I haven't written for a while, but as I said in my last post: My story is really over for now. Will we go for a second child? I'm not sure. We are thinking about it. We still have some frozen embryos left, so maybe...
Anyway, throughout my journey I have written down my feelings and my experiences. I did this for three reasons:
1) To share it with fellow sufferers of infertility and to give them hope
2) To digest and cope with my own feelings through writing them down
3) To be able to share our story with my daughter when she is older
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When I tried to read through my story in the blog a few months ago I found it difficult to read the whole story, though. It's easy when you follow it at the time or just want to look at certain stages of the process. But it's not practical when you want to read the full story.
I have therefore compiled my 'infertility to pregnancy' story and published it both in e-book and paperback format.
If you are interested in buying it and to be able to read the full story in an easy format, please use the following links:
Infertility to Pregnancy - Paperback
Infertility to Pregnancy e-Book
Otherwise you are more than welcome to read my story on the blog.
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Friday, 4 February 2011
Happy Ending
Well, I just realised that my story and therefore this blog have really come to an end.
On Tuesday, 25th January 2011 my waters broke. It was just a light trickle, but it kept happening during the day so by evening I was convinced it was my waters, not just a weak bladder which is quite normal towards the end of pregnancy. When my husband came home I called the hospital. They wanted to know the colour of the water (just before I called they had become slightly pink) and if it was liquid or like mucus. Earlier the day my mucus plug had come off so I knew the difference. Based on that they asked us to come in.
We put the labour and hospital bag in the car and went to hospital. We left everything in the car though. We had to wait for a while until someone was available and in the meantime my contractions started slightly - it was after 8 pm so there was reduced staff - and then they checked that my baby was okay. 20 minutes on a machine and we had the go ahead for the examination. The heartbeat was regular and I had recorded sufficient movement (by pressing a little button everytime I felt her. My contractions had been picked up by the machine as well.
The internal examination then showed that my waters had indeed broken. I was sent home to come back when my contractions where about 4 minutes apart and given an appointment for induction on Thursday 4pm if nothing happened until then. But as I already had quite regular contractions they expected me to come back during the night or next morning anyway.
We went home and my contractions became much stronger. They were now every 10 minutes apart during the whole night. At some point in the morning (Wednesday) they were 6-7 minutes apart. My husband worked from home because we expected things to kick off soon now. But my contractions stayed on 6 minutes rhythm. All day. All evening. In the night they became much more painful but didn't get any closer apart. We called the hospital and they advised to have a warm bath and take 2 paracetamols and hang in there. It helped a little and I managed a couple of hours of sleep. I had another bath in the morning and then we waited desperately for 3pm to arrive so we could set off to the hospital.
Once arrived we had to wait until the bed in the induction room was ready then we had to wait for the doctor. They put a belt on me to check babies heartbeat as well as my blood pressure but everything was fine. Then they brought dinner through. I didn't feel like eating having had contractions for over 48 hours but my husband convinced me to have some - he had looked after me all day as it was so important that I kept my strenghts up.
The doctor then said that the cervix was very thin and I was 2 cm dilated and he could feel babies head. Only part of my waters had broken so he broken the rest manually. It was a sharp but short pain and the waters soaked me completely through.
They said they'd expect the contractions to get quicker and stronger on their own now without an induction, so I went to clean myself up in the bathroom and was shown my labour room. Then we planned to go for a walk to the coffee shop. They told me to be back in an hour. But on the short walk to the room my contractions became really strong and were only 4 minutes apart. I sent my husband to get his coffee and stayed behind. A couple of hours later contractions were really strong and I was nearly 5 cm dilated. An hour later though no further change had happened. They decided to put me on a catheder and do an induction after all.
Because my waters had broken well before birth I was also given antibiotics to protect the baby and I was on machines to check baby's heartbeat. This meant I couldn't walk about freely which I really wanted. But at least my husband arranged for a labour ball which I found much easier than lying on the bed.
The induction worked and pain became very strong and frequent now. I was on gas and air and at some point opted for pethidine injections as well. They didn't take the pain away but worked within 10 minutes and took the early and late pain of each contraction away so I could focus on the worst pain in the middle which I managed with breathing, my hypnosis cues and gas and air as well as my husband massaging me.
