I'm so tired I can barely type, so will just say that I had a huge bloody show last night, and was asked to go up to hospital as Baby Bear was being stubborn and refusing to move! After waiting over an hour to be seen, then being stuck on a CTG trace for another half hour, I was told I'm contracting every four minutes but they aren't painful, I'm 2cm dilated and fully effaced with Baby Bear's head so low she could barely get the speculum (devilish duck beak) in. As it is my due date today (yay) she gave me a stretch and sweep, which is every bit as pleasant as it sounds, and told to wait and see.
I'm in early labour, and I'm exhausted, after finally making it home at 4 am I started cramping, which I think was down to the sweep. I've slept and the cramps and contractions have stopped, so watch this space :)
Monday, 28 March 2011
Thursday, 24 March 2011
39+4
Dear Baby Bear,
This is a final reminder of your eviction date on the 28th March 2011. You were sent a notice at 37 weeks, offering less hormonal rages if you evacuated, but you have chosen to remain within the premises.
We have continued to receive complaints from Mummy Bear about heartburn, aches and pains, frequent urination and an inability to eat, sleep or walk without some kind of interruption for yourself. She has also asked us to remind you that you have a perfectly lovely nursery to reside in once you have been evicted, and questions why you choose to remain squished inside her uterus, when you clearly don't have enough room. Daddy Bear would like to comment that everybody is desperate for a cuddle, as well as the opportunity to open their mouth without being growled at by Mummy Bear.
So, on the 28th March 2011, the bailiffs are being sent in to remove you from the premises. It will be a long process, but you will end up in Mummy Bear's arms, and showered with love. You have until then to come out of your own accord.
Yours Sincerely,
The Hormone Police
This is a final reminder of your eviction date on the 28th March 2011. You were sent a notice at 37 weeks, offering less hormonal rages if you evacuated, but you have chosen to remain within the premises.
We have continued to receive complaints from Mummy Bear about heartburn, aches and pains, frequent urination and an inability to eat, sleep or walk without some kind of interruption for yourself. She has also asked us to remind you that you have a perfectly lovely nursery to reside in once you have been evicted, and questions why you choose to remain squished inside her uterus, when you clearly don't have enough room. Daddy Bear would like to comment that everybody is desperate for a cuddle, as well as the opportunity to open their mouth without being growled at by Mummy Bear.
So, on the 28th March 2011, the bailiffs are being sent in to remove you from the premises. It will be a long process, but you will end up in Mummy Bear's arms, and showered with love. You have until then to come out of your own accord.
Yours Sincerely,
The Hormone Police
Sunday, 20 March 2011
38+5
So, after my... ahem... small rant the other day, I went to my NHS Parentcraft Class, dragging an incredibly sleepy Daddy Bear behind me. It was really interesting, and not at all what I expected. With a name such as 'Parent'Craft, I expected it to be about the first few days after baby, nappy changing, feeding, that sort of thing, but it was actually more focused on the labour and birth, which, with mine being very soon, was actually lovely.
Everybody was less pregnant than I, as I think your supposed to go between 28-34 weeks, and that's whereabouts most of the preggo ladies were! I felt there stares on my enormous belly and felt them wondering if I was going to pop in the FOUR HOUR class. I didn't. Bloody wish I did though. Anyway, she went through the stages of labour, early labour tips, wshen to go to hospital, what happens when you get there, coping and pain relief, birthing positions and options, what a birth partner can do for you, what happens immediately after the birth. It was so much information but all very relevant to us, and I think it was more beneficial to me as someone that was about to drop than perhaps the ladies less far along, some who looked very frightened at some things! Can't say some of it didn't scare the bejeezus out fo my but it's inevitably going to happen at some point within the next few weeks!
We then got to look around. Daddy Bear wasn't keen as he knows I'd love to give birth in a birthing centre such as this rather than a hospital, and as soon as I looked around, having been admitted to the labour ward at our local hospital before, much preferred the birth centre :(. There was a young girl who gave birth two days ago and was very happy to let us coo over her tiny bubba. Never felt so broody in my life. We got to see the postnatal room, the birthing suites and the birth pool, and I was really happy to see it, it made it feel very real.
I highly recommend the class to any first-time mum's who perhaps aren't so sure about the labour, like me, and want more information. If you've given birth before it would probably just be everything you already knew!
