MaKes Me CrinKle My Nose....
Hmmm somehow it got to five months without me updating this. At first it was deliberate, as I didn't want to say anything too early, and I wouldn't have been able to help it! So I just ignored it, and I guess it got to be habit.
So. As a lot of people who read this journal already know, I'm pregnant. 19 weeks and 1 day now, lol. So quite a little way along. I have my 2nd ultrasound on Tuesday, during which we will hopefully learn the sex. I am curious. I want to know what is growing inside me. Whether or not it's a little daughter or a little son. It's exciting. I suppose I really have no preference. Not sure if it's the done thing to even have a preference, but if it's a girl, it will be somewhat easier to name, as we have many girls names that we like and almost NO boys names! I can't really find a single boys name that I like well enough to give to my baby, if it's a boy. And if I do, by some chance, strike a name I do like, and want to muse over, Rob decides immediately he doesn't like it. And vice versa!
Anyway it's quite exciting! I am growing outward quite noticeably now. Things are getting a bit tight clothing-wise. I have a couple of pairs of jeans that I bought a few years ago that were marked size 10, but used to fall off me, so I can only assume the sizing was incorrect. I was closer to a size 8 before falling pregnant, and the incorrect-size 10s now fit quite well. Lose enough for the belly to breathe and tight enough not to fall down. All of my regular jeans no longer fit, so I am living in my "fat jeans". Lol. I have a couple of good stretchy tops that still fit nicely, but I will soon be needing a trip to the maternity shops to get some new things. All of my cute little jumpers and knitted tops don't fit anymore. So with winter coming on, I'll be needing a few warm things.
I've been lucky enough to have a good pregnancy. No morning sickness. In the first week I began to suspect I was pregnant (around 5 or 6 weeks, in the 1st week of January) I had a bit of nausea which was kept nicely at bay if I kept eating. So eat I did. I nibbled on grapes, and crackers, and muesli bars, and apples and whatever else was handy. Eventually the need to graze 24-7 passed and I settled into eating probably 4-5 meals a day. I've had a fantastic appetite for the whole time I've been pregnant. I haven't really gone off many foods, although I did develop a strong aversion to cooking meat for about a month. The smell made me feel terrible, although I was never physically sick. Not once, which I count myself extremely lucky for. My mother and both grandmothers had quite pronounced morning sickness and I have such an abhorrence of vomiting that I was sure I would be similarly afflicted. But thankfully, no! Although in the last couple of weeks I've occasionally gagged once or twice in the mornings when I first get up. I solved that problem by having Rob bring me apple juice and toast to eat in bed :) It worked nicely!
I've been feeling great! I do get tired, but I've been maintaining normal sleeping hours of about 8-9hrs sleep a night. I've occasionally snoozed in the afternoon, when I've been really exhausted, but I'm not really a "napping" sort of person. Never have been. I hate sleeping during the day and tend to wake up feeling groggy and like crap. I've put on about 4.5kg so far, I'm about 56kg. My mother, who is shorter than I and was thinner, put on 8kg with me. I would like to limit my pregnancy weight to around 12kg if possible. I won't take steps to make it happen, like dieting (I don't diet normally, why would I do it when pregnant? lol) but that is my ideal weight gain.
In the last 2 weeks we have gotten the buying of the stuff underway. We bought a pram, a car-seat, a cot and a baby-carrier/pouch thing that you strap on to your chest. I quite like them, especially for walking, or if I ever need to get a bus or a train. I would not like to lug a heavy pram (and ours IS heavy, about 9kg) and where I live, no one helps you these days. Trying to juggle a bub, fold up a pram and get both onto a bus, pay a driver, stow the pram, find a seat, ALL before he decides to start driving again, sounds far too exhausting and tedious. Instead I will pop bub in the pouch, sling a bag over my shoulder and I'll be fine. Plus it's like close, cuddling time with bub! All of which is good. We still have stuff like a change table, small bassinette for bub to sleep in when first home from the hospital, nappy stackers, nursery accessories (waiting until after we find out the sex) and stuff like that to buy, but we are making good progress. I am due somewhere between the 24th-30th of August. There is a slight confusion about that atm, which I hope we can clear up Tuesday. The first ultrasound I had @ 12 weeks at the hospital, placed me at 12 weeks, along with the doctors and my assessments, based on my lmp. The one I had the following day, as part of the Maternal Serum Screen Test for down syndrome, during which she spent about 25mins ultra-sounding bub, as opposed to the 2.5mins at the hospital, placed me at 13 weeks and 3 days. Either that or the bub grew half a centimetre in 24 hours. Which would be unlikely.