Talking about my husband - he was ever so good. He hadn't wanted to be there, but he was so supportive and lovely. It meant so much to me to have him there by my side. He kept giving me sips of fruit juice as well.
Everybody said I did ever so well, would be amazingly calm. I really thing the hypnosis preparation had worked. They kept losing babies heartbeat though during heavy contractions and put some sensors on babies head to ensure it's just me moving and not the baby in trouble. Luckily it was just me moving. At some point early morning I really thought I'd had a bowel movement on the bed. I know this happens a lot and I was terrified of it happening to me. I was desperate to go to the loo but after they finally took me off the machines to enable me to go I couldn't. I lost the sensors though. By this point they agreed though that the baby was about to come and didn't put them back on. It was probably the baby when I thought I was about to disgrace myself...
Anyway, about 3pm the midwife told me to start pushing through contractions. She said it'd burn like hell, and she wasn't joking! Finally the head was through and she told me to puff with the next contractions.
3:26 AM on the 28th January my beautiful baby girl was born.
I held her immediately and it was the most amazing feeling ever (even though she shit all over me, I didn't care). Then baby was cleaned up and passed to Daddy as I had two little tears to be stitched up. That was agony as she had to start 5 times because of blood vessels bursting. Finally she got someone else in to do it.
Baby was weighed (3550g) and checked (AGPAR score of 9) and I gave her the first feed. Then I was helped to have a shower and afterwards brought up to the maternity ward. A single room was only available later in the day so we started off in an open room.
And that was that. I am Mummy to the most beautiful girl you can imagine. My story might end here but hers is just beginning. I am so proud of her for making this journey with me and even though early motherhood is hard and tiring, there is nothing that could ever make me stop loving this little precious bundle.
For anyone out there going through the same struggles as me - I can't promise a happy ending. But I hope my story gives you hope, something to cling to. If you suceed with your treatment, it will most certainly be worth every tear, every injection, every painful examination. Just keep your eyes on the goal - a beautiful baby of your own.
On Tuesday, 25th January 2011 my waters broke. It was just a light trickle, but it kept happening during the day so by evening I was convinced it was my waters, not just a weak bladder which is quite normal towards the end of pregnancy. When my husband came home I called the hospital. They wanted to know the colour of the water (just before I called they had become slightly pink) and if it was liquid or like mucus. Earlier the day my mucus plug had come off so I knew the difference. Based on that they asked us to come in.
We put the labour and hospital bag in the car and went to hospital. We left everything in the car though. We had to wait for a while until someone was available and in the meantime my contractions started slightly - it was after 8 pm so there was reduced staff - and then they checked that my baby was okay. 20 minutes on a machine and we had the go ahead for the examination. The heartbeat was regular and I had recorded sufficient movement (by pressing a little button everytime I felt her. My contractions had been picked up by the machine as well.
The internal examination then showed that my waters had indeed broken. I was sent home to come back when my contractions where about 4 minutes apart and given an appointment for induction on Thursday 4pm if nothing happened until then. But as I already had quite regular contractions they expected me to come back during the night or next morning anyway.
We went home and my contractions became much stronger. They were now every 10 minutes apart during the whole night. At some point in the morning (Wednesday) they were 6-7 minutes apart. My husband worked from home because we expected things to kick off soon now. But my contractions stayed on 6 minutes rhythm. All day. All evening. In the night they became much more painful but didn't get any closer apart. We called the hospital and they advised to have a warm bath and take 2 paracetamols and hang in there. It helped a little and I managed a couple of hours of sleep. I had another bath in the morning and then we waited desperately for 3pm to arrive so we could set off to the hospital.
Once arrived we had to wait until the bed in the induction room was ready then we had to wait for the doctor. They put a belt on me to check babies heartbeat as well as my blood pressure but everything was fine. Then they brought dinner through. I didn't feel like eating having had contractions for over 48 hours but my husband convinced me to have some - he had looked after me all day as it was so important that I kept my strenghts up.
The doctor then said that the cervix was very thin and I was 2 cm dilated and he could feel babies head. Only part of my waters had broken so he broken the rest manually. It was a sharp but short pain and the waters soaked me completely through.