On another note, my desperation to have my baby focused on this 'supermoon' which apparently makes lots of ladies go into labour. I waited. Considered dancing naked in the moonlight. Still probably wouldn't have worked... Given my neighbours a shock perhaps though...
Still waiting the arrival of our little Baby Bear
xxx
Everybody was less pregnant than I, as I think your supposed to go between 28-34 weeks, and that's whereabouts most of the preggo ladies were! I felt there stares on my enormous belly and felt them wondering if I was going to pop in the FOUR HOUR class. I didn't. Bloody wish I did though. Anyway, she went through the stages of labour, early labour tips, wshen to go to hospital, what happens when you get there, coping and pain relief, birthing positions and options, what a birth partner can do for you, what happens immediately after the birth. It was so much information but all very relevant to us, and I think it was more beneficial to me as someone that was about to drop than perhaps the ladies less far along, some who looked very frightened at some things! Can't say some of it didn't scare the bejeezus out fo my but it's inevitably going to happen at some point within the next few weeks!
We then got to look around. Daddy Bear wasn't keen as he knows I'd love to give birth in a birthing centre such as this rather than a hospital, and as soon as I looked around, having been admitted to the labour ward at our local hospital before, much preferred the birth centre :(. There was a young girl who gave birth two days ago and was very happy to let us coo over her tiny bubba. Never felt so broody in my life. We got to see the postnatal room, the birthing suites and the birth pool, and I was really happy to see it, it made it feel very real.
I highly recommend the class to any first-time mum's who perhaps aren't so sure about the labour, like me, and want more information. If you've given birth before it would probably just be everything you already knew!
On another note, my desperation to have my baby focused on this 'supermoon' which apparently makes lots of ladies go into labour. I waited. Considered dancing naked in the moonlight. Still probably wouldn't have worked... Given my neighbours a shock perhaps though...
Still waiting the arrival of our little Baby Bear
xxx
Friday, 18 March 2011
38+4
I'm going to go overdue, aren't I?
It doesn't matter how much sex I have, how much walking I do, how long I bounce on that frigging gym ball, I still haven't had this baby. I've had some ridiculously strong Braxton Hicks, two episodes of pink discharge, one brown (I don't even care about too much information right now, dignity has disappeared), pains in my back, about every other pre labour sign you could imagine, and yet I'm still very pregnant.
I almost punched the woman who told me I must have made such a nice home for my baby he or she just wants to stay in there.
Piss off.
Also unwanted, the amount of texts, phonecalls and facebook messages I get asking me if I have had my baby yet.
Hormonal responses have included;
*Yes, this belly is just wind.
*Yes, I just thought I wouldn't tell anybody.
*Does it look like I've had my baby?
*Piss off.
I've been on google for hours looking at natural induction methods, tried most of them, SOOOO not working for me.
Nipple stimulation - feels horrible, makes my boobs really sensitive and irritates me.
Walking - Hurts! My pelvis feels like it's splitting in half and I get stabbing pains in my cervix from the baby pressing down. I also got told off by my midwife as walking aggravates my SPD.
Going up and down stairs - Again is painful, am also way to unfit and couldn't breathe after two flights.
Bouncing on my gym ball - Bouncing, rocking, swaying, laying over - I'm sick of the sight of the bloody thing, I spend hours on it every day as it's the only thing I'm comfortable on. However, baby is right down in my pelvis which is a plus.
Pineapple - just tried this one, ate an entire pineapple. All it did was give me a really sore tongue and heartburn. Won't be giving that one another go!
Sex - the only fun one to try!! Copious amounts of it will put both of you in a better mood, I highly recommend it. It brings us closer together at a time when being close to me is dangerous, and is bloody hilarious as my enormous belly makes it hard to get within two feet of each other. Also has set of some really strong contractions on a few occasions but they always die off :(
I shall go back to researching - I'm really not keen on taking anything such as Evening Primrose Oil or Castor Oil as have heard mixed reviews. As keen as I am to get this little one out I'm really not wanting to take anything to do so. I think the methods I've tried have been natural and don't want to push it too far.
On a lighter note - Daddy Bear finally got fed up with the jungle I've been growing down below. I attempted it a few weeks ago, and as I can't get anywhere near it I just ended up with a patchy combover job :s. But last night when I finally let him do it for me, after running away from him for about fifteen minutes, I lay in a very unattactive position and almost wet myself laughing the entire time he was down there. Although it looks much better, it will never happen again.
