low fire danger

Time since birth: 8 weeks
Weight loss this week: 200g (.44lbs)
Total Weight loss: 11.6kg (25.57lbs)

Grabbing a little pink jumpsuit, i checked the tag. i was checking the sizes of all Hannah’s clothes as she grew out of 0000 and into 000. Low fire danger 000. Low fire danger? What, as opposed to all of those spontaneous combustion baby jump suits? Seriously, why do all baby clothes say that on the tag? Are the babies all going to use their pink jumpsuits as protection to go fight fires? Is it like those aussie bushfire danger signs (they let you know what the probability is for a bush fire, low, all the way to extreme), telling me there probably won’t be a fire today?

We learned about settling techniques at mothers group on Tuesday. I have been doing it wrong the whole time. You are not supposed to rock and pat them all the way to sleep on you, then put them down as they will immediately wake up, no longer in the warmth and comfort of your arms. That is why Hannah has had all of her naps on mommy and daddy. Instead, you are supposed to put them in their cots when they get sleepy and then rock and pat them while they are in the cot. We’ve been doing the new way since Tuesday and Hannah likes sleeping on me much better then in her cot. It’s been working for the most part, but her naps are not as long (she used to sleep 2-3 hours on me, and now she sleeps for 1 hour in the cot. Except at night, she has always been a good sleeper at night). It does take up to an hour and a half to get her to sleep sometimes.

Another $400 was spent on my boob. I had a fine needle biopsy which was much better then the core biopsy i had last year. For a core biopsy, they give you some anesthetic, then make an incision (in my case, i could still fell it so more anesthetic had to be given through the incision which was really really painful). A thing that looks identical to a piercing gun is then used to take the sample. The doctor pulls the trigger, and bang, a very loud noise scares the life out of you. The poor boob is then bruised for a couple of days, and your all done. This time, a very thin needle was inserted, jiggled around, repeated, then all is done. When they inserted the needle, they said “yep, that’s milk.” So, pretty much nothing to worry about, it’s just a fibrous benign lump that is now filled with milk (and gave me stretch marks). Of course I have to go to the boob specialist and pay $200 to get the official results next week.

Sometimes I’m up at 4 or 5am to feed Hannah. I could hear this strange noise coming from outside. On closer listening (it wasn’t that close to here), i realised it was a rooster. now correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t roosters supposed to shout (what is the word for the noise a rooster makes??) at dawn? It certainly isn’t dawn that early. Last night, i was up at 2 and heard the rooster. I think he is one confused bird.

37 weeks

Pregnancy: 37 weeks 1 day
Total weight gain: 15.8kgs (34.83lbs)
Baby size (approx head to foot): 48.6cm (19.13in)
Baby weight (approx): 2.8kg (6.17lbs)

I’ve been getting nosebleeds on a near daily (nightly to be more accurate) basis. I woke up with one last night, and have had one 4 in the past 6 nights. Only my left nostril though, nothing from my right. I guess if the little blood vessels in my right nostril would like to escape, they will first have to emigrate to my left nostril. Then they can burst and go free just like their lefty neighbors. I’m beginning to think that maybe my left side is just defective. When I was little, it was one of my left toes that broke when my horse backed into a fence, scared the bollocks out of herself, jumped forward, and landed on my foot. I broke my left leg, and then a bone tumor and bone graft in my left leg (ok, so my leg broke because of the tumor, but that is not the point). It was my left that had a lump that needed a biopsy (cancer free, but not a fun process). My left eye’s vision is worse then my right. And now, my left nostril likes to gush blood in the middle of the night (nosebleeds are normal for pregnant women. I asked at my last appointment just to be sure). It’s no wonder Mushi likes to reside in the right side of my uterus.

I’ve finally bitten the bullet and given the epi-no a go. I can’t say that it’s at all pleasant, but each time I use it, I can blow up the blue silicone contraption a little bigger then the last time. Hopefully my lovely perineum will remember all the work I’ve put into it, and while I’m giving birth, not tear on me. I have to hold the contraption in place the entire time because it seems the female body doesn’t like such torture and tries to push it out all by itself. I suppose that comes in handy during delivery though.

