Still Pregnant, Still Sick.
I haven't written much down for the past two months because I haven't really done much. The few trips out and visits in that I have managed have been horrendously difficult and fraught with nausea, and work has been something I have struggled into and occasionally failed to attain.
The n00b continues well, as far as I can tell from the nausea and the motion. I have a very active baby who is either in training to be a future wing-chun master, or otherwise convinced of the importance of a constant onslaught of tiny little kicks and punches to my voonerables. Of course in traditional parental style, I currently find the pummeling adorable, no doubt when the n00b is larger I will change my mind.
I am overdue for my next scan due to the consultant being in only on Mondays, and two weeks of bank holidays. However if all goes well we will learn the gender of the n00b next Monday. We don't particularly care so long as the baby is healthy, as it will be wearing the same dungarees, playing in the same playhouse and taking the same martial arts classes whatever flavour it is, but at least Vince and I can have 50% fewer arguments over what to call our future offspring.
I'm missing a wedding and a birthday party this weekend as I really don't have the strength to travel very far, or the fortitude not to vomit everywhere when I get there. I might try to go to another barbecue tomorrow as it is only ten minutes from my house, but the n00b is still enforcing a strict vegetarian diet and refusing to let me swallow anything that even looks or tastes slightly like red meat.
I am looking forward to July when hopefully I will be able to stop work, and therefore stop all the difficulties associated with dragging my bloated nauseous carcass through town twice a day on rush-hour buses. I am also looking forward to September. However much labour hurts and however much trouble a newborn baby is, I long to be able to eat and move around without the constant risk of throwing up. It will be nice to eat a steak, and to be covered in someone else's vomit for a change :)
The n00b continues well, as far as I can tell from the nausea and the motion. I have a very active baby who is either in training to be a future wing-chun master, or otherwise convinced of the importance of a constant onslaught of tiny little kicks and punches to my voonerables. Of course in traditional parental style, I currently find the pummeling adorable, no doubt when the n00b is larger I will change my mind.
I am overdue for my next scan due to the consultant being in only on Mondays, and two weeks of bank holidays. However if all goes well we will learn the gender of the n00b next Monday. We don't particularly care so long as the baby is healthy, as it will be wearing the same dungarees, playing in the same playhouse and taking the same martial arts classes whatever flavour it is, but at least Vince and I can have 50% fewer arguments over what to call our future offspring.
I'm missing a wedding and a birthday party this weekend as I really don't have the strength to travel very far, or the fortitude not to vomit everywhere when I get there. I might try to go to another barbecue tomorrow as it is only ten minutes from my house, but the n00b is still enforcing a strict vegetarian diet and refusing to let me swallow anything that even looks or tastes slightly like red meat.
I am looking forward to July when hopefully I will be able to stop work, and therefore stop all the difficulties associated with dragging my bloated nauseous carcass through town twice a day on rush-hour buses. I am also looking forward to September. However much labour hurts and however much trouble a newborn baby is, I long to be able to eat and move around without the constant risk of throwing up. It will be nice to eat a steak, and to be covered in someone else's vomit for a change :)