So, I'm going to carrying on trying sex, walking (short distances), and bouncing on my gym ball.
Hopefully, Baby Bear joins us soon, or nobody I know will ever speak to me (being a hormonal cow) again.
Impatiently awaiting the arrival of our Baby Bear
xxx
It doesn't matter how much sex I have, how much walking I do, how long I bounce on that frigging gym ball, I still haven't had this baby. I've had some ridiculously strong Braxton Hicks, two episodes of pink discharge, one brown (I don't even care about too much information right now, dignity has disappeared), pains in my back, about every other pre labour sign you could imagine, and yet I'm still very pregnant.
I almost punched the woman who told me I must have made such a nice home for my baby he or she just wants to stay in there.
Piss off.
Also unwanted, the amount of texts, phonecalls and facebook messages I get asking me if I have had my baby yet.
Hormonal responses have included;
*Yes, this belly is just wind.
*Yes, I just thought I wouldn't tell anybody.
*Does it look like I've had my baby?
*Piss off.
I've been on google for hours looking at natural induction methods, tried most of them, SOOOO not working for me.
Nipple stimulation - feels horrible, makes my boobs really sensitive and irritates me.
Walking - Hurts! My pelvis feels like it's splitting in half and I get stabbing pains in my cervix from the baby pressing down. I also got told off by my midwife as walking aggravates my SPD.
Going up and down stairs - Again is painful, am also way to unfit and couldn't breathe after two flights.
Bouncing on my gym ball - Bouncing, rocking, swaying, laying over - I'm sick of the sight of the bloody thing, I spend hours on it every day as it's the only thing I'm comfortable on. However, baby is right down in my pelvis which is a plus.
Pineapple - just tried this one, ate an entire pineapple. All it did was give me a really sore tongue and heartburn. Won't be giving that one another go!
Sex - the only fun one to try!! Copious amounts of it will put both of you in a better mood, I highly recommend it. It brings us closer together at a time when being close to me is dangerous, and is bloody hilarious as my enormous belly makes it hard to get within two feet of each other. Also has set of some really strong contractions on a few occasions but they always die off :(
I shall go back to researching - I'm really not keen on taking anything such as Evening Primrose Oil or Castor Oil as have heard mixed reviews. As keen as I am to get this little one out I'm really not wanting to take anything to do so. I think the methods I've tried have been natural and don't want to push it too far.
On a lighter note - Daddy Bear finally got fed up with the jungle I've been growing down below. I attempted it a few weeks ago, and as I can't get anywhere near it I just ended up with a patchy combover job :s. But last night when I finally let him do it for me, after running away from him for about fifteen minutes, I lay in a very unattactive position and almost wet myself laughing the entire time he was down there. Although it looks much better, it will never happen again.
So, I'm going to carrying on trying sex, walking (short distances), and bouncing on my gym ball.
Hopefully, Baby Bear joins us soon, or nobody I know will ever speak to me (being a hormonal cow) again.
Impatiently awaiting the arrival of our Baby Bear
xxx
Saturday, 12 March 2011
37+5
So... Haven't posted in a few days as I've been very (in)patiently waiting for my baby to arrive, and it really looked like last night was the night!
But here I am, still waiting for my little one.
Early afternoon yesterday I decided I was fed up waiting for a baby to put in my newly finished nursery, and woke Daddy Bear up for a bit of... (ahem) well, my theory being what got it in there must get it out, right? Then a romantic meal of pineapple and mango.
Well it seemed like it. I was getting nasty pains in my lower back on and off which never went and irregular tightenings in my stomach. So I got on my ball and I bounced. I bounced like it... well, like it would get this baby out. And it got painful. Then I had a sudden urge to tidy my house, and at eight pm I changed the sheets (stupidly spicy fajitas). Still getting pains in my back, so I had a bath and they disappeared. Dammit. So I watched TV, downhearted and got into bed, where they started up again. This baby is a tease!! I ignored them and got up for one last wee before sleep. On wiping, I noticed spotting. You've never seen anybody so excited about blood on toilet paper. I skipped into the living room, rolled my gym ball into my bedroom and rocked gently, practicing my breathing and listening to sooooooothing music. After two and a half hours of these pains, I was really tired and climbed into bed. I fell asleep. I woke up.
