tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48865593598798872192024-03-13T11:07:57.920-07:00non fat caramel lesbian does baby makingnon-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-84266456616632885182014-10-26T13:23:00.001-07:002014-10-26T13:23:31.963-07:00I didn't.<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font>There is a lot of that to report.</font></span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font><br>In 6 more sleeps, Lochlan will be one year old. There is so much I didn’t do but rather than obsess about what I *didn’t* do..…I am happy to report he is alive and kicking, and well - I kept a baby alive for 9 months and on top of that - another 12 - go me!!!</font></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font><br>Motherhood has been interesting. Yeah, it changes you. For the better? Fer sureeee. I have learnt tolerance and patience on a level I didn’t even know existed (in regards to him) Everyone else? Not so much. Nothing really matters now. Of course I care about the bigger picture: family, friends, relationships, the threat of Ebola….the list goes on. But mostly.…I don’t sweat the small stuff. I still care what people think (it would be a lie to say otherwise) but it certainly isn’t on the same level as before. My circle is safe and small and I am happy with that.</font></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font><br>What didn’t I do? I didn’t have any professional photos taken. I didn’t continue with this blog, documenting every little detail. I didn’t join every baby group going. I didn’t lose the baby weight. I didn’t send out thank you cards and I didn’t start a memory box. I just raised a baby. I stumbled along, getting through each and every single day. I bought a book on baby led weaning, my sister in law sent me a book on sleep training - both are untouched. I didn’t anticipate being so un-orderly. I was the archetypal fmt whilst pregnant. I googled, I researched, I had SPREADSHEETS. <br><br></font></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font>THEY WERE POINTLESS.</font></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font><br>I woke up the Wife in the middle if the night during the third trimester fretting we didn’t own enough hats, vests, cardigans, frozen meals…..<br><br></font></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font>I do realise it’s a rite of passage, as a ftm, to go through all of this…I look back at my pregnant self and have a little snigger. It is NOT as scary as people make out. You will cope with the sleepless nights. You will forgive yourself for not breastfeeding past a certain point. And those days of instragramming your hospital bag are long gone. You are now shuffling around in the dark trying to find a crinkled <u>dry</u> babygro, anything, anything that resembles some kind of ensemble that will keep him dry, warm, quiet.</font></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font><br>So: there are no professional photos, no plans to send out holiday cards with him on the front. I have no time for that, and no remorse about it either. I am a SAHM who is constantly learning, growing. I am lucky to have friends who are a few months ahead of me and their advice has been invaluable. I continue to make mistakes. Like my relationship, my journey of motherhood will continue to be a work in progress. He is happy. I am happy. Exhausted, carrying a few extra lbs but this is the best thing I have ever done. </font></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font><br></font></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKmGyiedBv6b_QhcFB9YRe6rVUEwHoUfJNnDf68dMfP1AHf6DkdQzhKruxLIVv44tP3Lya9MblyDSbDo59ITARwTd1-wbc2gaomInFL0QZkiIzkJiHZN6f-MhYwR6MAtn2YkjWWFKd5Q/s640/blogger-image-339013885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKmGyiedBv6b_QhcFB9YRe6rVUEwHoUfJNnDf68dMfP1AHf6DkdQzhKruxLIVv44tP3Lya9MblyDSbDo59ITARwTd1-wbc2gaomInFL0QZkiIzkJiHZN6f-MhYwR6MAtn2YkjWWFKd5Q/s640/blogger-image-339013885.jpg"></a></div><br></font></span></div>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-5471706853723241352014-07-06T23:58:00.001-07:002014-07-07T00:00:33.755-07:00An update of sorts<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Lochlan Michael turned 8 months last week and here I am posting the typical cliche phrase - where has the time gone? I can barely remember the tiny newborn attempting to latch on, the noises, the smell. It's fading quickly but rather than feel sad I am enjoying all the new changes and growth. There is *always* something new to get excited about. </span></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Lochlan: doesn't sleep through and recently has been waking every 45 mins to an hour. We are exhausted. He won't take a dummy (which secretly I am quite pleased about)</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">He has no teeth. Not one. Boooo.</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">He loves to roll back and forth and can exit a room crawling on his back. On his front? Er, no. He can sit unaided but would prefer to spend his day lounging around on the floor. We breastfed but he is now on formula. We are still co sleeping. We babywear (well, mostly the Wife does) and we cloth diaper.</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">He is my world and I didn't realise it would be so amazing. Apart from the no sleep thing (let's not focus on that) - everything else is perfect. Being the lazy blogger I am here are some photos:</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_T3MJtrLFTgpDPo_WbU9xm4MlyXVL3LzIiP56LzVBPQxkJ2kH05UGp8eSlXFtRSu5Yj14x0l59K2YGuWta-IqFxVkh3_pSH2QSgn53mNh6ptPPVhdiF8yqpdf-lSyfkJyD8EXMAq71s/s640/blogger-image-39582629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_T3MJtrLFTgpDPo_WbU9xm4MlyXVL3LzIiP56LzVBPQxkJ2kH05UGp8eSlXFtRSu5Yj14x0l59K2YGuWta-IqFxVkh3_pSH2QSgn53mNh6ptPPVhdiF8yqpdf-lSyfkJyD8EXMAq71s/s640/blogger-image-39582629.