My parents are so amazingly overjoyed about it. Which is fantastic. My dad is an ultra-conservative, 1920's throwback who had this undying "no children before marriage" viewpoint. He's conservative and prudish about mostly everything! I was sure I was an ultimate disappointment to him, running off interstate to live in sin with a man considerably older than I am. And now pregnant to boot, with no sign of a wedding. But the surprise was on me. He is so unbelievably happy about the baby it's almost sickening! He is so excited about it. He and my mother are buying up big, always on the phone about singlets they picked up today, or little baby suits they bought, or a really nice soft fluffy rug they put on lay-by, or whatever. They are first-time grandparents, so it's very exciting for them. Mum is a very skilled knitter, she makes beautiful jumpers and the like and she is knitting little bootees and knitted hats, and little jackets. All of which will come in handy down here.
My mother's mother, my Nan (referred to by the family as "The Nan", the "Godmother", the "Boss") is also buying up a storm. At last count there were 8 bunny rugs in her possession. My father thinks that Nan is trying to out-buy them, and he is equally determined that she won't! I love my Nan to pieces, she has an incredibly good and generous heart and she's done a LOT for all of her grandkids- Me, my brother, my cousins. We are very close and I always appreciate her generosity but I also recognise her... faults, lol. She's very competitive. She likes to be the best. I can remember that her and my other grandmother, my dad's mum, were always in some kind of sneaky competition, as if they were silently trying to be the best grandmother. She will buy up a storm, simply because she believes that it's her duty to provide presents. She loves buying presents. And if I don't reign her in soon, it's quite possible there will be and explosion of baby items soon in my household! She is even trying to buy for me stuff that I would prefer to choose and purchase myself, such as cot quilt sets, etc. Unfortunately she gets quite offended sometimes, so I will have to be very gentle when I request that she calm down a bit. The baby will be around for a long time, it doesn't have to have everything bought for it in the 4 months before it is born.
Well now that I have broken the drought and gotten back into blogging, I should be able to keep it up. Even if it's just boring blogs full of all my pregnancy!!
xXx
So. As a lot of people who read this journal already know, I'm pregnant. 19 weeks and 1 day now, lol. So quite a little way along. I have my 2nd ultrasound on Tuesday, during which we will hopefully learn the sex. I am curious. I want to know what is growing inside me. Whether or not it's a little daughter or a little son. It's exciting. I suppose I really have no preference. Not sure if it's the done thing to even have a preference, but if it's a girl, it will be somewhat easier to name, as we have many girls names that we like and almost NO boys names! I can't really find a single boys name that I like well enough to give to my baby, if it's a boy. And if I do, by some chance, strike a name I do like, and want to muse over, Rob decides immediately he doesn't like it. And vice versa!
Anyway it's quite exciting! I am growing outward quite noticeably now. Things are getting a bit tight clothing-wise. I have a couple of pairs of jeans that I bought a few years ago that were marked size 10, but used to fall off me, so I can only assume the sizing was incorrect. I was closer to a size 8 before falling pregnant, and the incorrect-size 10s now fit quite well. Lose enough for the belly to breathe and tight enough not to fall down. All of my regular jeans no longer fit, so I am living in my "fat jeans". Lol. I have a couple of good stretchy tops that still fit nicely, but I will soon be needing a trip to the maternity shops to get some new things. All of my cute little jumpers and knitted tops don't fit anymore. So with winter coming on, I'll be needing a few warm things.
I've been lucky enough to have a good pregnancy. No morning sickness. In the first week I began to suspect I was pregnant (around 5 or 6 weeks, in the 1st week of January) I had a bit of nausea which was kept nicely at bay if I kept eating. So eat I did. I nibbled on grapes, and crackers, and muesli bars, and apples and whatever else was handy. Eventually the need to graze 24-7 passed and I settled into eating probably 4-5 meals a day. I've had a fantastic appetite for the whole time I've been pregnant. I haven't really gone off many foods, although I did develop a strong aversion to cooking meat for about a month. The smell made me feel terrible, although I was never physically sick. Not once, which I count myself extremely lucky for. My mother and both grandmothers had quite pronounced morning sickness and I have such an abhorrence of vomiting that I was sure I would be similarly afflicted. But thankfully, no! Although in the last couple of weeks I've occasionally gagged once or twice in the mornings when I first get up. I solved that problem by having Rob bring me apple juice and toast to eat in bed :) It worked nicely!
