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Showing posts with label Pregnancy - Month # 5. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pregnancy - Month # 5. Show all posts
Sunday, 10 July 2011
56.
We got the lady's first footwear today, a cute little flip flop from her granddad's sister, Elayne. I suppose it's one of her great aunties?! I'm not too good with this family-tree thing. Anyways, it's absolutely 'us', cute but alternative... Yeah, like us hah! She's going to love it, and as of she'll be 7 months old next summer she might as well will be able to wear it pretty much straight away.
Thursday, 7 July 2011
55.
Horror post.
Even though people not supposed to share their negative experiences about birth giving with pregnant women, I absolutely don't mind. Yes it is harsh and getting a little bit annoying with time, and I find myself more and more worried, after all I'm soon to be hitting the third trimester, getting closer and closer to the big day. Worried? A little bit. Scared? No way.
These stories I'm going to share possibly aren't the most common ones, and doesn't mean that the same would happen to me or to anyone else, but still... It happened to women around me and I heard more negative than positive experiences, and it does make me think, what if...
I'm pretty confident about being able to give birth naturally, I believe all women can, after all that's what our body made for and there were no such thing as Cesarean thousands of years ago. Hearing doctors qualify women 'Unable to give birth naturally' piss me off so much! It is a major operation and in my opinion it supposed to help women, when the baby is super over due or when it's way too big or there are more than one inside, or if there's any major complications with the baby or the mother, therefor it really is necessary.
Hearing or reading the stories below made me actually realise it's not all about the above. It's either the doctors forcing the women to have it done cause the baby is a week or so over due and they rather cut the mother up than to wait, or either there are serious health issues going on and the parent need to have it done, and in that case they usually leave it for a while as it is, causing health problems to both the baby and the mother.
Two extreme situations which I could never have dreamt of. After all, when you are in the hospital, you think you are surrounded by qualified people and here we go. In one case the C section isn't needed at all, in the second case it is very much needed and they don't give a shit about it. What kind of world we are living in?!
Talking about shit... For time being I didn't even know babies can poo inside their mother, although thinking about it makes sense. When the baby is engaged that means it wants to come out soon, cause it's ready for the big thing called Life. Therefor all it's little organs are functioning perfectly, the digestive system too. Be clever and add it up. I wonder what would the doctors do if I'd have my daily biggest crap stored for them and use their mouth as a toilet?! A poo is poo, no matter what. If a baby poos in you, you don't leave it floating around in it, in it's mother. Mother has a womb, the womb has amniotic fluid mixed with poo in it, with a baby in it who eats bits of amniotic fluid. Hello?!
Anyways, I'm not going to mention names in respect for the people.
Story 1.
Person 1's wife had four (!) C sections, and all of them left her scarred inside and out. That's when I found out about the vicious circle. When you have your first Cesarean (Which isn't always necessary.) they more likely to give you another one, the second time. After you had two, they make a note in your folder and you are unlikely to get out of it the third, fourth... Etc. times. You are basically stamped.
Story 2.
Person 2 had two, the first one went well, but the second time they left bits of the placenta in her. She was in agony, not to mention the blood loss she had, caused by this.
Story 3.
Person 3 had two as well, the first went kind of well, apart from the loose stitches they gave to her and the cut has opened a few weeks after her operation. The second time she wasn't lucky enough; Got told she's not able to deliver naturally, the baby poo thing happened and they left them there for 12 hours before the operation. Even though the baby is fine, Person 3 got infected and had to have numerous other operations, one problem led to another and that's that. Her womb had to have removed, lost a liter or so of blood, all her insides got swollen and basically was living on machines sedated for 3 months. All this from the doctors being neglectful.
Story 4.
Person 4 had the same baby poo issue, they left her like that for 48 hours. She almost lost the battle for her life.
Story 5.
Person 5 had two C sections and a natural. She got forced into both, first time they said the baby wasn't developing properly, had to go through the pain before her 40th week, her wound got infected pretty much straight away but no one gave a damn about it so once when it opened and sanies started to flood out of it she had to go back to the hospital. The second time when her contractions started they didn't let her push and to get up from the bed, she had to remain seated even though she could've had the baby quick and easy in a standing position. (After all you are the one feeling what's the best for you, nah?!) Seeing her annoyed -not just- cause of the pain, they forced her to have Epidural which made the baby's heart rate drop radically so they ordered an emergency section for her. They only pushed her into the theatre an hour later. Another slow, 2 months on antibiotics and pain. The third time even though no one believed in her and she got told she's risking her own and her baby's life (During her last visit in hospital they wanted to keep her in for another emergency C section.) she didn't give up... And she gave birth to her third child naturally, at home.
Story 1. 2. and 3. (8 birth all together, yes.) took place at the hospital I'm registered to, so no wonder why do I want to change it or do it at home.
I obviously hear positive experiences too, a friend who had her labour at home and went to the hospital at the very end (I temp to believe it's a good idea cause then the pushy idiots don't have time to be impatient and to order you a Cesarean, in fact they get you in the middle of birth giving.), another one who had her first and yet only baby at home, and another couple who have been given birth in hospitals naturally, without any problems or complications. (In this case I can't be optimistic though as we are talking about my friends' mums whom gave birth to my mates 20+ years ago.)