THE PAINS HAVE STOPPED!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
I am now sat with a face of thunder on my gym ball, waiting for Daddy Bear to wake up so I can try 'doing the deed' again. As awkward and uncomfortable as it is, and as much as he does NOT like doing it when I am this pregnant and has convinced himself he's going to break my waters of poke our child in the head.
Impatiently awaiting the arrival of Baby Bear
xxx
But here I am, still waiting for my little one.
Early afternoon yesterday I decided I was fed up waiting for a baby to put in my newly finished nursery, and woke Daddy Bear up for a bit of... (ahem) well, my theory being what got it in there must get it out, right? Then a romantic meal of pineapple and mango.
Well it seemed like it. I was getting nasty pains in my lower back on and off which never went and irregular tightenings in my stomach. So I got on my ball and I bounced. I bounced like it... well, like it would get this baby out. And it got painful. Then I had a sudden urge to tidy my house, and at eight pm I changed the sheets (stupidly spicy fajitas). Still getting pains in my back, so I had a bath and they disappeared. Dammit. So I watched TV, downhearted and got into bed, where they started up again. This baby is a tease!! I ignored them and got up for one last wee before sleep. On wiping, I noticed spotting. You've never seen anybody so excited about blood on toilet paper. I skipped into the living room, rolled my gym ball into my bedroom and rocked gently, practicing my breathing and listening to sooooooothing music. After two and a half hours of these pains, I was really tired and climbed into bed. I fell asleep. I woke up.
THE PAINS HAVE STOPPED!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
I am now sat with a face of thunder on my gym ball, waiting for Daddy Bear to wake up so I can try 'doing the deed' again. As awkward and uncomfortable as it is, and as much as he does NOT like doing it when I am this pregnant and has convinced himself he's going to break my waters of poke our child in the head.
Impatiently awaiting the arrival of Baby Bear
xxx
Monday, 7 March 2011
37 weeks
So I made it to full term!!
I can't actually believe I've made it this far, it's not been an easy pregnancy for me, and the end is finally in sight, I'm going to have this little Bear in my arms soon.
Looking back, it's been a scary, exciting time for me and Daddy Bear.
I was at work when I found out I was pregnant. Daddy Bear and I hadn't been together very long at all, and I'd been feeling off. I'd put the sore breasts down to being due on my period, I hadn't had any sickness, I just felt rubbish. So I tested my urine for an infection, and did a quick pregnancy test as it's protocol for 'sexually active' women in our hospital. I pottered off, I have little patience and waiting 3-5 minutes irritates me. When I came back, there was a positive test sat on the side. I assumed someone had cleared mine away and did another one. So I repeated it, and stood and watched until a faint but positive sign arrived. It was the first of many positives.
So I called Daddy Bear, and told him very tearfully. He was very quite for a very long time and agreed to talk to me when I'd finished work.
The next morning I woke up with cramps. I haven't even come to terms with my pregnancy but I was terrified that I might lose my baby. It was crazy, 24 hours before I hadn't even known about it, and today it might not happen at all. I phoned my GP, who told me to come in immediately (They sure know how to scare you). It turns out I did have a UTI, it had gotten overlooked with the whole positive pregnancy test thing. I'd never felt relief like it!!
Fast forward 4 weeks, and I'm excited about being two months into my pregnancy (little did I know how slowly it was going to go) and I start getting stabbing pains in my right side and shoulder tip pain. Now this was scary, I knew the signs of ectopic pregnancy, and this time it wasn't just my baby's life at risk, it was mine too. I went back to my GP who rushed me in for a blood test to check my HCG levels. I'd always been naive about pregnancy, not understanding the link a woman could have with a life that was barely there. Until my own was at risk.
But I was okay, and at 13 weeks I got to see my beautiful baby. It's magical, it really is. I'd accepted that there was a baby in there, but to see it moving and wriggling inside me, playing hide and seek from the sonographer.
At 20 weeks, my world came to a stop again. I was days away from my next scan when I was woken up with cramps. Nobody was home and I had to wait for Daddy Bear to come home from a night home. When he finally came back, he was trying to talk to me and I was trying to pretend I was okay, until I burst into tears with a cramp. He was running around like a headless chicken, wanting to call an ambulance. Thankfully, I managed to calm down and call the maternity ward, who dismissed it as Braxton Hicks, if it didn't get orse then see my doctor in the morning.
