20th March 2011

30 weeks...

I've made it to week 30.  There were times through this past week or so where I wasn't sure I would...UGH! **insert mild melodrama** LOL

Pain Pain Go Away...

Last Saturday I didn't feel right. Actually I'll rephrase that. Last Saturday I felt 'wrong'. Just plain old wrong.  I'd been having pains across the bottom of my tummy all day, feeling really lethargic & then the rest of my body decided to join in.  Mark was at work all day & I think I spoke to him at least 3 times to give him updates of my physical decline.  By the time he got home I was lightheaded, in pain & feeling pretty fragile after not really feeling the baby since that morning.

He fed & bathed Julian, got our big boys organised & piled us all in the car before we headed into Maternity at the Wesley.  Once there I was taken straight to labour ward & put on the machine that monitors baby's heartbeat & movements. Was soooo good to hear the bubba's heartbeat sounding like an old steam train.  What a relief!
After the midwife contacted my OB she suggested, after he suggested that I stay in overnight.  Ugh....that's the last thing I wanted to do, so I stayed on that monitor for as long as the midwife said I had to, then elected to go home.
The monitoring found that the baby was quite content & that perhaps I was coming down with some kind of virus.   Some kind of virus alright...I ended up with Tonsilitis.  24 hours later I seriously felt like someone had inserted razors in my throat, drained me of all my blood & zapped me of any strength & energy I may have had left.  Antibiotics for me!!!
By the time I saw my OB again I was still struggling big time with just functioning, sleeping & keeping it all together.  His advice for me was to keep resting, keep taking the antibiotics, keep delegating jobs, keep the fluids up & keep riding it out.  I was hoping for something a little more useful...like, here, take this magic tablet, go home to bed & when you wake up you will be 100% fighting fit & healthy!  No such luck!
He has decided because I have been so ill that he wants me to record down the babies movements from waking up in the morning to 5pm. If I don't feel 10 movements/kicks he wants me to have a sweet cold drink & lay down, if the baby doesn't start kicking me, its back into the Wesley for more monitoring.  Oh Joy!

Lucky duck...

I dragged myself out of bed under my own physical protest every day this week.  Lucky for me, Markie Mark has taken care of EVERYTHING every morning. Getting big boys up, organised, fed, lunches & taken to school. He has made Julian's food for the day & put it in the fridge for me & picked things up on the way home from work that we may (& sometimes may not) need. 
He really is a fabulous husband...& I really don't tell him that enough!
Mum has been a gem & either she or dad have picked Jake & Riley up from school most days this week...what a Godsend!

Proud Mamma :D

I have 2 of THE BEST big boys! Jake & Riley....they could melt my heart at times. I would not be getting through this pregnancy without them. They are fabulous. Doing jobs for me, helping me with Julian & even giving me a massage.  I'm feeling the love & I'm one proud Mummy!

Full of drugs...

After a week of being on antibiotics, I have to say that I'm feeling ever so slightly better.  My head s still quite light/dizzy, my cough is driving me nuts & I swear I have cracked a couple of ribs with the constant barking at the world.  I can however, swallow normally now...its a step in the right direction.  I have gone through a whole pack of 24 panadiene as well as normal paracetamol...I would have killed for some Mersyndol over this past week....damn pregnancy rules!

The Ford...

More issues with my Territory. Was all good for a couple of days, but then we started to hear a distinctive 'klonk' as we went around corners....so back to Ford we go. Actually back to Ford Mark went & there he sat for 4.5 hours only to be told, sorry mate, we can't find the problem, can you bring it back another day???? WTF?
Long story short, went back in on Friday, they found the problem & fixed it...again, no out of pocket for us! Woot!


The Sisterhood...

My little sister  is NOT coming home. She will NOT be here when she has her baby. I am gutted!!! That's all I can say about that!

Just a feeling???

I'm counting kicks. I'm getting myself all ready. I'm getting my house totally organised.  I've just about got my hospital bag all packed.  About to pack the baby's hospital bag. Everything is washed. Bassinett is all set up in our room. 
I just have a feeling...
Technically I have 8 weeks & 5 days until I am booked in to be on the slab for the babe to come out through the sunroof....but I just don't feel it's going to be that long.  Is it just a feeling? I'm not sure...but it's pretty strong. 
I guess time will tell....