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJ4JOxlWEpoqjXDmCWLHs1T24h02CZvZc9CAmf-daSeTwuJcfSf74KFaHZhxrgnv7-FgZCBR-BkEuGTzDg5p3rku5WPx73VuBYrUXhW5J2FEFY8oplABYpG79d2lm5tVFxhbSMbxYct8/s640/blogger-image--2068156479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJ4JOxlWEpoqjXDmCWLHs1T24h02CZvZc9CAmf-daSeTwuJcfSf74KFaHZhxrgnv7-FgZCBR-BkEuGTzDg5p3rku5WPx73VuBYrUXhW5J2FEFY8oplABYpG79d2lm5tVFxhbSMbxYct8/s640/blogger-image--2068156479.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-uzfUAziOwrRVq9p5jAC3KFVaNQe74FawPXpp0oNrmBAWnrIe2ZSWw8x4W-Y6V_cs3rZ9phAor_9s7pu5rhZh5X9RWkeDLlyBqj1wRCculnsA4g-xCstYV0-IaXDUBmIeoRpk8J9Kek/s640/blogger-image-1239130684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-uzfUAziOwrRVq9p5jAC3KFVaNQe74FawPXpp0oNrmBAWnrIe2ZSWw8x4W-Y6V_cs3rZ9phAor_9s7pu5rhZh5X9RWkeDLlyBqj1wRCculnsA4g-xCstYV0-IaXDUBmIeoRpk8J9Kek/s640/blogger-image-1239130684.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsJoIycqmpRNA9zpLcC6_7Uw8P_C5NZowIQrkzxx1xHTd3YnoCCE6aBUihVt8JL8w6zfLDeOMKV9QEl1RAIZeG7cKGix8FEgVbuoZ_TdTnFBLwgTsJ1kQU-1tjRjXju8X8iIRb4s0jlo/s640/blogger-image-2060925213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsJoIycqmpRNA9zpLcC6_7Uw8P_C5NZowIQrkzxx1xHTd3YnoCCE6aBUihVt8JL8w6zfLDeOMKV9QEl1RAIZeG7cKGix8FEgVbuoZ_TdTnFBLwgTsJ1kQU-1tjRjXju8X8iIRb4s0jlo/s640/blogger-image-2060925213.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRa0PrgGZO2bPGPn5KzsIww3ewddpDRs775u2jhmXfSSEwOOUfVBCGE9HTcYqHzx-WiSRtXTAvUCWfRxlNSJPAeCCt2m4GianEdI-vRIXej_cdw-zRBz56gggCkqhfmV0ayanVELyAv_c/s640/blogger-image-1537776358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRa0PrgGZO2bPGPn5KzsIww3ewddpDRs775u2jhmXfSSEwOOUfVBCGE9HTcYqHzx-WiSRtXTAvUCWfRxlNSJPAeCCt2m4GianEdI-vRIXej_cdw-zRBz56gggCkqhfmV0ayanVELyAv_c/s640/blogger-image-1537776358.jpg"></a></div><br></div>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-90289968867124566512013-11-22T02:02:00.001-08:002014-07-07T00:47:43.872-07:00Induction @ 39w..<div>Induction @ 39 + 1</div><div><br></div><div>So, on Tuesday 29th Oct we had the go ahead to go down to the hospital for 10:30 - rather keenly, we were buzzing the ward at 10:15. Got taken into a small room with just two beds and at that point, the other was empty. Sat around for a while and finally, around 12ish, a MW inserted the first pessary. And so we waited. The pessary was removed the next day, 24 hours later, and we were informed it hadn't made any difference. Blah. We were then told that at 6pm, the second one would be inserted. Meanwhile a rather hysterical woman was admitted, who huffed and puffed about having to share a room (er, this is the NHS you fool, not the Hilton) - eventually she was carted off to the labour ward. Hoo-fucking-ray and good riddance.</div><div><br></div><div>Spent a ridiculous amount of time on the monitor and made the unfortunate mistake of saying I hadn't been to the loo so they then insisted I put an enema in place and then they weren't happy to put the next pessary in till a few hours later. It got to the point where I had been on the monitor for hours and hours and I began to get VERY worked up. I was dreading the next pessary going in (completely overestimated my pain threshold!) so by the time it got to 9pm, I started to get really rather anxious. The MW on that particular shift wasn't very confident and double checked everything with a consultant and a senior MW - hence the delay. By the time they came to boot The Wife out around 10pm, I had an utter melt down and insisted she stayed. They fought me on this, stating the visiting rules to which I calmly informed them if they had actually inserted the pessary at the 6 hour mark, we would have been within visiting hours. Another MW came to argue this (she actually said 'don't cross the MW) to which I said fine, send The Wife home but we'll insert the next pessary tomorrow when she returns - after all - you've made me wait all day - what's another night? (This doesn't go down well)</div><div><br></div><div>In the end I got my way (kapow!) and high on gas and air, it went in around midnight. Back on the monitor for another two hours and then a dreadful nights sleep. </div><div><br></div><div>When The Wife arrived the next morning I was extremely tearful, (probably due to exhaustion as I hadn't slept at all for a 2nd night and I had more monitoring early on) Wasn't allowed to leave the ward as apparently the consultant would be around to check me (they like to administer the next pessary, rather than a MW)</div><div><br></div><div>Around 10:30, I was informed the consultant was now available which surprised me as I had prepared myself for another days wait. Got puffing on the gas and air and was rather shocked in my drug induced state to hear him say he could break my waters. Looked away when he brought out the 'hook' - felt instantly calmer after he left, purely because we were finally moving forward. Lay on the bed for an hour or so, as my waters came. </div><div><br></div><div>They then informed us we were being moved to the labour unit around lunchtime, which surprised us, as we have anticipated more waiting around.</div><div><br></div><div>Anaesthetist came down to do the epidural - after half an hour of jabbing at me, decided she needed fresh eyes and called down another one. ...