Well, here we are 5 days late and counting. Considering that bub made a try at coming 10 weeks early it seems odd that he is now running late! I had a little chat with him earlier in the pregnancy after the scare and advised that he was better off staying in rather than coming out as once he was out everything was no longer on tap - his stomach would empty and he would get hungry, he could get cold etc. That was advice for that particular point in time kid - it wasn't being proposed as a permanent set up! He's going to be one of those kids that doesn't want to leave home isn't he? Danny and I will be on the Age Pension and still have a child living with us.
I am starting to struggle a bit more - my back is complaining and my heels have started giving me shooting pains. Not my ankles, my heels - strange. We are just waiting at this point in time. We know that we will have a baby soon but just don't know when it will be. I have another midwife appointment next Monday. Wonder if I will keep it?
The other day Danny looked at the skin on the back of my hand and wrist and claimed that it was looking dry and wrinkly. He claimed that I was becoming old and crone-like while he was still smoothly youthful.
I pointed out that the difference between us was that while he was married to me, I, on the other hand was married to him. :)
All is going well. I am 38 1/2 weeks pregnant. In the photos the other week I was actually pushing out my stomach to look as big as I was. I don't have to do that anymore. :) My belly button has almost popped out.
I saw the midwife yesterday and she was very happy with everything. The only thing not quite right is that a few weeks ago bub was head down and on my left side (optimal position). He is now head down and on my right side the little bugger. You were perfectly placed before kid - why did you go and move?
My labour bag is packed and the child seat is installed after paying $260 to get an anchor point added to the car. My mother has cheerfully advised me that this is just the start of the fortune we will spend in the future. Thanks Mum.
Things could start at any second. I thought that they might have the other day but it was a false alarm. I really wouldn't mind having a timetable. I like to know when things are going to happen. Mum tells me that this is just the start of the baby controlling things and to think of this as a taste of things to come. Gee thanks Mum. I think she is enjoying this a bit too much!
Well, I am doing pretty well with the pregnancy. I am now 36 and a half weeks - over 8 months. And I actually look pregnant at last! I still don't look massively pregnant, I seem to be looking reasonably small and compact compared to some women who look like they might explode. I don't know if that is just the way it was going to happen or if it is due to my stomach muscle exercises. Early in the pregnancy I ended up spending 1 1/2 days in Emergency with a back muscle spasm. I don't recommend it to anyone. It hurt incredibly - so much so that I was throwing up in pain and I couldn't manage to either breath deeply or lie down. Apparently I went white from the pain when trying to lie down flat. Modern pain killers are a wonderful invention. Anyway, l had some visits with the hospital physio and she had me do some stomach tightening exercises to help support my back. I have been dong them all the way through and they may or may not have made a difference to the size of my belly.
I could have finished work 2 1/2 weeks ago but decided to work a bit closer to the due date as I figure that I will need the time more afterwards than before and I also had some work I wanted to get finished. Also, if bub decides to arrive later than due date I won't be running short on Maternity Leave. I am planning to finish at the end of this week which will mean that I have worked until 3 weeks before my due date which is not too shabby. I think that may be about my limit as I am struggling this last week. Yesterday and today I have just been so horribly tired at the end of the day. Apart from that I am doing pretty well, my lower back is starting to complain a bit but some women seem struggle physically at this stage more than I am. Go me! I even rode a recumbent trike for a few kilometres the other day as Danny has documented. I couldn't go too fast however as if I did I ended up with my thighs hitting a tattoo on my belly and it just felt wrong. I also failed at getting up the steep hills leading to the Commonwealth bridge. I stalled halfway up the first time and a kindly passerby assisted me up and I "almost* made it up the whole way the second time with a better run up but Danny had to help me the last little bit. I never would have expected that I would be doing a test ride at 8 months!