So I did. ANOTHER UTI was irritating my uterus into contracting, hence the regular tightenings. Yet another course of anti-biotics, which cleared the UTI but to this day I still get Braxton Hicks at regular intervals throughout the day. And a few days later, I got to see my baby again, kicking and somersaulting, and not keeping still for a single picture. It was amazing to see how much my bean had grown and changed.
Other than the Braxton Hicks, my pregnancy was fairly uneventful until a bleed at 28 weeks whilst I was at work, and another at 30 weeks. Bleeding in late pregnancy is terrifying - to have gotten so far and have the threat of that being taken away from me made my world stop turning.
But I made it!! And after 2 UTI's, thrush, chronic heartburn, SPD, and irritable uterus and various other things, I'm offically handing Baby Bear an eviction notice.
Here's to daily walks, bouncing like a maniac on my gym ball, sex, pinapples and whatever else might encourage baby out. I'll let you know how it goes
Impatiently awaiting the arrival of our full-term Baby Bear
xxx
I can't actually believe I've made it this far, it's not been an easy pregnancy for me, and the end is finally in sight, I'm going to have this little Bear in my arms soon.
Looking back, it's been a scary, exciting time for me and Daddy Bear.
I was at work when I found out I was pregnant. Daddy Bear and I hadn't been together very long at all, and I'd been feeling off. I'd put the sore breasts down to being due on my period, I hadn't had any sickness, I just felt rubbish. So I tested my urine for an infection, and did a quick pregnancy test as it's protocol for 'sexually active' women in our hospital. I pottered off, I have little patience and waiting 3-5 minutes irritates me. When I came back, there was a positive test sat on the side. I assumed someone had cleared mine away and did another one. So I repeated it, and stood and watched until a faint but positive sign arrived. It was the first of many positives.
So I called Daddy Bear, and told him very tearfully. He was very quite for a very long time and agreed to talk to me when I'd finished work.
The next morning I woke up with cramps. I haven't even come to terms with my pregnancy but I was terrified that I might lose my baby. It was crazy, 24 hours before I hadn't even known about it, and today it might not happen at all. I phoned my GP, who told me to come in immediately (They sure know how to scare you). It turns out I did have a UTI, it had gotten overlooked with the whole positive pregnancy test thing. I'd never felt relief like it!!
Fast forward 4 weeks, and I'm excited about being two months into my pregnancy (little did I know how slowly it was going to go) and I start getting stabbing pains in my right side and shoulder tip pain. Now this was scary, I knew the signs of ectopic pregnancy, and this time it wasn't just my baby's life at risk, it was mine too. I went back to my GP who rushed me in for a blood test to check my HCG levels. I'd always been naive about pregnancy, not understanding the link a woman could have with a life that was barely there. Until my own was at risk.
But I was okay, and at 13 weeks I got to see my beautiful baby. It's magical, it really is. I'd accepted that there was a baby in there, but to see it moving and wriggling inside me, playing hide and seek from the sonographer.
At 20 weeks, my world came to a stop again. I was days away from my next scan when I was woken up with cramps. Nobody was home and I had to wait for Daddy Bear to come home from a night home. When he finally came back, he was trying to talk to me and I was trying to pretend I was okay, until I burst into tears with a cramp. He was running around like a headless chicken, wanting to call an ambulance. Thankfully, I managed to calm down and call the maternity ward, who dismissed it as Braxton Hicks, if it didn't get orse then see my doctor in the morning.
So I did. ANOTHER UTI was irritating my uterus into contracting, hence the regular tightenings. Yet another course of anti-biotics, which cleared the UTI but to this day I still get Braxton Hicks at regular intervals throughout the day. And a few days later, I got to see my baby again, kicking and somersaulting, and not keeping still for a single picture. It was amazing to see how much my bean had grown and changed.
Other than the Braxton Hicks, my pregnancy was fairly uneventful until a bleed at 28 weeks whilst I was at work, and another at 30 weeks. Bleeding in late pregnancy is terrifying - to have gotten so far and have the threat of that being taken away from me made my world stop turning.
But I made it!! And after 2 UTI's, thrush, chronic heartburn, SPD, and irritable uterus and various other things, I'm offically handing Baby Bear an eviction notice.
Here's to daily walks, bouncing like a maniac on my gym ball, sex, pinapples and whatever else might encourage baby out. I'll let you know how it goes
Impatiently awaiting the arrival of our full-term Baby Bear
xxx
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