</div><div><br></div><div>Who didn't want to do it, as I wasn't in active labour at that point. Argued with her for a bit and pointed out the consultant had written an early epidural into my notes. Could feel my anxiety levels rising but the MW then dragged her outside to see the consultant... who told her to just do it, which she did. Had various checks through the night (The Wife stayed around the clock) and didn't dilate very well at all. Was told that my final check would be at 11am on Friday am and if no more than 6cm, it would be a section. I was kinda hopeful at this point because I was asking for an epidural top up every 45 mins towards the end. Because I'd had the mobile epidural, I was able to get up, go to the loo (but that was it, due to the constant monitoring) </div><div>Early Friday am I decided I needed the loo so hopped out of bed and er, dropped dramatically to the floor in a heap - my right leg has completely given way. Apparently it was a rather graceful fall, as falls go! MW called the buzzer and a few MW's and The Wife managed to get me back on the bed, from which I didn't move from till Saturday morning after the section.</div><div><br></div><div>Consultant came in, checked me and delivered the news we were expecting. Got taken into theatre - shook the whole time (think the quickness of if all sent me into a little bit of shock) - at 12:34 he was lifted out to the sound of The Wife saying 'Holy shit, it's a baby' (!!) - he was shown to me and then taken away to be cleaned and then brought back to me to be held, whilst they stitched me up. Felt very overwhelmed at this point - none of it seemed real. I was obviously elated that he seemed perfect and healthy but I didn't feel emotional, nor did I cry. When they finally took me into recovery, he was having skin to skin with The Wife. Then they put him on my chest and various people kept coming in and trying to show me how to bf but it was the last thing I wanted to do. I felt completely overwhelmed by the last 4 days, tired and panicked. I felt panicked I didn't feel the instant love/bond everyone talks about. I kept that to myself and quietly lay in the bed doing exactly as I was told (apart from sneaking sips of Sprite which was a total no no, apparently)</div><div><br></div><div>It was around 8pm, after all my visitors had gone when I managed to lift him (in agony) out of the cot and on to my chest....where I felt a BOOM and that boom was my heart exploding. I feel teary typing that... now I can't even believe after recovery I was panicked about bonding....</div><div><br></div><div>We had a few dreadful nights on the ward - I hadn't anticipated how hard it would be to pick him up out of the crib in the hospital when no one else was around. I was up on the Saturday morning the second they took the catheter out and threw myself into the shower but felt very, very fragile. We battled back and forth with trying to get him to latch but to no avail. Eventually, we had to give him a formula top up due to his glucose levels dropping, which broke my heart. The Wife arrived on the Sunday morning with high hopes of taking us both home. She found me sitting, sobbing, on a blood soaked bed (no one came to change the sheets) - it was also covered in L's sick. I was a mess because the MW had said they wouldn't discharge us until I could prove I had bf twice, unaided. I felt like such a failure and I was pretty broken, after 2 days of induction, 18 hours of labouring and an emcs. I just wanted out. I ended up saying I would formula feed, just to leave. I sat sobbing and looking quite vacant whilst The Wife gave him aptamil. That part is fairly hazy to me now and actually, even the first day or so - the memories are blurry - I think it is very much related to the pain relief and lack of sleep. We finally left in the pm and I began to feel so much better, the minute I was home and in my own surroundings. I swore I'd never be induced again straight after the c section but now life seems to have calmed down, I'd quite happily do it all again...</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Mummy and Lochlan </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Zwvuf4qp6OPhWi4V7d1fh9pJKZiHS4q8Mx2S9d5_LzfzNpwyIWIHBZB-GSM8i6D7cfBwXFI0FW2lJ-HE__YKgJ6xqmtyFw_OGOTuwVru1LdYKhqQaUjKl408nuBKCqcfiD4rnoaWRH4/s640/blogger-image-1358727161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Zwvuf4qp6OPhWi4V7d1fh9pJKZiHS4q8Mx2S9d5_LzfzNpwyIWIHBZB-GSM8i6D7cfBwXFI0FW2lJ-HE__YKgJ6xqmtyFw_OGOTuwVru1LdYKhqQaUjKl408nuBKCqcfiD4rnoaWRH4/s640/blogger-image-1358727161.jpg"></a></div>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-60665890429461480742013-11-08T11:14:00.001-08:002013-11-08T11:14:43.982-08:00Lochlan Michael is here!Lochlan Michael was born last Friday, 1st November, via emergency section, weighing 7lb 4oz.<div><br></div><div>Birth story to follow...</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKCdexJlFx6NH5_cBzmKShnW8p7WvKqCdKZODJ0N7UtsCb7ACUhhEU87GPnsOBWYifUOphYR1bMoSVIqRrryKv9YuKRpCGgDzcXDsLOvy_5Ekz5wf97ld242tjj07gbN3cILLqHTpKrfo/s640/blogger-image--1955398201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKCdexJlFx6NH5_cBzmKShnW8p7WvKqCdKZODJ0N7UtsCb7ACUhhEU87GPnsOBWYifUOphYR1bMoSVIqRrryKv9YuKRpCGgDzcXDsLOvy_5Ekz5wf97ld242tjj07gbN3cILLqHTpKrfo/s640/blogger-image--1955398201.jpg"></a></div><br></div>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-74251805864341274802013-10-14T09:51:00.001-07:002014-07-07T01:02:23.589-07:00Full term!<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">And about bloody time! </span></div><div><br></div><div>I have been feeling complainy and sorry for myself since 30w and it is progressively getting worse. I realllllly feel for the many people who listen to my complaints and moments of woes (you know who you are!)</div><div><br></div><div>I SWORE I wouldn't become *that* person but alas, I have succumbed to the third trimester pity party. I'm in pain with SPD to the point I don't go out unless necessary. Necessary basically means the labour ward recently with reduced movements. That's it. Not even the grocery store! Sob.</div><div><br></div><div>I am TIRED. Sleep is pointless. I'm up 5 times a night whether it be a loo trip or a dramatic bout of acid reflux (fun!)