They said they'd expect the contractions to get quicker and stronger on their own now without an induction, so I went to clean myself up in the bathroom and was shown my labour room. Then we planned to go for a walk to the coffee shop. They told me to be back in an hour. But on the short walk to the room my contractions became really strong and were only 4 minutes apart. I sent my husband to get his coffee and stayed behind. A couple of hours later contractions were really strong and I was nearly 5 cm dilated. An hour later though no further change had happened. They decided to put me on a catheder and do an induction after all.
Because my waters had broken well before birth I was also given antibiotics to protect the baby and I was on machines to check baby's heartbeat. This meant I couldn't walk about freely which I really wanted. But at least my husband arranged for a labour ball which I found much easier than lying on the bed.
The induction worked and pain became very strong and frequent now. I was on gas and air and at some point opted for pethidine injections as well. They didn't take the pain away but worked within 10 minutes and took the early and late pain of each contraction away so I could focus on the worst pain in the middle which I managed with breathing, my hypnosis cues and gas and air as well as my husband massaging me.
Talking about my husband - he was ever so good. He hadn't wanted to be there, but he was so supportive and lovely. It meant so much to me to have him there by my side. He kept giving me sips of fruit juice as well.
Everybody said I did ever so well, would be amazingly calm. I really thing the hypnosis preparation had worked. They kept losing babies heartbeat though during heavy contractions and put some sensors on babies head to ensure it's just me moving and not the baby in trouble. Luckily it was just me moving. At some point early morning I really thought I'd had a bowel movement on the bed. I know this happens a lot and I was terrified of it happening to me. I was desperate to go to the loo but after they finally took me off the machines to enable me to go I couldn't. I lost the sensors though. By this point they agreed though that the baby was about to come and didn't put them back on. It was probably the baby when I thought I was about to disgrace myself...
Anyway, about 3pm the midwife told me to start pushing through contractions. She said it'd burn like hell, and she wasn't joking! Finally the head was through and she told me to puff with the next contractions.
3:26 AM on the 28th January my beautiful baby girl was born.
I held her immediately and it was the most amazing feeling ever (even though she shit all over me, I didn't care). Then baby was cleaned up and passed to Daddy as I had two little tears to be stitched up. That was agony as she had to start 5 times because of blood vessels bursting. Finally she got someone else in to do it.
Baby was weighed (3550g) and checked (AGPAR score of 9) and I gave her the first feed. Then I was helped to have a shower and afterwards brought up to the maternity ward. A single room was only available later in the day so we started off in an open room.
And that was that. I am Mummy to the most beautiful girl you can imagine. My story might end here but hers is just beginning. I am so proud of her for making this journey with me and even though early motherhood is hard and tiring, there is nothing that could ever make me stop loving this little precious bundle.
For anyone out there going through the same struggles as me - I can't promise a happy ending. But I hope my story gives you hope, something to cling to. If you suceed with your treatment, it will most certainly be worth every tear, every injection, every painful examination. Just keep your eyes on the goal - a beautiful baby of your own.
Sunday, 16 January 2011
Count down
Well, I am now 39 weeks + 2 days pregnant. There are still days I can't actually believe that I am pregnant. That this is real. Until I try to turn on my stomach that is - I quickly realise that there is a baby because there is no way I can lie on my stomach nowadays!!!
I am not overly tired in the moment, but that's because I do very little. I get exhausted when just doing the weekly shop... Since yesterday I have a lot of bowel movements. Maybe that's a good sign and labour is imminent. My back still hurts but much less than before and it feels as if baby moved quite a bit down, which probably puts less pressure on my back. Baby still moves regularly, but has calmed down a lot. I guess she is just running out of space, poor thing. I keep telling her that she just needs to come out and then she'll have lots of space. Not sure she understands what I am trying to say, though. :-)
I can't wait for her arrival now. Or - better said - for her to be here. I am not all that keen on the 'giving birth' experience, even though I am not really overly worried neither. It's just something to get through. But I can't wait to hold my little darling in my arms. I just hope she's alright in there and well prepared for real life.
She could arrive any day now. Or in 2 weeks... I don't think they'd leave her in there for any longer. They usually give babies 1 week after the due date when you had infertility treatment before induction. My husband says not to worry - she'll come when she's ready. That might be right, but it doesn't stop me from being impatient.
I can't really do a proper count down before the due date is only an estimation and most people go over it!