I am still having very vivid dreams (a normal part of being pregnant). The other night I woke myself up with my “don’t tickle me” grunt/whingy noise, and really thought that Aaron was tickling my feet. Poor Aaron didn’t know what was going on when I told him to stop tickling me. Turns out I was dreaming. Other dreams are quite vivid too, but I know they are not actually real because they usually include things like my pony talking to me, or being on the Island from Lost with Aaron trying to figure out what the heck is going on. It’s the realistic dreams that cause problems. I couldn’t figure out if I actually had a conversation with Aaron about going grocery shopping together, or if I dreamt the conversation. I had to ask him, only to find that it was indeed a dream. I like the strange dreams better, at least I know they aren’t real.

height (measurement from pubic bone to top of uterus) was actually less then the week before because Mushi has descended into my pelvis (not all the way, but most of the way). I knew when he was doing it because of all the wiggling, but the next day, we could actually see that my belly was lower. At my last hospital appointment on Friday, my fundalMushi has moved down and they can’t measure accurately when the head is in the pelvis (as it is lower then the pubic bone). This new position brings good and bad news. The good news is my lungs have a bit more space, as does my stomach, so I can eat a full meal without feeling sick. The back news is every time I stand up, I feel like I have to pee (due to a head putting pressure on my bladder).

How to torture a pregnant woman: Get a wonderful looking piece of chocolate cake (with strawberry on the side, and chocolate sauce zigzagging back and forth over the top), keep it in front of you for half an hour, but don’t eat one little bit of it. Don’t even touch the spoon. But, don’t offer it to anyone else, just leave it there, making the pregnant woman next to you wonder the whole time if you are ever going to eat it. Aaron and I were on a comedy cruise around Sydney Harbour on Saturday, and that is exactly what happened. Aaron and I were both served the cheesecake (which was very yummy), but were hoping that they would do the traditional thing and alternate the 2 dishes with every other person. We had it all figured out before they started serving that we would go halves so we got to try both. The person next to me didn’t take even one little taste of his cake, so I was tortured by it staring at me, wanting me to eat it for quite some time. By the time we docked, it was still sitting there, but the man who it belonged to had not come back to the table. I contemplated grabbing it many times, but we were at a table with lots of randoms, and I’m sure that would’ve looked a bit sketchy. I like to tell myself that it didn’t taste very good as no one who had the chocolate cake finished it, and everyone who had the cheesecake left no remnants on their plates.

as her attire allowed her legs plenty of moving room. Her skirt only came down to the end of her bottom. I don’t know how someone can leave the house in such clothing. 1) wouldn’t they be cold, it’s winter! 2) wouldn’t they be “You may have seen our first guest on The Footy Show, or Rove Live. Give it up for (insert name here, I can’t remember what his name is). Hmmm…. He certainly does look familiar…. Oh, they should have said “or you may have seen him keeping you in good spirits and amusing you during ad breaks if you have been in the audience for Ready Steady Cook.” That is where I’d seen him before (which I thought was hilarious and random). He was very funny, especially when poking fun at the guy from Rooty Hill with a mullet at the first table. There were a couple of disturbances early in the night though. One of the passengers missed the boat and then got a water taxi to bring him to us in the middle of the harbour. It cost him $80 which was more then the cruise itself. We felt comforted after seeing the water taxi pull up though. At least we knew if my water broke or something, all we had to do was call a water taxi and we could high tail it off the boat (luckily we didn’t need to). Later, a girl fell down the last couple of stairs from the top deck. I don’t know how that happenedembarrassed (I would!)? 3)wouldn’t they be worried that the tiny skirt would head north and expose their bottom and nether region?? 4) is it really necessary to show that much skin? The cruise was very fun though, we had a really good night out.

My pregnancy books are telling me to get as much rest as I can from now as labour is very tiring etc. Ok then, if the books say so… I’m going to spend half the day with my feet up. I like that idea.