Danny took some photos of me in the shower the other day and is trying to persuade me to let him post them friends locked. However I am not sure that everyone wants to see me like that. I am also not sure that *I* want everyone to see me like that! :)
So my mobile rang the other day. It was a Victorian number and I didn't recognise it. I answer it and it is from someone I shall call A, to avoid any possibility of her getting into trouble. A works at the country hospital, where I ended up with early labour signs at 30 weeks. Danny posted about it on LiveJournal. Anyway, A's husband was searching the internet, I believe it was about the BeeGees. Somehow he found Danny's post on our time at the local hospital (don't ask me how the BeeGees lead to the hospital!) and drew her attention to it. So at work she looked up the records and called me. In the past I worked in Customer Service at Centrelink and had it drummed into me that you do *NOT* look at customer details out of curiosity (browsing). Part of me was chanting "Browsing is bad". But she was so innocently interested in how things were going and wondering who "Auntie Gwen" that I wasn't going to complain either to her or anyone in authority. She knows Gwen by the way, her son was good friends with Gwen's son. Small towns - everyone knows everyone else and their business. She was glad to hear that all was going well. It was all a little unexpected but she meant well. Small towns have now added the internet to their methods of finding out what is going on around them.
I am sorting through some stuff to cut down the amount of stuff I have.I was wondering if anyone would be interested in some old fanzines. I hate the thought of just throwing them out but I can't justify keeping them.They are all free. I will just have to transport them to anyone interested.
I have copies of:
Spock (story and art fanzine for Austrek). Copies 49, 51and 53 -65.
Eridani 2 and 3 (Star Trek The Next Generation)
Wild Justice 1 and 2 (The Professionals)
Backtrack 2 (The Professionals)
A recent conversation between myself and Kal:
I am sitting at my desk getting done some things that should have been done some time ago and sorting through some papers.
Kal comes up to me. I pat him and talk to him for a while and then return to work. He leaves. A short time later he is back. I pat, talk and return to work. And again. I wonder if he is missing Danny, who is down in Melbourne. And again. I wonder if he is stressed over something. This time I take him on my lap for a while. Eventually I decide to take my papers down to the lounge. I can sort them there and Kal can sit next to me and get the attention he obviously needs. Down in the lounge the sliding door catches my eye and a thought occurs to me. I open it and Kal trots out into the night. Strangely, once he comes back he no longer seems to be craving my attention.
I picture the conversation from Kal's point of view:
"I need to go outside for a pee." Pat, pat, talk, talk.
"I really need to pee." Pat, pat, talk, talk.
"Listen, it's pretty simple. Let me out!" Pat, pat, talk, talk.
"Look, I really need to ....No! For the love of God don't pick me up - I have a full bladder!" Cuddle, pat, pat, talk, talk.
"Finally! She's not too bright this one, is she?"
As Danny has mentioned previously we were interviewed for The Australian for an article on sperm donation. On Wednesday night we had a photographer come out to take photos for the article. A nice chap named Andy turned up to take shots of us. He had already been to Brisbane that day to take photos for two articles and then flew down to Canberra to shoot us. He was in and out in about half an hour, charging off to catch his plane. It must be a breathless whirl of a life.
He arrived brimming with enthusiasm for a location he'd spotted coming down the road to our house. The nearby sports field was lit up with spot lights for the practicing kids which meant that the conifer trees around the sports ground looked like a lit up forest. Andy was all for taking advantage of this freely provided lighting. He had us standing in various positions, including in the soccer goals as an analogy for "getting one through the goal" regarding pregnancy. However, after a few shots he decided that, although it was a lovely concept the lighting didn't work in that spot and had us move. Towards the end of the shoot a fireworks display started (another sex analogy) and Andy was over the moon at the idea of getting both fireworks and flood lit forest in his series of shots and anticipated his editor being quite impressed with him.
We then came back for a few shots in the lounge room (with an amazingly clear floor after Danny worked on clearing it earlier in the day - just don't open the cupboard doors!) Andy was quite impressed with Danny's stripy socks and made sure he got them in shot.
Of course he turned out to like Dr Who and he and Danny discussed various Doctors. It was quite a pleasant visit.
Danny has been sent the text for the article although we don't yet know when it will be published. After Danny read it I got sent a SMS which said "It makes me look like a bloody hero for wanking into a jar!" It is quite favourable about us both. I am described as being "serene". Of course it is rather easy to look serene when you have Danny as a backdrop. :)