I am not overly tired in the moment, but that's because I do very little. I get exhausted when just doing the weekly shop... Since yesterday I have a lot of bowel movements. Maybe that's a good sign and labour is imminent. My back still hurts but much less than before and it feels as if baby moved quite a bit down, which probably puts less pressure on my back. Baby still moves regularly, but has calmed down a lot. I guess she is just running out of space, poor thing. I keep telling her that she just needs to come out and then she'll have lots of space. Not sure she understands what I am trying to say, though. :-)
I can't wait for her arrival now. Or - better said - for her to be here. I am not all that keen on the 'giving birth' experience, even though I am not really overly worried neither. It's just something to get through. But I can't wait to hold my little darling in my arms. I just hope she's alright in there and well prepared for real life.
She could arrive any day now. Or in 2 weeks... I don't think they'd leave her in there for any longer. They usually give babies 1 week after the due date when you had infertility treatment before induction. My husband says not to worry - she'll come when she's ready. That might be right, but it doesn't stop me from being impatient.
I can't really do a proper count down before the due date is only an estimation and most people go over it!
Friday, 14 January 2011
Mid-wife or consultant-led labour
I just had a positive phone call!
Because of our infertility treatment I was classed as consultant-led pregnancy. I kind off understand it especially as ICSI has a higher risk of low-birth weight and early labour. However, my pregnancy so far went without any complications whatsoever. I am 39 weeks pregnant today, so early labour is out of the question. And low-birth weight? Well, unlikely. I am massive and the baby is marked on the 90% line of the average growth chart based on my belly measurements. I also had a growth scan and everything was just fine.
Anyway, I wasn't too bothered either way - in some respect it is positive because you get additional scans - until I did the labour ward tour recently. There are different labour and delivery rooms for consultant versus midwife led labour. As consultant led patient I could not use the birthing pool and the rooms are much smaller, so there is less space to walk around. At the hospital they recommended to speak to the midwife about if it is possible to be recommended to be mid-wife led for the rest of the pregnancy or at least labour.
I raised this last Wednesday at my midwife appointment and she agreed to discuss it with my consultant. And she just called me and advised that the consultant has no concerns whatsoever and they make a note in my hospital file that I can have midwife led care for the rest of pregnancy and labour.
I'm really pleased about that! It's always worth asking I guess.
Because of our infertility treatment I was classed as consultant-led pregnancy. I kind off understand it especially as ICSI has a higher risk of low-birth weight and early labour. However, my pregnancy so far went without any complications whatsoever. I am 39 weeks pregnant today, so early labour is out of the question. And low-birth weight? Well, unlikely. I am massive and the baby is marked on the 90% line of the average growth chart based on my belly measurements. I also had a growth scan and everything was just fine.
Anyway, I wasn't too bothered either way - in some respect it is positive because you get additional scans - until I did the labour ward tour recently. There are different labour and delivery rooms for consultant versus midwife led labour. As consultant led patient I could not use the birthing pool and the rooms are much smaller, so there is less space to walk around. At the hospital they recommended to speak to the midwife about if it is possible to be recommended to be mid-wife led for the rest of the pregnancy or at least labour.
I raised this last Wednesday at my midwife appointment and she agreed to discuss it with my consultant. And she just called me and advised that the consultant has no concerns whatsoever and they make a note in my hospital file that I can have midwife led care for the rest of pregnancy and labour.
I'm really pleased about that! It's always worth asking I guess.
Wednesday, 12 January 2011
Impatient
Most babies don't arrive by their due date. I think only about 40% do. That doesn't stop me from being frustratingly impatient.
Little one is due 21st January so it's another (including today) 10 days. I keep thinking she'll come earlier, but I don't know if I can trust my gut feeling. I mean, I thought more than once that I was pregnant before finding out that we were infertile. I was convinced it was a boy until they told me it's a girl. So I am not really sure if I can trust what I read into my body signals now!
It's just that baby has started to become quieter. She is still moving enough not to worry me and still has a mean left kick if she wants to. But she is running out of space and allegedly that's a sign that babies come soon when they get quiet.