I've been feeling great! I do get tired, but I've been maintaining normal sleeping hours of about 8-9hrs sleep a night. I've occasionally snoozed in the afternoon, when I've been really exhausted, but I'm not really a "napping" sort of person. Never have been. I hate sleeping during the day and tend to wake up feeling groggy and like crap. I've put on about 4.5kg so far, I'm about 56kg. My mother, who is shorter than I and was thinner, put on 8kg with me. I would like to limit my pregnancy weight to around 12kg if possible. I won't take steps to make it happen, like dieting (I don't diet normally, why would I do it when pregnant? lol) but that is my ideal weight gain.
In the last 2 weeks we have gotten the buying of the stuff underway. We bought a pram, a car-seat, a cot and a baby-carrier/pouch thing that you strap on to your chest. I quite like them, especially for walking, or if I ever need to get a bus or a train. I would not like to lug a heavy pram (and ours IS heavy, about 9kg) and where I live, no one helps you these days. Trying to juggle a bub, fold up a pram and get both onto a bus, pay a driver, stow the pram, find a seat, ALL before he decides to start driving again, sounds far too exhausting and tedious. Instead I will pop bub in the pouch, sling a bag over my shoulder and I'll be fine. Plus it's like close, cuddling time with bub! All of which is good. We still have stuff like a change table, small bassinette for bub to sleep in when first home from the hospital, nappy stackers, nursery accessories (waiting until after we find out the sex) and stuff like that to buy, but we are making good progress. I am due somewhere between the 24th-30th of August. There is a slight confusion about that atm, which I hope we can clear up Tuesday. The first ultrasound I had @ 12 weeks at the hospital, placed me at 12 weeks, along with the doctors and my assessments, based on my lmp. The one I had the following day, as part of the Maternal Serum Screen Test for down syndrome, during which she spent about 25mins ultra-sounding bub, as opposed to the 2.5mins at the hospital, placed me at 13 weeks and 3 days. Either that or the bub grew half a centimetre in 24 hours. Which would be unlikely.
My parents are so amazingly overjoyed about it. Which is fantastic. My dad is an ultra-conservative, 1920's throwback who had this undying "no children before marriage" viewpoint. He's conservative and prudish about mostly everything! I was sure I was an ultimate disappointment to him, running off interstate to live in sin with a man considerably older than I am. And now pregnant to boot, with no sign of a wedding. But the surprise was on me. He is so unbelievably happy about the baby it's almost sickening! He is so excited about it. He and my mother are buying up big, always on the phone about singlets they picked up today, or little baby suits they bought, or a really nice soft fluffy rug they put on lay-by, or whatever. They are first-time grandparents, so it's very exciting for them. Mum is a very skilled knitter, she makes beautiful jumpers and the like and she is knitting little bootees and knitted hats, and little jackets. All of which will come in handy down here.
My mother's mother, my Nan (referred to by the family as "The Nan", the "Godmother", the "Boss") is also buying up a storm. At last count there were 8 bunny rugs in her possession. My father thinks that Nan is trying to out-buy them, and he is equally determined that she won't! I love my Nan to pieces, she has an incredibly good and generous heart and she's done a LOT for all of her grandkids- Me, my brother, my cousins. We are very close and I always appreciate her generosity but I also recognise her... faults, lol. She's very competitive. She likes to be the best. I can remember that her and my other grandmother, my dad's mum, were always in some kind of sneaky competition, as if they were silently trying to be the best grandmother. She will buy up a storm, simply because she believes that it's her duty to provide presents. She loves buying presents. And if I don't reign her in soon, it's quite possible there will be and explosion of baby items soon in my household! She is even trying to buy for me stuff that I would prefer to choose and purchase myself, such as cot quilt sets, etc. Unfortunately she gets quite offended sometimes, so I will have to be very gentle when I request that she calm down a bit. The baby will be around for a long time, it doesn't have to have everything bought for it in the 4 months before it is born.
Well now that I have broken the drought and gotten back into blogging, I should be able to keep it up. Even if it's just boring blogs full of all my pregnancy!!
xXx