I think, all in all, the saddest thing is that when you are in the hospital you're likely to believe the doctors are on your side, they want the best for you and you trust them. For no reason whatsoever.
Even though people not supposed to share their negative experiences about birth giving with pregnant women, I absolutely don't mind. Yes it is harsh and getting a little bit annoying with time, and I find myself more and more worried, after all I'm soon to be hitting the third trimester, getting closer and closer to the big day. Worried? A little bit. Scared? No way.
These stories I'm going to share possibly aren't the most common ones, and doesn't mean that the same would happen to me or to anyone else, but still... It happened to women around me and I heard more negative than positive experiences, and it does make me think, what if...
I'm pretty confident about being able to give birth naturally, I believe all women can, after all that's what our body made for and there were no such thing as Cesarean thousands of years ago. Hearing doctors qualify women 'Unable to give birth naturally' piss me off so much! It is a major operation and in my opinion it supposed to help women, when the baby is super over due or when it's way too big or there are more than one inside, or if there's any major complications with the baby or the mother, therefor it really is necessary.
Hearing or reading the stories below made me actually realise it's not all about the above. It's either the doctors forcing the women to have it done cause the baby is a week or so over due and they rather cut the mother up than to wait, or either there are serious health issues going on and the parent need to have it done, and in that case they usually leave it for a while as it is, causing health problems to both the baby and the mother.
Two extreme situations which I could never have dreamt of. After all, when you are in the hospital, you think you are surrounded by qualified people and here we go. In one case the C section isn't needed at all, in the second case it is very much needed and they don't give a shit about it. What kind of world we are living in?!
Talking about shit... For time being I didn't even know babies can poo inside their mother, although thinking about it makes sense. When the baby is engaged that means it wants to come out soon, cause it's ready for the big thing called Life. Therefor all it's little organs are functioning perfectly, the digestive system too. Be clever and add it up. I wonder what would the doctors do if I'd have my daily biggest crap stored for them and use their mouth as a toilet?! A poo is poo, no matter what. If a baby poos in you, you don't leave it floating around in it, in it's mother. Mother has a womb, the womb has amniotic fluid mixed with poo in it, with a baby in it who eats bits of amniotic fluid. Hello?!
Anyways, I'm not going to mention names in respect for the people.
Story 1.
Person 1's wife had four (!) C sections, and all of them left her scarred inside and out. That's when I found out about the vicious circle. When you have your first Cesarean (Which isn't always necessary.) they more likely to give you another one, the second time. After you had two, they make a note in your folder and you are unlikely to get out of it the third, fourth... Etc. times. You are basically stamped.
Story 2.
Person 2 had two, the first one went well, but the second time they left bits of the placenta in her. She was in agony, not to mention the blood loss she had, caused by this.
Story 3.
Person 3 had two as well, the first went kind of well, apart from the loose stitches they gave to her and the cut has opened a few weeks after her operation. The second time she wasn't lucky enough; Got told she's not able to deliver naturally, the baby poo thing happened and they left them there for 12 hours before the operation. Even though the baby is fine, Person 3 got infected and had to have numerous other operations, one problem led to another and that's that. Her womb had to have removed, lost a liter or so of blood, all her insides got swollen and basically was living on machines sedated for 3 months. All this from the doctors being neglectful.
Story 4.
Person 4 had the same baby poo issue, they left her like that for 48 hours. She almost lost the battle for her life.
Story 5.
Person 5 had two C sections and a natural. She got forced into both, first time they said the baby wasn't developing properly, had to go through the pain before her 40th week, her wound got infected pretty much straight away but no one gave a damn about it so once when it opened and sanies started to flood out of it she had to go back to the hospital. The second time when her contractions started they didn't let her push and to get up from the bed, she had to remain seated even though she could've had the baby quick and easy in a standing position. (After all you are the one feeling what's the best for you, nah?!) Seeing her annoyed -not just- cause of the pain, they forced her to have Epidural which made the baby's heart rate drop radically so they ordered an emergency section for her. They only pushed her into the theatre an hour later. Another slow, 2 months on antibiotics and pain. The third time even though no one believed in her and she got told she's risking her own and her baby's life (During her last visit in hospital they wanted to keep her in for another emergency C section.) she didn't give up... And she gave birth to her third child naturally, at home.
Story 1. 2. and 3. (8 birth all together, yes.) took place at the hospital I'm registered to, so no wonder why do I want to change it or do it at home.
I obviously hear positive experiences too, a friend who had her labour at home and went to the hospital at the very end (I temp to believe it's a good idea cause then the pushy idiots don't have time to be impatient and to order you a Cesarean, in fact they get you in the middle of birth giving.), another one who had her first and yet only baby at home, and another couple who have been given birth in hospitals naturally, without any problems or complications. (In this case I can't be optimistic though as we are talking about my friends' mums whom gave birth to my mates 20+ years ago.)
I think, all in all, the saddest thing is that when you are in the hospital you're likely to believe the doctors are on your side, they want the best for you and you trust them. For no reason whatsoever.