</div><div><br></div><div>My hips hurt, my pelvis hurts, so trying to get comfy in bed is near impossible. The actual thought of having to go another 5 weeks to 42 sends shivers down my spine. I shan't. They cannot make me. </div><div><br></div><div>So: operation get baby out has begun in earnest. All the usual tricks - I won't go into too much graphic detail. And so now we wait. </div><div><br></div><div>Photos: </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8iXlS2J50d5PlpDAHrcMg25UgqsIon5sUscHsuau2ojO-MQLqQsW2NHRO6PuIhNsBVsiUoAGiwM_UZ3UFUGTAl8_9gqsaVf5MmNmCNqwbrocIjoZUZfBVByk_AFc-zvmPrZ5eJOS-NM/s640/blogger-image--556962094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8iXlS2J50d5PlpDAHrcMg25UgqsIon5sUscHsuau2ojO-MQLqQsW2NHRO6PuIhNsBVsiUoAGiwM_UZ3UFUGTAl8_9gqsaVf5MmNmCNqwbrocIjoZUZfBVByk_AFc-zvmPrZ5eJOS-NM/s640/blogger-image--556962094.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">37w exactly!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbE2cF0-64zLBCAcUhrjpYbpL2Ay9h4AwKJwjJ5zvRgDXQM9H93b_cHof2K3y_coTebC6cvMYqQEBIqmnf2VYAEbtYvIiZcbSjyWFKMEebO1BQRqokzQOt-E4ecVVpnWMZmYBEWFiisYk/s640/blogger-image--1618304767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbE2cF0-64zLBCAcUhrjpYbpL2Ay9h4AwKJwjJ5zvRgDXQM9H93b_cHof2K3y_coTebC6cvMYqQEBIqmnf2VYAEbtYvIiZcbSjyWFKMEebO1BQRqokzQOt-E4ecVVpnWMZmYBEWFiisYk/s640/blogger-image--1618304767.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Bag - finally packed.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1xf7pW4NjGHCi091gNXyJLdPVcmXvNURwEnFa_VWNVNkfhWX8DN812RrWcyOEFfvECYqE9gUGsmQZOmovys85aiFWg56WsdhOOyM2tPrsxHQR5jUP9o6hEBI12W3C6zAPq9PgnTY0tM/s640/blogger-image--72551943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1xf7pW4NjGHCi091gNXyJLdPVcmXvNURwEnFa_VWNVNkfhWX8DN812RrWcyOEFfvECYqE9gUGsmQZOmovys85aiFWg56WsdhOOyM2tPrsxHQR5jUP9o6hEBI12W3C6zAPq9PgnTY0tM/s640/blogger-image--72551943.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>My staple breakfast these days - if it doesn't show up glucose in my urine - I probably don't want it. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nWhWypUoIJDN6jsFn4BVtu8mHAVtmfOSlLGWwRexYf-wvnlPwvUf246OQXt4PAL0WtsQJZ2B-h9GFsNvQLw6d18_VD_kx17hPs1P2f-wW8fZnkDtObS0qvoV0BSB-EqujoFhSBHUmWM/s640/blogger-image-14252906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nWhWypUoIJDN6jsFn4BVtu8mHAVtmfOSlLGWwRexYf-wvnlPwvUf246OQXt4PAL0WtsQJZ2B-h9GFsNvQLw6d18_VD_kx17hPs1P2f-wW8fZnkDtObS0qvoV0BSB-EqujoFhSBHUmWM/s640/blogger-image-14252906.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She knows.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-5344128159544032352013-09-18T04:00:00.001-07:002013-09-18T04:00:13.130-07:0033w<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; 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-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>How far along? </b></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">33 weeks</span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>How big is baby? </b>Honeydew melon </span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>Total weight gain/loss: </b>2lbs up</span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>Maternity Clothes: </b>Have been buying dresses in autumnal colours </span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>Have you started to show yet? </b>Yep....pretty apparent I'm knocked up!</span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>Sleep: </b>Up at least 3 times a night - baby is now head down, hooray!</span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>Best moment this week: </b>Watching him move across my tummy.....still amazes me</span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>Miss Anything? </b>Nope</span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>Movement: </b>He is extremely active @ the moment, considering at this stage they are supposedly running out of room...</span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>Food Cravings: </b></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Scones with clotted cream and jam, mhhhh</span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>Anything make you queasy or sick? </b>The bloody iron tablets I'm taking for anaemia!</span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>Gender prediction: </b>NA</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>Symptoms: </b></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Have been diagnosed with SPD. Joy.</span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><b>Major purchases this week? </b> Nothing!</span></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); "><br></span></div></div></div></div>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-1612890454226318682013-09-06T04:44:00.001-07:002013-09-06T04:44:04.085-07:0032 weeks<div>(well, I will be on Monday)</div><div><br><div>So, where to start? </div><div><br></div><div>Firstly, we moved house. Today we have been in the new apartment for exactly one week and it is slowlyyyyy starting to feel like home. We still need to buy new furniture - for example the living room has a nice new couch in (which Daisy-the-cat is enjoying scratching the shit out of), a TV and er, that's it. Baby's room is devoid of furniture and The Wife has appointed it her dressing room for the time being. The move was not without stress - and I do NOT recommend moving when in the third trimester. I am extremely tired at the moment and have just start started taking iron supplements as my levels have dropped, which I hear is pretty normal at this stage. It's been frustrating because usually when we move house I pretty much run the show and have everything organised in the first few days - that has literally been impossible. </div></div><div><br></div><div>Yesterday we has a bit of a scare: no movements all day. Tried not to get to hysterical about it, but if I am honest I started thinking the worst. He is usually extremely active - the day before I was watching him move across my tummy and could almost grab an arm or a leg. To have nothing yesterday put into a complete tailspin - The Wife wanted to head straight to triage. I tried to remain calm and suggested we wait till I had eaten dinner but still nothing after that. In desperation I ate a LOT of chocolate and low and behold, he started kicking off. Thankfully this morning he is just as active. Whilst we don't feel quite ready for him, we both wanted him out and with us last night.