Week 21, Day 5 (Hormoans ... sp intentional)

Tee hee.. take no notice of the post title. I'm at the mercy of the hormones, sure, but I'm not losing any sleep over it :-)

Sorry about the delay in updates this week - I've spent the week either working flat out or being a slave to the baby. It's weird though! I am not normally what you would describe as 'laid back' but these days I'm so laid back I'm almost comatose. Any other time I'd be in high funk about that wench costing us $2000 (which meant any chance we had of starting the outside office and thus making room for baby inside the house is very much now on the back burner), but I really can't be bothered. Wayne of course is enraged (talk about swapping roles, LOL!). The police have yet to get in touch... why am I not surprised? The debt collectors all said that pursuing her was pointless, as multitudes of others have taken out the full nine yards of debt recovery to get precisely nowhere. Some even took her to Court and got Court Orders instructing her to pay... which resulted in more expense for the good guys and zero action from the assholes.

Makes you sick, doesn't it. Creeps learn how to work the system, and there is nothing to protect or assist the rest of us. But while the facts are annoying, like I said I'm not stressing. She'll get hers.. and I don't need to upset myself with how because the universe has a nice habit of dishing out Karma in large doses when you least expect it ;-)

We had our 4th month midwife visit last Friday, and Wayne got a chance to see the delivery suite at Lincoln. He liked it, but didn't exactly turn handstands (in other words, typical laid back male!) He's still jibbing about getting in the bath with me for the delivery, bless him ;-) It's okay for HIM - he gets to keep his knickers on!! And he can have a nice hot shower afterwards, so what's the big deal, huh??? He did make the point that he doubted the bath was big enough for the three of us, and given the rate my belly is expanding he might just be right. (Three being Wayne, Karl & Tadpole, NOT the Midwife, LOL!)

Anyway, the check-up was 98% good news. I finally got to see the scan that Chch Womens' have been so damn secretive about. Idiots ;-) The measurements and reports were 100% great, nothing bad there at all. I was starting to wonder why the big mystery then I read the bottom line where the techician had quite a nasty dig at me for being fat (but shrouded in medical terms and big words just in case dumb old me did get to read it).

Whaddya mean I'm fat? Get out of here. That's news to me! (Yeahhhhh riiiiiighhhhht.. but you'd think so, given the lengths they went to to keep the secret from me, LOL).

As I said to our midwife "Yep, I'm fat. But she was unnecessarily rough and got her facts wrong. I'd rather be fat than insensitive."

As for the fat thing, the very first thing my midwife said to me as I walked in the door was "You look WELL!! Really well!" This was borne out by the weight measurement, which is 1.1 kilos lighter than last month, yet my belly is huge. I've been losing weight everywhere except in the nursery, which of course has rapidly expanded. I'm still in pre-preggie clothes and at this rate will probably be able to avoid frowsy maternity stuff until about 7 months into the pregnancy, if then.

So since this pregnancy started, I've only gained 3.3 kilos which everyone is very pleased about (speshly me!). It's not unusual for women to have gained 10-12 kilos by this point, and the baby isn't exactly being starved here. Far from it - the scans and examinations show a strong healthy baby who is thriving and is likely to be 'a big un'.

The only 'uh oh' moment was the pee stick test, which apparently showed a small trace of blood. We're keeping an eye on that, but I refuse to stress.

So all in all, we're doing fine, Taddy and me. Still bizarrely ticklish on the belly, much to the amusement of our midwife. The moment she places her hands on my stomach to have a good prod, she says my stomach muscles go rock hard (whaaaaat stomach muscles????) and she can't feel very much at all. Having me convulse on the bed giggling doesn't help much either.

We're going to have to work on that. How DO you desensitise yourself? And please tell me why, dammit, everyone starts an exam by prodding my navel? There are two absolute 'no go' areas on my body, and one of them is my belly button (no prizes for guess what the other is ... yeah my left nostril, you must be psychic!)

These hormones are a trip. If you could bottle them you'd have Stepford Wives all over the place. Now isn't that a scary thought..

When I'm not cleaning (gasp... yes ME! Will wonders never cease??), I'm knitting or making lists of things to do, like stock freezer with about a month's worth of meals for post-baby coping, clean oven, strip out laundry, etc. Wayne's going to have to do the oven though - those chemicals are nasty, so Joey (inside pet parrot) and I will retreat to a sunny day outside to avoid the fumes. If it's very dangerous for a parrot, I imagine it won't be helluva good for Tadpole either.

Pregnancy has its benefits, I tell ya! Got a task that's heavy, icky or tiring? Plead pregnancy and get someone else to do it.
Cat thrown up in the hallway?
Someone needs to climb into the bath with the scrubbing brush?
Bottom shelf of the fridge needs a clean?
The skirting boards could do with a good wipe?

Answer: Yell for husband, and retire with some smelling salts for a lie down because it's all too exhausting just thinking about it. Remember to show worthy praise and admiration of the completed job, and resist pointing out the way YOU would have done it..
Repeat unto self: "If I wanted it done my way, I shouldn't have asked someone else to do it."

Seriously though (and bearing in mind yet again that my long suffering hubby does read this blog!), things get very difficult when you can't bend in the middle. Yikes.. and we're just over half way. Doesn't bode well for coping in another few months, does it!!!

One bummer about this stage of pregnancy though, are the preggy dreams. I've had my share of truly horrific nightmares in my life, but never until last night did I have a dream that I woke from sobbing my heart out. Stupid damn dream.. What's really bizarre is that it wasn't a 'bad' dream really, just an annoying one. It's not as 'EEEK' as the one last week where I dreamt (again!) that they told me that there was another baby hiding behind Tadpole, thus twins were imminent. Nor as bad as any of the other really gruesome dreams I've had from time to time involving all manner of worst case scenarios.

So why the waterworks, huh? How stupid is that? But YOU try telling your sniveling self to get a grip at 5am when the body decides it's time for a big blub. I guess all those bliss moments throughout the week need some balancing out at different times, and when I weigh it up, it's not such a bad trade off.

Just so long as it doesn't become a habit. I don't "do" the weepies! So not my scene ;-)