54.
After waking up, Lee was having his usual first cigarette, listening the kids playing on the estate next to ours when we heard one of their parents (?) shouting out to them -'Shut up!' then he turned to me -'Please don't be like this.'
I carcked up as it's exactly what I'm like when people piss me off. Obviously after telling them off calmly, explaining why is whatever they are doing is annoying.
Anyways, the kids came to our estate to play after they got shushed and one to another -'You ugly. This is what I tell Lea.' (Lea is our next door neighbour who I mentioned before and a really down-to-earth nice little girl, possibly the only one of them all.) I got proper upset, not because it was about her, more likely the fact that how come to these 5 year odd kids telling to each other this?!
All of us are different, this is why we are beautiful. Even though if one looks prettier than the other you just don't say such things! I know that they are kids but what's with their parents?! These children are the true mirror of their pops, so well done is all I can stay.
Right after all the above happened Lea and this another girl was playing outside our place (Them two are the youngest.) and broke our ashtray by accident, a little bottle with water and numerous butts in it.
It stank like hell, obviously. Lee went to sweep it up straight away, when Lea's dad came out with a broom too. I mean, until a certain age you are the one responsible to whatever your child does, even though Lee told him not to worry about sorting it out, I felt absolutely touched. (Shame though, how rare these things are nowadays.)
That's how it supposed to be, decent people with decent kids, and not neglected spoiled little twits being shouted -'Shut up!' at all the time.
If you can't or don't want to make the effort, don't have a kid. Simples.
I carcked up as it's exactly what I'm like when people piss me off. Obviously after telling them off calmly, explaining why is whatever they are doing is annoying.
Anyways, the kids came to our estate to play after they got shushed and one to another -'You ugly. This is what I tell Lea.' (Lea is our next door neighbour who I mentioned before and a really down-to-earth nice little girl, possibly the only one of them all.) I got proper upset, not because it was about her, more likely the fact that how come to these 5 year odd kids telling to each other this?!
All of us are different, this is why we are beautiful. Even though if one looks prettier than the other you just don't say such things! I know that they are kids but what's with their parents?! These children are the true mirror of their pops, so well done is all I can stay.
Right after all the above happened Lea and this another girl was playing outside our place (Them two are the youngest.) and broke our ashtray by accident, a little bottle with water and numerous butts in it.
It stank like hell, obviously. Lee went to sweep it up straight away, when Lea's dad came out with a broom too. I mean, until a certain age you are the one responsible to whatever your child does, even though Lee told him not to worry about sorting it out, I felt absolutely touched. (Shame though, how rare these things are nowadays.)
That's how it supposed to be, decent people with decent kids, and not neglected spoiled little twits being shouted -'Shut up!' at all the time.
If you can't or don't want to make the effort, don't have a kid. Simples.
53.
Lee is promoting my blog on his site and this what's under one of the links directing you to here with a smiley at the end:
*WARNING - She doesn't hold back and there's some NAUGHTY language*
I totally understand why it's there, mainly his family reads that site while my blog isn't for a particular age group but if it was, I'd say it was more likely for young mums, mum-to-be's, kind of my age give or take 5-10 years.
No one yet complained about my language though and wouldn't actually give a damn if anyone did. It's my blog, no one makes you read it, can easily close the tab if you find it offensive. People might've already done it, I don't know. These are my thoughts, my notes, feel privileged that I'm sharing all this with yous. End of story.
Anyways, I'm not having a go at no one, just felt necessary to publish how I feel about it.
Now here is the perfect time to talk about something very much related to this. Hormones and women changing during pregnancy.
I obviously can't say for sure that I'm not going to change after becoming a mother, but what I can say is; I do not want to change. I'm a realistic person and I know I already have, and I know I most probably will cause that's what mother's do, that's in our nature. But that doesn't mean that we have to start and act like those lovey-dovey ladies, living in their perfect fucking bubbles, making cookies for the neighbours every Sunday and stuff like that. I'm not going to stop swearing and use the 'F' word and the 'C' word, and the other mean words (In front of my girl maybe, especially when she's getting older and picking up on words, while starting to learn to talk.), I'm not going to stop hanging out with my friends, I'm not going to stop drinking, I'm not going to take my piercings and dreads out, I'm not going to start to wear pastel clothes and be a hypocritical fake doll.
I know, not all the mums are like this, but the point is taken and suppose it's understood.
So if anyone who reads this blog has their last hope in me getting 'wiser', 'growing out of this style' or anything similar to this due to hormone changes, I have to disappoint you all: I had to grow up quick (At the age of 13 due to family things.), I am who I am, and I'm not going to change for no one. Love me or leave me.
Thank you.
*WARNING - She doesn't hold back and there's some NAUGHTY language*
I totally understand why it's there, mainly his family reads that site while my blog isn't for a particular age group but if it was, I'd say it was more likely for young mums, mum-to-be's, kind of my age give or take 5-10 years.
No one yet complained about my language though and wouldn't actually give a damn if anyone did. It's my blog, no one makes you read it, can easily close the tab if you find it offensive. People might've already done it, I don't know. These are my thoughts, my notes, feel privileged that I'm sharing all this with yous. End of story.