</div><div><br></div><div>Size wise, something doesn't seem right: I'm still the same weight now at 32 weeks as I was the day we found out we were pregnant. But measured 34cm at 30w so knows what is going on?! I've been tested for gestational diabetes which thankfully, came back clear. Maybe water? Maybe a big baby? Maybe I'm just short!</div><div><br></div><div>In more cheery news, I have gone on a bit of a spree and ordered the nursery furniture and wintery maternity clothes. Don't think I'm going to be able to run around in little dresses and flip flops for much longer!</div><div><br></div><div>My thoughts these days are very much focused on the birth plan and having the perfect birth (ha) - if anyone feels like sharing theirs, pls do!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio7u3AqSsrhdQXtOF3QE0GGE44iLdMH5Dc-3ubBxtZyIoaC5CKCjMZ4ihJSZUb-pZKmzBHT01eDM5d-_tsrbbF_85qcPbC_L9H_2wJ2uI-uR6kSH4jUO3lQ4li8oqYM-bnF-3eXHNDJHM/s640/blogger-image--406555443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio7u3AqSsrhdQXtOF3QE0GGE44iLdMH5Dc-3ubBxtZyIoaC5CKCjMZ4ihJSZUb-pZKmzBHT01eDM5d-_tsrbbF_85qcPbC_L9H_2wJ2uI-uR6kSH4jUO3lQ4li8oqYM-bnF-3eXHNDJHM/s640/blogger-image--406555443.jpg"></a></div>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-31710530003678350062013-08-12T03:41:00.001-07:002013-08-12T03:41:42.077-07:00I am SO lazy..<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">...and tired. We've had builders working on the apartment above for 5 weeks. 5. I am on my last nerve and so, so tired. I don't sleep well at all these days and can't even squeeze in a cat nap in the day. Hey ho - 3 more weeks and we'll living in our new 2 bed apartment - hoo-fucking-ray.</div></div><div><br></div><div>I could write more... about the complexities of choosing nursery furniture or the fact I was in the ER room last Wed but I'm simply far too lazy. Suffice to say, everything is ok and I'm suffering with muscular problems/possible SPD.</div><div><br></div><div>I'll leave you with some recent photos and promise to make more of an effort next time...</div><div><br></div><div>28w pics:</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eT5m7pXqpVIxItPChVu7tVnjKJmO5ZmBGm9Ti40loh_rgvQ5Wumq4_Hr7ygPoizXrcaGmim9VyAG0nEiaIIIDA83SS194RiSDUBHBLBcGusfSze3EdfNVVli67mNMUsHErvCyznKsOg/s640/blogger-image--1044052238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eT5m7pXqpVIxItPChVu7tVnjKJmO5ZmBGm9Ti40loh_rgvQ5Wumq4_Hr7ygPoizXrcaGmim9VyAG0nEiaIIIDA83SS194RiSDUBHBLBcGusfSze3EdfNVVli67mNMUsHErvCyznKsOg/s640/blogger-image--1044052238.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeryDF7GiIKTzdkQds7qKeeuikJAp2FkjINKbeLA80p5pH2BANaKajZL0iBl1eO22OJZuLkzeuXNbQfrqq1DzTzOwaqxGV5O6h0FER9i2iLh6NxzaSHSW_cUID5mUsh8UL2GfIjhrstw/s640/blogger-image-1048548708.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeryDF7GiIKTzdkQds7qKeeuikJAp2FkjINKbeLA80p5pH2BANaKajZL0iBl1eO22OJZuLkzeuXNbQfrqq1DzTzOwaqxGV5O6h0FER9i2iLh6NxzaSHSW_cUID5mUsh8UL2GfIjhrstw/s640/blogger-image-1048548708.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8U5Suc472tSNKRe-Hq-RNqOiRP3-vuILrKOZiiZK48lJ4INr0bQFgD1GoLTI10_1G9M-uR5h7R9jYi-noewhyphenhyphenNrCRofRL6t1aXn4w2plZGEWNOJiOzfuZoecCEPatoxBcW62SQicWCI/s640/blogger-image--526633377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8U5Suc472tSNKRe-Hq-RNqOiRP3-vuILrKOZiiZK48lJ4INr0bQFgD1GoLTI10_1G9M-uR5h7R9jYi-noewhyphenhyphenNrCRofRL6t1aXn4w2plZGEWNOJiOzfuZoecCEPatoxBcW62SQicWCI/s640/blogger-image--526633377.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKN45ZsiKlH8DCBdpD_6phLWKocCbkG0A94QtSELuAhiL-qPN_RRSsz0TPUNxtWLt-eOMuG_te9tAkj4-my_RYr6esB7hKMofQpyjL-xnizhNR-Q1sX2NgYFiJPzdO5-nLEEwUh-W82o/s640/blogger-image-1482148018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKN45ZsiKlH8DCBdpD_6phLWKocCbkG0A94QtSELuAhiL-qPN_RRSsz0TPUNxtWLt-eOMuG_te9tAkj4-my_RYr6esB7hKMofQpyjL-xnizhNR-Q1sX2NgYFiJPzdO5-nLEEwUh-W82o/s640/blogger-image-1482148018.jpg"></a></div><br></div>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-15893298009289203362013-07-17T04:41:00.001-07:002013-07-17T04:42:37.871-07:00Tardiness, heat and brioche rollsSo, yeah, I know - I've been pretty lapse with the 'ole blog recently. I re-read a few posts recently from last year - so much more enthusiastic back in the day. Decided today would be the perfect opportunity to update - apparently the temperature may hit 34 in London so I am sensibly hiding inside and attempting to keep cool. I don't even think being pregnant is really that relevant - everyone I know is struggling at the moment and according to reports there appears to be no break for this English heat wave. *fans self*<br />
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On Monday we reached the fantastic milestone that is 24 weeks. We were quietly jubilant, and yet: we still worry. I think as the weeks go on we allow ourselves to become more attached and therefore the idea of a loss is simply incomprehensible. Of course the likelihood of that happening is extremely slim but still - we worry.<br />
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Regardless of our various concerns we DO need to get organized and therefore the spending and nesting has begun in earnest. (Pretty difficult considering we are in the middle of a house move which may fall through so we are currently in limbo land) We have purchased the pram, which I guess is one of the bigger purchases out of the way - we went for the Bugaboo Camelon 3, in black. Had absolutely no intention of buying such an expensive pram but after trying out various models we were won over (well, The Wife was) Turns on a penny and so easy to fold up - do NOT want to be wrestling with a pram come November. We also purchased the car seat (maxi cosi cabriofix) and the mattress for the cot, which potentially could be going back. I've been picking up sleep suits weekly on my travels/online in various sizes - collection building up quite nicely. We also have a stack of gifts already which we are extremely grateful for.<br />
