Here we are at 40 weeks and hopefully this is the last ever bump photo. I’ve hit the magical ‘due date’ mark and yes, there are still a few hours left for me to birth this child before the clock strikes midnight and we both turn into pumpkins, but we all know that just aint going to happen. Not in this fairy tale.
It’s worth reminding myself at this juncture that I’m not alone in watching the 4o week mark sail past me (for the second time). I turn to google, and yes only 4% of babies are born on their due date. Continue reading
I thought it was time to add a bit of an update on how J is going with his speech therapy. I’ve just realised this blog of mine has been dominated by bump shots for the last few posts (better late than never, hey?), but really life has been busier than my navel gazing posts suggest.
Jarvis has now been back to the speech therapist twice since his initial consultation. We’re going every three to four weeks at this stage, which means that the bulk of the work is done here at home with the tools we’re given in our sessions.
Our speechie has armed us with a number of print outs with game ideas, exercises and information to draw out J’s words, which have been helpful as well as completely daunting. Continue reading
Today marks week 39 of this pregnancy and it’s the point where I’m hoping for a bit of action to start taking place.
You see, with Jarvis my pregnancy stretched to 41 weeks and 3 days. I was well aware that a normal full-term pregnancy stretches from 37 to 42 weeks, but once that magic ‘due date’ passes it’s hard not to feel under pressure.
Pressure from well-meaning friends and relatives and most of all pressure from yourself. Luckily the birth centre where I had Jarvis and where I am going to birth this little man didn’t exert any pressure as they believe in things happening naturally, but the pressure starts to build of its own accord as you approach 42 weeks and know that you can no longer birth in the birth centre and will be facing an induction in the normal birth suites. Continue reading
It’s almost 10am on Monday morning and I’m enjoying my first week of maternity leave. Yee-ha!
It feels weird to be sitting at my laptop at home, without the boy here, morning television droning in the background and a lovely autumn-tinged breeze coming in the back door. Nice-weird though.
I was planning on dashing down to Ikea to grab nick-nack items for the boys rooms – some fabric, another set of curtains, some frames – but I am knackered and I really don’t feel like the 45 minute drive and the wandering around. Perhaps after a nana nap? We’ll see. I’ve decided this time is for taking it easy. I am heeding the advice of that voice in my head that is telling me to ‘just slow down’. Continue reading
Things have hit a frenetic pace here in the last week or so. I am now nearing the 37 1/2 weeks pregnant mark (I guess half weeks are relevant at this point) and I’m on a nesting frenzy. I never experienced this with pregnancy number one, so it’s kind of caught me off guard.
Those who know me well know that my household cleaning standards are pretty relaxed. I’m not a pig, but I don’t sweat a bench that’s not spotless, a couple of things that need to be washed up, or a few items of clothes on the bedroom floor. But now? Watch out, rogue crumb on the bench! Is that a speck of dust on the floor? Quick somebody hold me back! I suddenly have the urge to dust all the picture rails and frame tops.
And everything must be done now. At a blistering fast pace (well as blistering fast as a 37 1/2 week pregnant lady can manage). So this is how clean freaks feel everyday of the week? It’s a mix of virtuous self-congratulations and a eagle-eyed state of readiness. Continue reading