Anyways, I'm not having a go at no one, just felt necessary to publish how I feel about it.
Now here is the perfect time to talk about something very much related to this. Hormones and women changing during pregnancy.
I obviously can't say for sure that I'm not going to change after becoming a mother, but what I can say is; I do not want to change. I'm a realistic person and I know I already have, and I know I most probably will cause that's what mother's do, that's in our nature. But that doesn't mean that we have to start and act like those lovey-dovey ladies, living in their perfect fucking bubbles, making cookies for the neighbours every Sunday and stuff like that. I'm not going to stop swearing and use the 'F' word and the 'C' word, and the other mean words (In front of my girl maybe, especially when she's getting older and picking up on words, while starting to learn to talk.), I'm not going to stop hanging out with my friends, I'm not going to stop drinking, I'm not going to take my piercings and dreads out, I'm not going to start to wear pastel clothes and be a hypocritical fake doll.
I know, not all the mums are like this, but the point is taken and suppose it's understood.
So if anyone who reads this blog has their last hope in me getting 'wiser', 'growing out of this style' or anything similar to this due to hormone changes, I have to disappoint you all: I had to grow up quick (At the age of 13 due to family things.), I am who I am, and I'm not going to change for no one. Love me or leave me.
Thank you.
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
52.
Just realised I can't remember of posting about my friend Szonja yet.
She is the girl I lived in the same house with, ever since I was a child. My parents still live there so do hers. She is a few months older than me, we went to the same nursery and same primary school like ages ago. I remember it was usually her mum taking us to school, and my mum picking us up.
Anyway, when I was 12 I left the school for a different one, and haven't since spoken to her until I found her on Facebook in around February. We got in touch again, talking about how different both our lives are, I'm here in the UK with the look no one really expected me to have (No, it's not the light-headed talk, it's the piercing-tattoo talk.), while she got married, lives with her husband and all that. After all 12 years is 12 years.
I remember once, in middle of February me and the boys were out on a Friday night, sitting in a pub, and I was reading her message about work, life and how much they are trying for a baby. I replied her then and there, and that it was kind of, she might have messaged me after but I didn't reply or all the way round, it doesn't really matter.
What matter is that she found me on Facebook a month ago seeing I was pregnant saying congratulation and dropping the bomb: She is too! I'm about a couple of weeks ahead her, and just for the fun of it I have to mention that I conceived on the day we swapped our last messages, where she said she's dying to have a baby and where I was like -'Whatever, we are not planning anything at the moment with Lee'.
I mean how grotesque life is?! Beautiful but grotesque.
She is the girl I lived in the same house with, ever since I was a child. My parents still live there so do hers. She is a few months older than me, we went to the same nursery and same primary school like ages ago. I remember it was usually her mum taking us to school, and my mum picking us up.
Anyway, when I was 12 I left the school for a different one, and haven't since spoken to her until I found her on Facebook in around February. We got in touch again, talking about how different both our lives are, I'm here in the UK with the look no one really expected me to have (No, it's not the light-headed talk, it's the piercing-tattoo talk.), while she got married, lives with her husband and all that. After all 12 years is 12 years.
I remember once, in middle of February me and the boys were out on a Friday night, sitting in a pub, and I was reading her message about work, life and how much they are trying for a baby. I replied her then and there, and that it was kind of, she might have messaged me after but I didn't reply or all the way round, it doesn't really matter.
What matter is that she found me on Facebook a month ago seeing I was pregnant saying congratulation and dropping the bomb: She is too! I'm about a couple of weeks ahead her, and just for the fun of it I have to mention that I conceived on the day we swapped our last messages, where she said she's dying to have a baby and where I was like -'Whatever, we are not planning anything at the moment with Lee'.
I mean how grotesque life is?! Beautiful but grotesque.
51.
First official kick from the inside!
This time I'm 99% sure about it, was a little bit stronger than the last time but a double kick again. She's still moving around at the moment, possibly this is the longest and most intense movements I've ever felt from her yet.
I must've woken her up bouncing around on my birthing ball, and with eating that sandwich.
Weird cause I was just thinking about the birth giving itself in the past hour or so while was sitting on my ball. This time even though I felt comfortable I could kind of understand why do people say the ball 'shakes' the baby to it's place, therefor it is very helpful at the end of the pregnancy. I know it's most probably only in my head, but it felt like she was sliding a little bit lower with each 'bounce'. She is low in me anyway, none of the nurses pointed it out but I can feel it, she squatted in to the bottom of my stomach.
This made me think; What if sitting on the ball at this early stage (I've only just passed my 22nd week.) isn't a good idea?! And what if she came early?! Not early early like in the 6th-7th month but like a week earlier or something. I was so sure that I'll be giving birth at least a few day after my due date and now I'm all clueless again.