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Due to the lack of space in our current property, we had decided to just purchase a cot but 'if' the house move goes through and we have a second bedroom then we are buying a nursery set from Mama's and Papa's. Hopefully we should know by Friday, so fingers crossed pls!<br />
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There are so many other things to get but I need to take a deep breathe and realize Rome wasn't built a day. Baby NFC will not remember if we don't have 3 wraps available for him the day he arrives. I can feel myself getting caught up in the FTM hysteria and commercialization of it all and I *really* didn't want that to happen....but is it even possible to fight it?<br />
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On a physical level I'm doing ok (major lower back pain at the weekend) although no weight gain at all, in fact loss. Very odd considering the size of my bump at 24 weeks and the fact people keep referring to the size of the bump. My next MW appointment isn't till 28 weeks so hopefully the MW will be able to measure my tummy and give us an indication of what we are looking at.<br />
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How far along? 24+2<br />
How big is baby? Corn on the cob!<br />
Total weight gain/loss: loss - 7lbs<br />
Maternity Clothes: dresses, flip flops.<br />
Have you started to show yet? Yeahhhh no hiding this puppy!<br />
Sleep: Struggling but mostly due to teeny tiny bladder and the heat<br />
Best moment this week: Hitting 24 weeks! <br />
Miss Anything? Not so much now.<br />
Movement: Baby kicks all the time – very exciting to see tummy move<br />
Food cravings: Sugar. Muffins, brioche rolls, and bacon sandwiches<br />
Anything make you queasy or sick? Feel very sick each morning again but it goes once I have eaten <br />
Gender prediction: Having a BOY!<br />
Symptoms: Very sore lower back<br />
Major purchases this week? Fuzzi Bunz cloth nappies<br />
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I am happy to report that baby boy is a kicker - esp in the evenings and early morning. We celebrated our 5 year wedding anniversary on Saturday and he kindly performed on cue for The Wife - she was ecstatic! So not just inside kicks, outside ones too - and the thrill of it never gets old. Now he is kicking and moving around lots I barely use the Doppler. Occasionally, if I need a little reassurance but generally I'm starting to feel less anxious - yay for less anxiety!<br>
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So I'm basically just chugging along, ticking off the weeks now. Playing Housewife has well and truly lost the novelty factor. All my friends work and The Wife works incredibly long hours at the moment (whole other story) and I can't really start to nest as we are looking to move to a bigger property end of July. Once we are moved in I can start looking at nursery stuff and furnishings but so far: we still haven't bought one thing - no wraps, bibs, prams, cots - nuffink.<br>
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Friday is the 20w scan (well, we will be 20+4) - I always seem to be last on the list with the NHS scans but one shouldn't complain - they are free after all! Hoping baby has grown sufficiently - a side effect of obstetric cholestasis in pregnancy (oh, did I forget to mention that?) is the baby stops growing and potentially he could come quite early. There goes my home birth plan!<br>
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Here's a link for anyone interested: http://www.nhs.uk/conditions/pregnancy-and-baby/pages/itching-obstetric-cholestasis-pregnant.aspx#close<br>
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Basically 1 in 100 women suffer with this, and lucky meeeee - I'm that 1. I have weekly blood tests and see the MW to check the heartbeat - in all fairness they are all over it, which I am extremely grateful for. But I've lost weight and am now maintaining and as a FTM I'm not quite sure what is normal or not, re: weight gain. MW said I have a nice little bump but to me, it seems small/hasn't gotten much bigger recently. Anyway, hopefully I will have good news after the scan Friday.<br>
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Anyone else experiencing Braxton Hicks? I'm getting them day and night, which initially concerned me but apparently it's normal. Another little thing to mention on Friday - lets hope I remember!<br>
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How far along? 20+1<br>
How big is baby? Cantaloup <br>
Total weight gain/loss: loss - 7lbs<br>
Maternity Clothes: leggings, empire line sun dresses<br>
Have you started to show yet? Definitely <br>
Sleep: Getting better but still asleep by 9 most nights<br>
Best moment this week: The Wife feeling kicks! <br>
Miss Anything? Just my old life, to an extent. Seeing friends more often, being more active. Life is quite quiet and sedate these days<br>
Movement: Baby moves all the time<br>
Food cravings: Finally have moved on from the seabass obsession. Now craving Nutella on toast, chocolate....still loving fresh fruit and salad.<br>
Anything make you queasy or sick? Only feel sick now if I don't eat regularly <br>
Gender prediction: Having a BOY!<br>
Symptoms: Just the chocolate cravings and tiredness <br>
Major purchases this week? Still nothing...<br>