The last few days I was incredibly emotional and irritable. My parents (mainly my mother) is such a worrier. No matter what I say she'll panick. E.g. I say that in England you share a room with 4-6 women after delivery. She worries that it will be noisy and we won't be able to rest. Then I say that my husband wants to pay for a single room so I have more privacy and can recover better and she worries that I collapse and faint and nobody will know. That's just one example. Another is that I am consultant led because of IVF / ICSI. I would prefer to be midwife led as it is more natural and probably calmer and after all, I didn't have any problems in pregnancy. She agreed that it is better to have less doctors and people coming around but when I said that I want to ask the midwife if I can be midwife led for labour my mother panicked that I don't get the best care. She said the other day that it is a shame she is so far away so she can't be with me during those last few days. I said that I think it's good she is so far away as she only would worry the life out of me with her worrying. Not very nice, I know. But true. I try to be so calm and relaxed about birth and so far succeed quite well. The hypnosis recording seems to be good for me as well. but everytime I talk to her I start worrying... She actually said that birth is harder and more worrying for grandparents than for the mother to be... Excuse me???
Anyway, I burst into tears day before yesterday as well. My husband came home from work and I told him something that happened on the day. Half way through my sentence he started reading an email and telling me that the colleague it was from was a right ****** all day and walked off to his car to get something out. I know he sometimes doesn't think. I know he doesn't mean to do this. I know he is still with his mind at work. But it might be feel so irrelevant and unloved and not important. And when he didn't realised why I cried it made it even worse. Thing is, he was always like that and if I was dealing with it for the past 7 years, why does it make me burst into tears now? Well, it's hormones I guess.
I am also sweating a lot at night. So much that I sometimes need to get up half through the night, get a shower and get changed. I know that's normal in late pregnancy but I never sweat. I've been to Dubai for a week without losing a drop of sweat...
Baby is also clearly pushing on my cervix. I feels like a sharp pain several times a day, as if someone is pushing a knife or a sharp needle in it. It only lasts a second or so, but I guess it means I am opening.
But all I can do now is being patient and wait. I have an appointment on the 27th for a membrane sweek in case she doesn't arrive before. But I really hope she won't make me wait that long. I don't really want a membrane sweep and certainly no induction. But I know that wouldn't be optional as a consultant led patient.
Everything is ready for little one. Clothes washed, ironed and put away. Bed prepared. Changing table in position and well equipped. All that's missing now is a baby!
Wish me luck. It could be any day now.
Little one is due 21st January so it's another (including today) 10 days. I keep thinking she'll come earlier, but I don't know if I can trust my gut feeling. I mean, I thought more than once that I was pregnant before finding out that we were infertile. I was convinced it was a boy until they told me it's a girl. So I am not really sure if I can trust what I read into my body signals now!
It's just that baby has started to become quieter. She is still moving enough not to worry me and still has a mean left kick if she wants to. But she is running out of space and allegedly that's a sign that babies come soon when they get quiet.
The last few days I was incredibly emotional and irritable. My parents (mainly my mother) is such a worrier. No matter what I say she'll panick. E.g. I say that in England you share a room with 4-6 women after delivery. She worries that it will be noisy and we won't be able to rest. Then I say that my husband wants to pay for a single room so I have more privacy and can recover better and she worries that I collapse and faint and nobody will know. That's just one example. Another is that I am consultant led because of IVF / ICSI. I would prefer to be midwife led as it is more natural and probably calmer and after all, I didn't have any problems in pregnancy. She agreed that it is better to have less doctors and people coming around but when I said that I want to ask the midwife if I can be midwife led for labour my mother panicked that I don't get the best care. She said the other day that it is a shame she is so far away so she can't be with me during those last few days. I said that I think it's good she is so far away as she only would worry the life out of me with her worrying. Not very nice, I know. But true. I try to be so calm and relaxed about birth and so far succeed quite well. The hypnosis recording seems to be good for me as well. but everytime I talk to her I start worrying... She actually said that birth is harder and more worrying for grandparents than for the mother to be... Excuse me???
Anyway, I burst into tears day before yesterday as well. My husband came home from work and I told him something that happened on the day. Half way through my sentence he started reading an email and telling me that the colleague it was from was a right ****** all day and walked off to his car to get something out. I know he sometimes doesn't think. I know he doesn't mean to do this. I know he is still with his mind at work. But it might be feel so irrelevant and unloved and not important. And when he didn't realised why I cried it made it even worse. Thing is, he was always like that and if I was dealing with it for the past 7 years, why does it make me burst into tears now? Well, it's hormones I guess.
I am also sweating a lot at night. So much that I sometimes need to get up half through the night, get a shower and get changed. I know that's normal in late pregnancy but I never sweat. I've been to Dubai for a week without losing a drop of sweat...