Also as Lee pointed it out the other morning when he came to bed after work, me and the baby were both sleeping on his side of the bed. I always go asleep on the middle when I'm alone anyway, the only way I can get comfortable is to spread out as much as I can, that's usually me sleeping across the bed, head on Lee's pillow, one leg off of the bed on my side, the another pulled up in a knee-to-stomach position in the middle. When he came in I obviously had to move to make space for him, so I turned on my back and there it was; The bump clearly hanging on one side of my stomach, on Lee's side of the bed of course. Girl power, that's all I have to say haha!
This time I'm 99% sure about it, was a little bit stronger than the last time but a double kick again. She's still moving around at the moment, possibly this is the longest and most intense movements I've ever felt from her yet.
I must've woken her up bouncing around on my birthing ball, and with eating that sandwich.
Weird cause I was just thinking about the birth giving itself in the past hour or so while was sitting on my ball. This time even though I felt comfortable I could kind of understand why do people say the ball 'shakes' the baby to it's place, therefor it is very helpful at the end of the pregnancy. I know it's most probably only in my head, but it felt like she was sliding a little bit lower with each 'bounce'. She is low in me anyway, none of the nurses pointed it out but I can feel it, she squatted in to the bottom of my stomach.
This made me think; What if sitting on the ball at this early stage (I've only just passed my 22nd week.) isn't a good idea?! And what if she came early?! Not early early like in the 6th-7th month but like a week earlier or something. I was so sure that I'll be giving birth at least a few day after my due date and now I'm all clueless again.
Also as Lee pointed it out the other morning when he came to bed after work, me and the baby were both sleeping on his side of the bed. I always go asleep on the middle when I'm alone anyway, the only way I can get comfortable is to spread out as much as I can, that's usually me sleeping across the bed, head on Lee's pillow, one leg off of the bed on my side, the another pulled up in a knee-to-stomach position in the middle. When he came in I obviously had to move to make space for him, so I turned on my back and there it was; The bump clearly hanging on one side of my stomach, on Lee's side of the bed of course. Girl power, that's all I have to say haha!
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
50.
Although we do have Sky we don't do this Premier Extra + whatever, therefor we 'only' have let's say 300 channels instead of 600, so I can't say I'm keeping up with today's cartoons.
A few weeks back we went to see Alfie and Kyra at Louise's place, and one of these Sky+ cartoon channels was on, Kyra was watching it (I think it was the Disney Channel?!) and fuck me, it was horrible!
No offense neither to Ky nor to her parents, it's just the fact that cartoons became proper shite in the past let's say 10 years, unbelievable. I was literally sitting there feeling not just old fashioned but old too.
We watched two, half an hour each cartoons and it took us about 10 minutes to realise one has just finished and the other one was on now. Same, poorly drawn characters, stupid story, simply disaster.
Since my responsibility will be to look after, raise and teach this little lady, I have to make sure she'll be smart enough for her age. It sounds ridiculous I know... I do not for a moment doubt her abilities, I doubt myself and my teaching skills. Since neither of us is a big reader (Harry Potter will be a must but I was talking about it previously. No matter what people say, it is a brilliant book for older kids, with quite an interesting and occult background.) we most probably will let her watch cartoons, why not?! But not these new wave dumb craps, no.
For a matter of fact, I'm planning on downloading a massive amount of oldschool cartoon series in Hungarian, -even though the cartoon itself might originally be on a different language- since I want to try and teach her the language, and old Disney movies in English. You know, I'm talking about well drawn fairy tales with a story behind each frame.
So here I'm sharing my off-hand list, if anyone reading this blog could think of anything else to be added, please post a comment, would be much much appreciated.
The series (Extended links are in English.):
- Magyar Népmesék
- Mézga Család
- Hupikék Törpikék
- Elsüllyedt Világok
- Egyszer Volt Hol Nem Volt... Az Élet
- Pumukli
- A Hercegnő És A Kobold (Film)
- Szaffi (Film)
- Macskafogó (Film)
The films:
- The Little Mermaid
- Aristocats
- Alice In Wonderland
- 1001 Dalmatians
- Cinderella
- All Dogs Go To Heaven
- Lion King
- Jungle Book
I suppose the list can go on forever, but that's all I could think of right now, that's why I need your help. Many thanks.
A few weeks back we went to see Alfie and Kyra at Louise's place, and one of these Sky+ cartoon channels was on, Kyra was watching it (I think it was the Disney Channel?!) and fuck me, it was horrible!
No offense neither to Ky nor to her parents, it's just the fact that cartoons became proper shite in the past let's say 10 years, unbelievable. I was literally sitting there feeling not just old fashioned but old too.
We watched two, half an hour each cartoons and it took us about 10 minutes to realise one has just finished and the other one was on now. Same, poorly drawn characters, stupid story, simply disaster.
Since my responsibility will be to look after, raise and teach this little lady, I have to make sure she'll be smart enough for her age. It sounds ridiculous I know... I do not for a moment doubt her abilities, I doubt myself and my teaching skills. Since neither of us is a big reader (Harry Potter will be a must but I was talking about it previously. No matter what people say, it is a brilliant book for older kids, with quite an interesting and occult background.) we most probably will let her watch cartoons, why not?! But not these new wave dumb craps, no.
