Been a grand couple of weeks. Some nice weather, bit of a breeze to keep cool. Joe even made me a washing line… He told me he’d get me one of those wind-up yokes.
The baby teased us with two FULL NIGHTS SLEEP IN HER OWN COT. There was all this talk of putting her in Kayla’s room then bang she’s climbing up her cot half kneeling-awkwardly standing smiling at us. She’ll sleep through soon, I just know it, I can feel it in my bones.
I had a hospital appointment yesterday. Platelets are grand, my current count is 83 which is good for me especially this stage in pregnancy. However, my haemoglobin levels are 8.7, not so good. And I wouldn’t mind you I’ve been taking Spa Tone for the past few weeks, just goes to show how little iron is actually in them. Galfer it is, bring on the tummy pains and constipation.
Joe’s nesting, he finished the painting in the sitting room that he started before Christmas at 7am Sunday morning. I feel like a little part of my life is complete. I’ve also started putting together my hospital bag because we’ve been housebound as both babogs have been sick.
We went to Powerscourt Waterfall on Sunday, beautiful day aside from the horrendous traffic and thousands of wasps. We met up with some of my mams workmates, and they were all saying how well behaved Frankie was. Ha! On route home, he puked all over the car, and Kayla and well everywhere. I couldn’t get out of the car quick enough, just like that viral post doing the rounds I’m a sympathetic puker. I couldn’t even look at him and I was heaving. Poor Kayla, she had to sit beside him the whole way home. The two smallies had it for a good 48 hours, littlest is fine but the boy still isn’t eating. He’s all cuddly and very attached. The bug has taken the life out of him.
I still want to gorge on chalk, I’m bl**dy exhausted running around after the three kids and the heartburn is horrendous now too. I’ve puked ’cause it got so bad some evenings. My bump feels and looks huge, I think it’s my biggest bump for 30 weeks compared to my other pregnancies. My hair, skin and nails are all amazing. Except I have a woeful rash on my arms again, it comes every pregnancy until about 35 weeks and then disappears again. My MooGoo is working wonders keeping the itchy scratchy away (when I remember to use it).
I’ve downloaded the GentleBirth app, and well I’m not completely sold yet. I’m not the meditation or mindfulness kind of person at all – a coffee and a good nap would do me BUT it’s full of great calming and deep relaxation tracks, just what I need after a busy day in this house. The other day one of the affirmations kept telling me ‘I was born to birth’, I couldn’t stop laughing – how does she know I’m in my mid-twenties on my fourth babog.
So that’s pretty much it, apart from the fact I braved my Ob’s and told her I did not want an induction and she told me ‘that’s fine’, I couldn’t believe it was as simple as saying no. Me here with my big mouth throwing out all these big words on this blog and I go into that little room and I’m like a mouse. So YAH! to no unnecessary induction just cause I labour quickly. Now I’ve just to make it to the hospital on time and prove her wrong, no pressure at all there.
It’s bloggy awards season and I’m shortlisted as Best Parenting Blog in the Maternity & Infant Awards 2016… go on, give us a VOTE (p.s the easiest way to vote is to sign in with Facebook).