Baby is also clearly pushing on my cervix. I feels like a sharp pain several times a day, as if someone is pushing a knife or a sharp needle in it. It only lasts a second or so, but I guess it means I am opening.
But all I can do now is being patient and wait. I have an appointment on the 27th for a membrane sweek in case she doesn't arrive before. But I really hope she won't make me wait that long. I don't really want a membrane sweep and certainly no induction. But I know that wouldn't be optional as a consultant led patient.
Everything is ready for little one. Clothes washed, ironed and put away. Bed prepared. Changing table in position and well equipped. All that's missing now is a baby!
Wish me luck. It could be any day now.
Saturday, 1 January 2011
Happy new year
I hope you celebrated well. I did not overly enjoy it which I am sad about. It was the last Christmas and New Years Eve before our little one joins us but I haven't been able to see my family, we had to carry my mother-in-law around with us and she did nothing but whinge.
After endless arguments between my husband and her she put her hearing aid in so we didn't have to scream all night. But the food was too spicy, the restaurant (which is a very good one) not as good as the one we went to before (service tends to be a little slower when you have a fully booked restaurant instead of one with half the tables busy), in the pub the music was too loud and she didn't like it and from about 10pm she kept going on about going home because it is too boring. Normally she would have drunk a lot and probably been in a better mood, but since she fell down the stairs having drunk too much not that long ago and ended up in an ambulance and A&E we did keep tabs on that.
It didn't help that I felt quite emotional all evening - no doubt pregnancy hormones. The meal was nice and I enjoyed the music, but in overall it was a boring evening with both me and my husband seriously pissed off with her. And that's sad.
She is a nice woman but unfortunately she likes 'being unhappy' at times and enjoys whingeing about everything. Together with telling the same stories 20 times a day and having already spent all Christmas with her that was just too much. We are building an annex for her so she can live on her own but with us. It makes sense and I agreed to it. She's nearly 80 and it is sensible to have her close by since her husband died last year. But right now that thought terrifies me. I'll be at home all day with little one. I hope she's not going to drive me nuts. I won't have any privacy in the garden anymore, but it is more the thought of her constantly popping in. I hope she won't, but I am a little worried right now. Probably just my hormones as I said. It's not as if we just agreed that last night. And it can't harm to have a living in babysitter.
By the way, I had a call from the doctors yesterday. My iron levels are still too low so I got some more iron tablets.
After endless arguments between my husband and her she put her hearing aid in so we didn't have to scream all night. But the food was too spicy, the restaurant (which is a very good one) not as good as the one we went to before (service tends to be a little slower when you have a fully booked restaurant instead of one with half the tables busy), in the pub the music was too loud and she didn't like it and from about 10pm she kept going on about going home because it is too boring. Normally she would have drunk a lot and probably been in a better mood, but since she fell down the stairs having drunk too much not that long ago and ended up in an ambulance and A&E we did keep tabs on that.
It didn't help that I felt quite emotional all evening - no doubt pregnancy hormones. The meal was nice and I enjoyed the music, but in overall it was a boring evening with both me and my husband seriously pissed off with her. And that's sad.
She is a nice woman but unfortunately she likes 'being unhappy' at times and enjoys whingeing about everything. Together with telling the same stories 20 times a day and having already spent all Christmas with her that was just too much. We are building an annex for her so she can live on her own but with us. It makes sense and I agreed to it. She's nearly 80 and it is sensible to have her close by since her husband died last year. But right now that thought terrifies me. I'll be at home all day with little one. I hope she's not going to drive me nuts. I won't have any privacy in the garden anymore, but it is more the thought of her constantly popping in. I hope she won't, but I am a little worried right now. Probably just my hormones as I said. It's not as if we just agreed that last night. And it can't harm to have a living in babysitter.
By the way, I had a call from the doctors yesterday. My iron levels are still too low so I got some more iron tablets.
Friday, 31 December 2010
Getting ready
So it is New Years Eve and 21 days until due date. Today my baby also is full term - i.e. I am 37 weeks pregnant.
For some reason everyone seems to think that my baby still makes its appearance in 2010. Maybe because I look so big. Saying so, I have hardly put any weight on recently. I just can't get that much into my stomach any more. I just look so big because I am so small. Anyway, so far my husband had panicked calls from both my parents and his mother because I was out and they couldn't reach me at home. They thought I'd gone into labour. You'd think they worry that we forget to tell them when little one arrives...