For a matter of fact, I'm planning on downloading a massive amount of oldschool cartoon series in Hungarian, -even though the cartoon itself might originally be on a different language- since I want to try and teach her the language, and old Disney movies in English. You know, I'm talking about well drawn fairy tales with a story behind each frame.
So here I'm sharing my off-hand list, if anyone reading this blog could think of anything else to be added, please post a comment, would be much much appreciated.
The series (Extended links are in English.):
- Magyar Népmesék
- Mézga Család
- Hupikék Törpikék
- Elsüllyedt Világok
- Egyszer Volt Hol Nem Volt... Az Élet
- Pumukli
- A Hercegnő És A Kobold (Film)
- Szaffi (Film)
- Macskafogó (Film)
The films:
- The Little Mermaid
- Aristocats
- Alice In Wonderland
- 1001 Dalmatians
- Cinderella
- All Dogs Go To Heaven
- Lion King
- Jungle Book
I suppose the list can go on forever, but that's all I could think of right now, that's why I need your help. Many thanks.
49.
A little more about health.
Yesterday the fact that the mother-to-be's teeth do damage during pregnancy hit me hard. I always had sensitive teeth and since I'm pregnant I felt it slightly more but last night... Well last night my tooth just broke. And it was the fault of a desperately wanted cherry. As soon as I bit in the first one I somehow knocked the seed gently, with my tooth and that it was. The interesting bit is that my filling kept itself in it's perfect place, it was my actual tooth broken out from under.
Wasn't happy at all. Had to have a midnight trip to Tesco, buy an emergency kit and trying to fix it for myself, uuntil I had an appointment to my dentist this morning. It's perfectly fine now, but think I will be back on the Calcium + Vitamin D combination shortly, just in case. Lee reckons this bone/teeth health could be caused of me growing bones inside me. Haven't looked into it, but makes perfect sense.
Another thing is the boob thing. They are getting massive! Didn't think I ever will be saying this, but uncomfortably massive! I never had issues with my tits, in fact, pretty much the only thing on my body I haven't had issues with, but liked them on the way they were. Don't get me wrong, they are still in shape and stuff, they just big. (Well... At least Lee still loves them, if not more than before, hah!) I think the worst coming with big boobs -apart from the back ache- is sweat rash! So painful, and can't do much about it, just using enormous amount of baby powder daily. That although, does the job pretty damn good.
I even had to get to point where I was in need of changing my nipple bar, cause it got proper tight. Now wearing one of my rings, but it's not just eek (Door knocker.) but looks uncomfortable if that makes sense. It does not feel uncomfortable, just looks like it. I had problems with unscrewing the balls of my bar but since getting it sorted (Thanks to the rubber gloves and the years of experience I have.) I now know what's what, and might put it back in or just keep swapping them until the bubba gets here. After that... Well that's another question.
Planning on breastfeeding as it's healthier for the baby, but I don't want to protract it for longer than a few months. So here are my researches.
'If you plan to have a child and breastfeed in the future, you may wonder if you should get your nipples pierced at all. I've had people tell me they've heard all kinds of crazy rumors about breastfeeding with pierced nipples, but you only need to concern yourself with the facts. The facts are that in most cases, pierced nipples do not cause a problem when breastfeeding; In fact, some have found that it actually increases their milk flow (Flow, not production.), making it easier to nurse. Some nursing mothers say they even keep the jewelry in (Including during feedings.), although I personally do not recommend this. You need to carefully consider what goes into your child's mouth at all times, and a piercing can be a breeding ground for bacteria. It's much easier to keep it clean without the jewelry in place.
If you remove the jewelry permanently while you are nursing, the hole may very well close up and then you would need to repierce your nipple when you are ready.
If you remove the jewelry only for feeding sessions, it shouldn't be a problem replacing it after the feeding is over. But constant removal and replacement of the jewelry can be annoying or even cause the piercing to become sore. Since breastfeeding can already cause sore nipples, you really won't want to cause any additional aggravation.'
'Several complications have been noted involving breastfeeding with a piercing present, so it is recommended to remove nipple jewelry before nursing. Several complications resulting from nursing with nipple jewelry inserted can include poor latch, slurping, gagging, and milk leaking from the baby's mouth.
It can also be a potential choking hazard for the baby. As the baby sucks, the ends on a barbell (iIf worn.) may come loose and could possibly lodge in the baby's throat (A captive bead ring, properly inserted, would lessen the risk of anything becoming loose, falling out, and lodging in the throat). The baby's gums and tongue as well as the soft and hard palate could be injured by the jewelry.'
Yesterday the fact that the mother-to-be's teeth do damage during pregnancy hit me hard. I always had sensitive teeth and since I'm pregnant I felt it slightly more but last night... Well last night my tooth just broke. And it was the fault of a desperately wanted cherry. As soon as I bit in the first one I somehow knocked the seed gently, with my tooth and that it was. The interesting bit is that my filling kept itself in it's perfect place, it was my actual tooth broken out from under.
Wasn't happy at all. Had to have a midnight trip to Tesco, buy an emergency kit and trying to fix it for myself, uuntil I had an appointment to my dentist this morning. It's perfectly fine now, but think I will be back on the Calcium + Vitamin D combination shortly, just in case. Lee reckons this bone/teeth health could be caused of me growing bones inside me. Haven't looked into it, but makes perfect sense.
