The problem is going to be keeping up the coolness if we eventually incubate another embryo. WAY down the track.
Anywho. Yes, I continue to be useless, and I do feel bad about it, but to give you an idea of how onto it I am with life in general these days, nevermind bloggy-life, a few days ago the husband left me to dish up dinner and then left the room for some unremembered reason while I accomplished the set task. He came back to find half our dinner on our plates ... and me cleaning the pantry. I still can't decide if it was a step up from me standing outside the loo at Birthcare when I did a tour last weekend, and then stopping a nurse to ask where the loo was. I think perhaps they just go in the basket together.
On an update front - I'm still growing, kiddly is still growing, and both are happening at an alarming rate. By the feel of it, and the fact that feet tend to stick out of my side with alarming regularity exactly where feet are not supposed to be, his Lordship is still embracing the breech way of life, but getting a bit peed off with his cramped confines. Not much I can do about it though other than attempt to balance on my swiss ball on a nightly basis, and continue with nesting, where possible (and where there's someone to crane me off the floor) at ground level on hands and knees. The cat was a bit shocked the other day to find her cat door scrubbed to sparkling ... I'm pretty sure she hasn't been able to see through that thing ever.
Our next obstetrician visit is next week, the last of the four weekers, the one where we meet the other obstetrician who, all being well, won't be delivering our baby, but just in case, will be our back up in case our own obstetrician hasn't realised that if he fails to appear on the big day for any reason short of death and even then I'll be expecting a very good explanation, I will hunt him down and do him harm. Two weeks after that we discuss my birthing plan. I was going really well with planning it until I learned at antenatal classes last weekend that you're not allowed naked flames in the birthing suites ... there goes my plan to float fifty five white candles in individual mineral water pools while listening to the sounds of the forest on DVD ... so back to square one.
I'm going to make you wait till next week for a photo though - it'll accompany the OB update. I promise! As long as my broadband doesn't do to me what it's been doing to me for weeks and have a mental breakdown for several hours around the only part of the day when I manage to sit and think coherently enough to upload photos.
And now, I am about to undertake the increasingly dangerous task of ironing. I have post-its reminding me to turn it off afterwards now though...
3 comments:
Awesome little onesie!
Sorry to hear the hospital has put a halt to the flaming birth plans. I know of a great drum group who apparently specialise in 'labour assistance through rhythm' if you're looking for ideas ;)
Drums you say? Heh. Could be worth researching to see the look on my OB's face ...
Oh yes, I remember nesting. My cats door was taking apart so all pieces could be cleaned individually and DH was shocked one day when he came into the kitchen and saw me perched on the bench mopping the ceiling.
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