothes for her. On three separate occasions she dismissed something as looking like maternity wear! One more time and I'd have burst and told her.Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1059376896662487622003-07-28T16:21:00.000+09:002003-07-28T16:21:36.670+09:00Oh dear, I am going to be such a rubbish mum. This baby isn't even an inch long and it's already been up a mountain, down a rollercoaster, had a skinful on more than one occasion, been to a rock festival (2 nights on a bus) and today I went and carried troughs of flowers for a friend! I keep doing stuff then thinking 'I wonder if I should be doing this?'! Still, the doctor said life as normal, soLisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1059032447433586952003-07-24T16:40:00.000+09:002003-07-24T16:40:47.306+09:00Falling asleep in the afternoons (even when Yolly is here hoovering upstairs!), ravenous at all times...I am finally starting to feel like this might be real.Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1058868618524060082003-07-22T19:10:00.000+09:002003-07-22T19:10:18.570+09:00Up and down and up and down...doctor was fine, everything's fine, we had a nice chat and I feel fine. tra la.Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1058836194434423372003-07-22T10:09:00.000+09:002003-07-22T10:09:54.463+09:00Blood. Just a little but scarey as I have (mild) cramps too. I am going to see the doctor at lunchtime but I got the distinct impression he thinks I am a neurotic woman. He's probably right (I mailed him in a panic last week. I can't remember what sparked it but I was convinced on friday that the baby was dead. Cameron convinced me it was my hormones playing up and I felt much calmer and happy Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1058681150403642552003-07-20T15:05:00.000+09:002003-07-20T15:05:50.393+09:00The trouble with having a reputation as one who likes a drink, when you say 'just a coke for me' or 'I think I'll have iced tea', people notice and either look at you knowingly or start fussing around because something must be wrong!Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1058158514230946142003-07-14T13:55:00.000+09:002003-07-14T13:57:10.150+09:00Well I feel more worried now than I did before going to the doctor! Yesterday I was apprehensive about the doctor's visit, unsure what he might say (expecting him to laugh and say that of course I'm not pregnant, don't be silly). Instead, he was almost completely uninterested, and made me feel I was being stupid for coming to see him so soon. He believed my pregnancy test results and told me to Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1058102564934140032003-07-13T22:22:00.000+09:002003-07-13T22:22:45.006+09:00Did I say like waiting for christmas? Forget that, more like an exam or something scarey. I have this idea that the doctor tomorrow will laugh at me and say I'm being ridiculous, of course I'm not pregnant. I don't even know if going to the doctor is what one is supposed to do (it's what they do on the telly, I think) and have a feeling it could prove disgustingly, frighteningly expensive here. Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570013.post-1057964766776828582003-07-12T08:06:00.000+09:002003-07-12T08:13:55.300+09:00OK. Where to start. Well, I did a pregnancy test the day before yesteday - actually I did three, from two different manufacturers, because I am a scientist! Three positive results on I decided it might be true. Arg. It does, however, make some sense of the past week's weirdness, all of which I had put down to strange after-effects of climbing Fuji last weekend. Queasiness, shakiness, a stuffed-upLisanoreply@blogger.com