Looking forward to: 20 week scan on Friday non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-86028535071142922542013-05-28T01:36:00.001-07:002014-07-07T00:50:01.391-07:00It's a BOY!Today we are 17+1 - wow.<br>
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I am extremely grateful but still riddled with worries. I don't think the pain of a mc will ever leave me. I've spoken to a few pregnant ladies who have also experienced mc and they all feel somewhat similar - the mc has stolen a little bit of joy from this pregnancy. If we can just get to 24 weeks I'll calm down. Promise. Erm, I do believe I said that about 12 weeks.... *blink*<br>
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So: we just arrived back from a weeks vacation which was much needed and appreciated. Private villa with pool and lashings of sunshine. The only major downside to the vacation is that since my return I've done nothing but scratch - today is day 5 and I'm starting to lose patience. I can confirm, however, that sickness has well and truly left the building - hoo-RAY! <br>
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... And last week, around 16+3 my bump appeared - yippee! It's all starting to feel very real, esp since we had a gender scan last Thursday and it was very evident we are having a boy - little flasher! On top of that, in the past two days I have felt movements which surprised me - I figured it would be a few more weeks till I felt something. <br>
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How far along? 17+1<br>
How big is baby? An apple!<br>
Total weight gain/loss: loss - 5lbs!<br>
Maternity Clothes: leggings, empire line sun dresses<br>
Have you started to show yet? YIP!<br>
Sleep: Better but still up and down to the bathroom <br>
Best moment this week: Joint tie between finding out we are having a son/feeling him move!<br>
Miss Anything? Pâté!<br>
Movement: ripples all of last week on vacation - now actual movement eeek!<br>
Food Cravings: Pineapple, salad, sea bass <br>
Anything make you queasy or sick? Not anymore but the smell of chicken cooking really made me feel unwell at the beginning <br>
Gender prediction: Having a BOY!<br>
Symptoms: Snappy (sorry Wife!)<br>
Major purchases this week? Nothing - we haven't bought a thing!<br>
Looking forward to: 20 week scan<br>
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Had a scan last week @ exactly 8w. Heart was in my mouth but straight away she informed us that the baby was fine and HB was nice and strong. She also pointed out that the baby is nice and high and nowhere near my cervix. Good.<br />
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This pregnancy *definitely* feels different. Sick, sick sick and sadly the only way to combat the sickness is food. Have gained about 14lbs since the start of the last cycle in July and the mc. Not majorly happily about it but I guess it is what it is. Mentioned dieting to the midwife yesterday who poo-poo'd the idea straight away. She did suggest exercise - I recoiled in horror. Maybe just time to step away from the cookies...<br />
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My blood pressure is high again - aaaah. Thought we had that under control, esp since I stopped drinking caffeine. <br />
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There isn't much else to say re baby stuff - really feel like we are in that inbetween stage where not much is happening. Lots of nice things coming up which I am looking forward to: hen parties, weddings, civil partnerships, birthday events and we have also just booked a weeks vacation in May in Fuerteventura, an island in the Canary Islands, just off the coast of Africa. We have booked a private villa with a pool and I foresee much walking on the beach, sleeping, lazing in the pool and plenty of BBQ's with lots of lovely locally caught fish.<br />
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NFC xoxo<br />
non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-48202414569917044262013-03-15T05:08:00.001-07:002013-03-15T05:08:46.995-07:006+4 - we have a heartbeat!Happy doesn't cover it! <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzPRQkAnDe6xNsNrgypSLKnMx8xGhOJS9UlqyXOnInNJzPVjezDP5rbRwBI8vSJ4H70o_4NMbDIH3r1Y0R2YSE7ly5Xgdov_ou4QQ3L5X8c3lLK1M9tyf1BlrV0TIzJWv-A3RxAz8XYU4/s640/blogger-image-300728602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzPRQkAnDe6xNsNrgypSLKnMx8xGhOJS9UlqyXOnInNJzPVjezDP5rbRwBI8vSJ4H70o_4NMbDIH3r1Y0R2YSE7ly5Xgdov_ou4QQ3L5X8c3lLK1M9tyf1BlrV0TIzJWv-A3RxAz8XYU4/s640/blogger-image-300728602.jpg" /></a></div>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-66213045410755404372013-03-07T05:43:00.001-08:002013-03-07T05:43:24.359-08:005+3Phew.<br />
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<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizeKqpw1MOkOt05scrsTliH2wfA4tLreXcFKdnWld50UkwKnX1xHXrDqkANkRgCmK4CeBYJ2S8jwltv39SRtWBv9P-W_WueSVR30aQSN6iJLoHVXUais8g5OimZEDQhdtswrb9l3ErwXA/s640/blogger-image-401977740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizeKqpw1MOkOt05scrsTliH2wfA4tLreXcFKdnWld50UkwKnX1xHXrDqkANkRgCmK4CeBYJ2S8jwltv39SRtWBv9P-W_WueSVR30aQSN6iJLoHVXUais8g5OimZEDQhdtswrb9l3ErwXA/s640/blogger-image-401977740.jpg" /></a></div>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-13214325224150292032013-03-04T11:42:00.001-08:002014-07-07T01:06:14.348-07:0021dpo...beta is 739. So it *has* been doubling. Back for another test (or blood draw as the Americans say!) on Wed. Hopefully after Wed we should be able to see something on a scan - according to the EPU it needs to be over 1000. <br>
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Symptoms update:<br>
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Itchy skin (just like last pregnancy)<br>
Lower back pain<br>
Nauseous, esp in the evening<br>
On/off AF cramps<br>
Peeing ALOT<br>
Vivid dreams<br>