Another thing is the boob thing. They are getting massive! Didn't think I ever will be saying this, but uncomfortably massive! I never had issues with my tits, in fact, pretty much the only thing on my body I haven't had issues with, but liked them on the way they were. Don't get me wrong, they are still in shape and stuff, they just big. (Well... At least Lee still loves them, if not more than before, hah!) I think the worst coming with big boobs -apart from the back ache- is sweat rash! So painful, and can't do much about it, just using enormous amount of baby powder daily. That although, does the job pretty damn good.
I even had to get to point where I was in need of changing my nipple bar, cause it got proper tight. Now wearing one of my rings, but it's not just eek (Door knocker.) but looks uncomfortable if that makes sense. It does not feel uncomfortable, just looks like it. I had problems with unscrewing the balls of my bar but since getting it sorted (Thanks to the rubber gloves and the years of experience I have.) I now know what's what, and might put it back in or just keep swapping them until the bubba gets here. After that... Well that's another question.
Planning on breastfeeding as it's healthier for the baby, but I don't want to protract it for longer than a few months. So here are my researches.
'If you plan to have a child and breastfeed in the future, you may wonder if you should get your nipples pierced at all. I've had people tell me they've heard all kinds of crazy rumors about breastfeeding with pierced nipples, but you only need to concern yourself with the facts. The facts are that in most cases, pierced nipples do not cause a problem when breastfeeding; In fact, some have found that it actually increases their milk flow (Flow, not production.), making it easier to nurse. Some nursing mothers say they even keep the jewelry in (Including during feedings.), although I personally do not recommend this. You need to carefully consider what goes into your child's mouth at all times, and a piercing can be a breeding ground for bacteria. It's much easier to keep it clean without the jewelry in place.
If you remove the jewelry permanently while you are nursing, the hole may very well close up and then you would need to repierce your nipple when you are ready.
If you remove the jewelry only for feeding sessions, it shouldn't be a problem replacing it after the feeding is over. But constant removal and replacement of the jewelry can be annoying or even cause the piercing to become sore. Since breastfeeding can already cause sore nipples, you really won't want to cause any additional aggravation.'
'Several complications have been noted involving breastfeeding with a piercing present, so it is recommended to remove nipple jewelry before nursing. Several complications resulting from nursing with nipple jewelry inserted can include poor latch, slurping, gagging, and milk leaking from the baby's mouth.
It can also be a potential choking hazard for the baby. As the baby sucks, the ends on a barbell (iIf worn.) may come loose and could possibly lodge in the baby's throat (A captive bead ring, properly inserted, would lessen the risk of anything becoming loose, falling out, and lodging in the throat). The baby's gums and tongue as well as the soft and hard palate could be injured by the jewelry.'
48.
I've officially lost the center of my gravity in the past few weeks. It's not just about being harder to lean over, more likely not to be able to get up from the sofa without pushing myself up, turning over in bed takes more effort, and sitting down has changed more likely to dropping down. Also, you know you are getting bigger when using the handles on the sides of the bath becomes regular, in fact, you are wishing that there was one right beside your bed too.
Not to mention the bump is clear, getting bigger day by day no matter the amount I eat. And the girl is like me; Fidgeting like a lunatic. The best word I can describe her movements with is 'cute'.
I still yet to start the exercises on my birthing ball, but I have to admit it is indeed better sitting around on it than on the sofa. Easier to get up, good for the baby and comfortable for me too, even though nothing supports my back. It is an issue after a few hours, but the after all the result is still better.
I heard another few horror stories about a few London hospitals, just on a mission to try and find out which one are they, so next week when I'm checking with my midwife whether or not I'm able to change hospitals I'll know where not to go to. (Another post about these stories, sometimes soon.)
I'm still in a hope though that we'll be able to move flat before my due date, then so I can give birth at home even though Lee isn't 100% supporting the idea. My main issue at Jackie's (Lee's aunt's flat where we live at the moment.) that there's carpet everywhere. I mean everywhere, apart from the tiny kitchen and the small bathroom where I clearly won't be able to fit myself, the boy, the doctor and the midwife comfortable. Especially cause I'd like to give birth in water as well.
We just got back from one of the sites who does the funky baby blankets, saying they only have one design left so if they do send our refund we'll be getting this one. (Even though so far everything we ordered to the lady is black, still, this is the best designed baby blanket we could find. She'll love it. She'll be a little hippie goth.)
Not to mention the bump is clear, getting bigger day by day no matter the amount I eat. And the girl is like me; Fidgeting like a lunatic. The best word I can describe her movements with is 'cute'.
I still yet to start the exercises on my birthing ball, but I have to admit it is indeed better sitting around on it than on the sofa. Easier to get up, good for the baby and comfortable for me too, even though nothing supports my back. It is an issue after a few hours, but the after all the result is still better.
I heard another few horror stories about a few London hospitals, just on a mission to try and find out which one are they, so next week when I'm checking with my midwife whether or not I'm able to change hospitals I'll know where not to go to. (Another post about these stories, sometimes soon.)
