What to take in your maternity hospital bag can be really tricky especially if it’s your first baby. Space for bags in maternity hospital can be cramped and you don’t really know how long your labour will last or how long you’ll be admitted for. (more…)
Pregnancy is a pain in my back side the past week, literally. I’m in a hoop with my lower back. I’ve been having lots of hot baths, rubbing tennis balls, using hot water bottles and resting when I can (which is hard with a 15m old). The pain subsides for an hour or two but then returns once I become active again. When dad is home I literally plonk my ass down and don’t move. This has resulted in beans on toast for dinner on a number of occasions but they’re been fed that’s all that matters, right?
Last month a researcher, Sharon, from RTE came across my blog an emailed us to see we were interested in recording a piece on RTEjr’s Kidspeak. Kidspeak is a series of 30-60 second standalone films that are broadcast daily between shows within the TRTE and RTEjr schedules. They run all year round and present short ‘snapshots’ of young people engaged in a variety of activities. (more…)
Have you picked up your free Eumom gift bag? It is available to all pregnant women in Ireland to celebrate pregnancy. I got a form in my first booking pregnancy pack in the Coombe earlier this year and this afternoon I picked up my free bag in my local SuperValu store. The free Eumom gift bag is filled with a mixture of samples, full-size products, vouchers and informative leaflets. Bags do vary from store to store but I’m pretty happy with everything I got in mine and after all it was all free, who doesn’t like a good freebie!
Do you hear that? The pitter patter of rain? Imagine an Irish person giving out about the little bit of sunshine we get on our little island and during the summer of all times. But it’s bliss, we’ve no excuses not to be out exploring parks entertaining the kids. Instead we had showers this morning, got into fresh pj’s and chilled for the day. There was even naps. (more…)
While I cannot wait for my little bundle to arrive, to see her little face, to show her off to the world, I can only tell you I cannot wait until this pregnancy is over. While blessed, grateful and very lucky to be able to conceive, I’m certainly not enjoying being pregnant. Third time lucky does not apply here.
I love looking at my growing bump in the mirror, realising there’s a person in there, feeling the warmth of flutters and kicks, and day-dreaming of what kind of person she is going to be.
I love when Frankie points at my belly when I talk about the baby. I love when Kayla sings nursery rhymes to her little sister, kissing and hugging my bump, ever so excited.
However, I’m hormonal, I’m tired and I certainly don’t have a glowing complexion.
I cannot chase Kayla in the park, I’m exhausted. I cannot jump on the trampoline, I feel sick. I cannot enjoy food because I have heartburn. And finally I cannot laugh, cough or sneeze because I’ll just piss myself, literally!
The last two weeks I was anxious and terrified I was leaking fluid. After a trip to Coombe I found out I was leaking, not the kind of fluid protecting my baby though, I was leaking urine. How glamorous! I’m spending my days practising my pelvic floor as I peel potatoes, hoover and go about my daily chores. Baby number three has really taken it’s toll on my body.
And then there’s all this nonsense about glowing during pregnancy.
I hate getting dressed. I feel fat, like HUGE, and shoving another sweet, cake or crisp in my mouth doesn’t help. I have an awful sweet tooth. Healthy food just doesn’t satisfy me. I find myself excited putting the kids to bed so I can gorge on sugary foods.
Then the breakouts follow. My skin is dreadful from my recent awfully bad eating habits. It’s spotty, it’s dry and sometimes it hurts.
Hormones, did I mention I’m a raving lunatic? Kids are kids, they will spill, there will be crumbs, and they will act up at inappropriate times.
Everything annoys me. The way my partner sits on the sofa agitates me, the way Kayla spends a year closing the gate on the stairs bugs the shit out of me and the fact my dog Tinkerbell is my shadow and will be for the next few months is driving me utterly insane.
I love the sun. I love the outdoors. I do not like being pregnant, the sun and outdoors combined. I don’t like the rain, snow or wind either.
I know, I’m just a whingey cow! Oh look cake…
Today we had our early anatomy scan, the ‘big’ scan most pregnant women have at 20-21 weeks because our sonographer found increased nuchal translucency at our ten week scan. While we accepted our babies increased risk of Down Syndrome, it was still a long stressful seven weeks waiting to find out our babies faith.
Today we got fantastic news. Our early anatomy today was very reassuring, with no structural abnormalities and all fetal anatomy was visual and appeared normal. We even got to see our little baby in 4d. One of the creepiest things I’ve ever seen.
We were also very naughty at our scan today, we couldn’t resist temptation and we found out the sex of our baby. Kayla has wanted a little sister forever. Looks like she won’t have to wait long either…
I’m fourteen weeks pregnant, enjoying the second trimester. I’m at the ‘eat what you want, as much as you want, do whatever you want’ stage. And so far there have been no hormonal outbursts, midnight snacking or endless toilet trips. Second trimester is treating me kind.
Some of the questions I have been asked by family, friends and strangers, my midwife or consultant didn’t even ask me. Here is a list of questions I have been asked in the past few months and things you should not actually ask a pregnant woman.
Was it planned?
Since when is it okay to interrogate someone about conception? FYI if not being on contraception means ‘planned’ then yes my little babog was planned.
Was there nothing on the telly?
Well considering half of Ireland is expecting in August, NO there was nothing on my TV in November…
Are you sure you’re not having twins?
Why don’t you just tell me I look fat! I’m pretty sure there is only one little person in there. I am NOT having twins!
I think you’re having a boy/girl…
Let’s get one thing straight you cannot guess by a person’s figure, skin, eating habits, piss or poo what gender their baby is going to be. FACT!
Are you planning anymore?
Would you ever let me push this baby out first! But if I’m honest I’m pretty sure the other half has booked in for a vasectomy.
I thought you were finished?
If I was finished having babies would I pregnant right now? No.
Can I touch your belly?
How about can I touch yours? No… Okay, you can’t touch mine either.
You may think these are all reasonable things NOT to say to a pregnant woman but I have heard them all, in this pregnancy and in less than fourteen weeks. So just to be clear, tell me I look amazing, tell me I’m glowing and tell me I’m looking radiant. DON’T TOUCH MY BELLY and we’ll all be friends.
We have been waiting for this day seven weeks now, to catch a glimpse of our little peanut, to find out how big he or she is and to confirm our due date. Today was supposed to an ecstatic, joyful and heart melting. Today was the day we had our first scan. (more…)