Sharp tongue *gulp*<br><br>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-58390187331891390342013-02-28T07:11:00.001-08:002014-07-07T01:07:18.588-07:00Woe is me.I realise that has been the underlying tone of my past few updates, so apologies. Also THANK YOU to all who took the time to 'virtually' calm me down re: the betas - your comments and support is much appreciated.<br>
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Spoke to the consultant last night who seemed pretty bloody nonchalant about the whole not doubling thing. Doubling time is currently 65 something or other which is within the 48-72 hour bracket. Rather than do more bloods they have decided to scan me Monday (5 weeks exactly) which will at the very least give us something to work with. He is hopeful about seeing the gestational sac etc so I guess all we can do now is sit tight, eat chocolate and wait for Monday. And possible do more Clear Blue tests. *blink*<br>
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Re: symptoms - sick, sick. I feel constantly queasy. Each day goes as follows:<br>
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- Wake up, have a decaf coffee, feel sick, force small bowl of fruit and fibre down my neck. Sip water/cups of decaf tea throughout the day... realise it's lunch time and force down a slice of toast with marmite. (Marmite contains folic acid - who knew?!)<br>
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- Dinner time rolls around and I start to feel stressed. All the usual things I like to eat make me gag. Meat, salad, vegetables. It is VERY peculiar. Two nights ago I made sausage and mash with veg. Stared at the sausages and broccoli for what seemed the longest time feeling very overwhelmed. Let's hope this passes soon!<br>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-64342020018071476302013-02-27T05:20:00.001-08:002013-02-27T05:20:27.607-08:00Not doubling.Beta is 143. Consultant calling later to discuss more bloods and early scans. I feel sick. And fucked off. And mostly sad.non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-34417347131589285632013-02-25T06:57:00.001-08:002013-02-25T06:57:39.485-08:00BetaBeta last cycle @ 9dp5dt - 32. The writing was on the cards, really.<br />
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Today @ 9dp5dt (so 14dpo) it is 86. I'm not devastated by that number but I'm not jumping for joy either.<br />
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Anyone have any low beta number success stories for me? *slump*non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-9832793797594789342013-02-23T06:10:00.001-08:002013-02-23T06:10:54.355-08:007dp5dt<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXB9Pgu39LDGcpWpwv4-nMfo-oztSTbcHcqm51nYQDHaW2Im-0coTmUrndAZQcXYBPl1XPYxIJPMfIBOJ27aoGn_R8c2dVjiKcyqU9PmyC0PdkyQTiv9N_8HUi058MHznl990QOW_qWU/s640/blogger-image--1206508098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXB9Pgu39LDGcpWpwv4-nMfo-oztSTbcHcqm51nYQDHaW2Im-0coTmUrndAZQcXYBPl1XPYxIJPMfIBOJ27aoGn_R8c2dVjiKcyqU9PmyC0PdkyQTiv9N_8HUi058MHznl990QOW_qWU/s640/blogger-image--1206508098.jpg" /></a></div>non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-91329295249538358202013-02-22T00:31:00.001-08:002013-02-22T00:31:37.896-08:00BFP!Hoo-fuckin-ray.<br />
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Nice solid second line @ 6dp5dt. Hoping this is a good sign and that the beta numbers will be high. So for now we anxiously await the next few milestones: OTD, beta results, and if we are lucky enough to get this far: first scan around 7w.non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-88867463566989073942013-02-21T08:06:00.001-08:002013-02-21T08:06:57.031-08:00Symptom spotting!The fact I have a record of symptoms from my last cycle has made this 2ww unbearably difficult. If I didn't feel the same symptom on the same day - well, that's it. Game over.<br />
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I cannot WAIT for Monday to tidy this up once and for all. Least once we know....we can make plans. If it doesn't work I think we are intending on a two week break in the USA...away from London, the cold, everyday pressures. <br />
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But enough of the forward planning: symptoms for cycle #2:<br />
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5dp5dt (today) - no appetite, little nauseous, thirsty, peeing a million times a day, tons of twinges (but shouldn't implantation be done by now?) lower back pain, very emotional - lots of tears!<br />
4dp5dt - upset tummy (urgh), mild itchiness, twinges, lower back pain, tears, not myself at all<br />
3dp5dt - eventually in the pm... twinges, thirst<br />
1-2dp5dt - nuffink<br />
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Last cycle we had a faint line @ 6dp5dt. So tomorrow morning I shall be armed with my trusty First Response tests.... fingers crossed!<br />
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NFC xoxo non-fat-caramel-does-lesbian-baby-makinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366938033120939086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886559359879887219.post-39034438379245449462013-02-19T00:16:00.001-08:002013-02-19T00:16:22.478-08:003dp5dtYeah I know. I'm a rubbish blogger. In a nutshell we had two blasts put back on Saturday so am currently 3dp5dt.<br />
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And not a symptom in sight.<br />
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I know I shouldn't be comparing this round to the last cycle but it is practically impossible. So last cycle I had hot flushes and dizziness @ 2dp5t - yesterday - zilch.<br />
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Last cycle @ 3dp5dt I had tons of twinges. TONS. Today: nothing. Granted, it IS only 8am but I am really struggling to shake off the doom and gloom.<br />
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