We've installed the base for the car seat today and practised how to get it on and off. I'm pleased that's done.
Yesterday we also bought finally a set of drawers from Ikea which fits nicely into the wardrobe in the nursery so that's all done now and I finally managed to get some order in the chaos in the nursery.
2 days ago our new washing machine (we just spent nearly 3 weeks without a working one) arrived. So I caught up on all the washing and ironing. And that includes baby's complete new wardrobe and bedding. It looks so cute on the drying stand... Most is dried and put away though now. I think my hubby was a little jealous when I ironed baby's clothes first and said I'd do his afterwards if I'm not too tired. Anyway, I did it all.
My labour bag is also packed and I just need to do the hospital bag - I was waiting for the washing to be done so I'll do that this weekend.
The only thing left to do now is buying a mattress for the travel cot. The cot is already in the nursery and baby will have his daytime naps there so she gets used to her own room straight away. But at night I want her with me in the first few months and we can't get the proper cot throught the door. We got a travel cot with loyalty points we had from Argos so we use that. But the mattress included is very thin and hard. I need to measure the exact dimensions I need and then buy a proper travel cot mattress. They don't seem to be too expensive.
So, as strange as it sounds, I'm ready for little one.
Tonight we go for a meal with my mother in law (hopefully WITH hearing aid) for New Years Eve and then to the local pub. I'll also put the maternity bed sheets in bed today in case my waters break at home (I am starting to think she'll be rather early than later as well with everybody insisting on that! It wouldn't be the worst neither because sleeping gets a lot more uncomfortable now.
Either baby is pushing a lot against me recently or I have loads of Braxton Hicks contractions.
Sunday we meet with the NCT group from our prenatal care course. So far none of us had the baby! With regards to the first aid course - well, after cancelling the last one due to bad weather they now published new dates - 2 days before my due date. I don't think so. I'll just have to buy a book for now...
For some reason everyone seems to think that my baby still makes its appearance in 2010. Maybe because I look so big. Saying so, I have hardly put any weight on recently. I just can't get that much into my stomach any more. I just look so big because I am so small. Anyway, so far my husband had panicked calls from both my parents and his mother because I was out and they couldn't reach me at home. They thought I'd gone into labour. You'd think they worry that we forget to tell them when little one arrives...
We've installed the base for the car seat today and practised how to get it on and off. I'm pleased that's done.
Yesterday we also bought finally a set of drawers from Ikea which fits nicely into the wardrobe in the nursery so that's all done now and I finally managed to get some order in the chaos in the nursery.
2 days ago our new washing machine (we just spent nearly 3 weeks without a working one) arrived. So I caught up on all the washing and ironing. And that includes baby's complete new wardrobe and bedding. It looks so cute on the drying stand... Most is dried and put away though now. I think my hubby was a little jealous when I ironed baby's clothes first and said I'd do his afterwards if I'm not too tired. Anyway, I did it all.
My labour bag is also packed and I just need to do the hospital bag - I was waiting for the washing to be done so I'll do that this weekend.
The only thing left to do now is buying a mattress for the travel cot. The cot is already in the nursery and baby will have his daytime naps there so she gets used to her own room straight away. But at night I want her with me in the first few months and we can't get the proper cot throught the door. We got a travel cot with loyalty points we had from Argos so we use that. But the mattress included is very thin and hard. I need to measure the exact dimensions I need and then buy a proper travel cot mattress. They don't seem to be too expensive.
So, as strange as it sounds, I'm ready for little one.
Tonight we go for a meal with my mother in law (hopefully WITH hearing aid) for New Years Eve and then to the local pub. I'll also put the maternity bed sheets in bed today in case my waters break at home (I am starting to think she'll be rather early than later as well with everybody insisting on that! It wouldn't be the worst neither because sleeping gets a lot more uncomfortable now.
Either baby is pushing a lot against me recently or I have loads of Braxton Hicks contractions.
Sunday we meet with the NCT group from our prenatal care course. So far none of us had the baby! With regards to the first aid course - well, after cancelling the last one due to bad weather they now published new dates - 2 days before my due date. I don't think so. I'll just have to buy a book for now...
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