I'm still in a hope though that we'll be able to move flat before my due date, then so I can give birth at home even though Lee isn't 100% supporting the idea. My main issue at Jackie's (Lee's aunt's flat where we live at the moment.) that there's carpet everywhere. I mean everywhere, apart from the tiny kitchen and the small bathroom where I clearly won't be able to fit myself, the boy, the doctor and the midwife comfortable. Especially cause I'd like to give birth in water as well.
We just got back from one of the sites who does the funky baby blankets, saying they only have one design left so if they do send our refund we'll be getting this one. (Even though so far everything we ordered to the lady is black, still, this is the best designed baby blanket we could find. She'll love it. She'll be a little hippie goth.)
Sunday, 3 July 2011
47.
Today I'm frustrated. Today is the day when I had the very first panic attack for years. Today I sit on the sofa on hysterical tears, chocking for air with my shoulders and hands being numb. Today I hate me, I hate you and I hate everyone.
Today I'm angry. Today I want to go upstairs and kill all my neighbours with a buttering kinfe for being loud, walking around loud, banging every minute of every day. Today I want to go out and drop-kick all the little kids on the face. Today I'm fed up with Lee being able to sleep, snore and having only one day off this week spending it with his mates in front of the Xbox, leaving me bored. Today I bawled at the cat for being a cat. Today I want to spit in the mirror for being useless, ugly, boring and bored. Today I want to break something very nice and expensive. Today I just want to curl up in the dark and sleep in peace finally. Today is the 7th day of my illness and I'm tired.
Today I wish I had a different life, and I hate myself for it. Today I pity myself for not being able to be happy.
Today my hormones are fucking with me.
Today I'm angry. Today I want to go upstairs and kill all my neighbours with a buttering kinfe for being loud, walking around loud, banging every minute of every day. Today I want to go out and drop-kick all the little kids on the face. Today I'm fed up with Lee being able to sleep, snore and having only one day off this week spending it with his mates in front of the Xbox, leaving me bored. Today I bawled at the cat for being a cat. Today I want to spit in the mirror for being useless, ugly, boring and bored. Today I want to break something very nice and expensive. Today I just want to curl up in the dark and sleep in peace finally. Today is the 7th day of my illness and I'm tired.
Today I wish I had a different life, and I hate myself for it. Today I pity myself for not being able to be happy.
Today my hormones are fucking with me.
Friday, 1 July 2011
46.
I for some reason didn't even think of looking at the astrology bit of our girl's but Lee hooked me on it with only one link, even though he doesn't actually believe in these things. I'm bang on doing researches now haha!
I never been a big fan of Scorpios, probably cause my mum is one and we didn't and still don't particularly get on well, but in the another hand Lee's mum is a Scorpio too and it's impossible not to get on well with her.
Compatible zodiac signs for a Scorpio baby's parents are Cancer, Virgo, Taurus (Lee), Capricorn (Me) and Pisces. So we are half way there.
I never been a big fan of Scorpios, probably cause my mum is one and we didn't and still don't particularly get on well, but in the another hand Lee's mum is a Scorpio too and it's impossible not to get on well with her.
Compatible zodiac signs for a Scorpio baby's parents are Cancer, Virgo, Taurus (Lee), Capricorn (Me) and Pisces. So we are half way there.
'Scorpios are the most intense, profound, powerful characters in the
zodiac. From a younger age they have strong personalities and know what
they want and will make sure that they get it.
The Scorpio child will be active, quick to learn and intelligent. They
have a very curious nature and are very inquisitive, especially anything
hidden, mysterious or forbidden. You as Parents will need to develop a
tactful way of guiding your child away from such situations or objects.
The Scorpio child likes to be honest and truthful and reciprocates the
same from his parents and friends. Do not try to flatter them as this
may not yield fruitful results.
They like people to be loyal to them and usually have as friends kids
who are more powerful or elder to them. Your Scorpio child will thrive
if you give him tasks that are meaningful.'
And about us:
'This grounded pair will work together to build a wall that protects and
nurtures their children. Although they have their feel planted firmly in
the material world, these two signs also have the ability to enjoy life
to the fullest. Taurus will get down on the floor to cuddle and
wrestle, while Capricorn will find fun ways to teach strategy games and
practical skills -- like how to count money or do grocery shopping. Both
parents will tend to expect their children to act more grown up than
they really are at any given stage of development. They'll need to
promise one another to take at least a little bit of every day to sit
down and laugh together as a family. Letting the children tell them
what's fun for them would also be a good idea -- and help the parents to
keep a youthful and playful attitude, too.'
Reading the description of our parenthood made me realise once again, that these things do stand on a base, as knowing and seeing Lee with Alfie he's totally the 'get on the floor' type, while when we were looking for toys I straight away pointed out the practical ones, like the cute colorful cubes with the ABC's letters on each of them, just to mention one.
But this is just one thing, isn't it?! All what matters is that how much love we'll be giving to the little lady vampire.
45.
I got my birthing ball already, the shipping was proper quick! For some reason the plastic it's made of smells like chocolate, haha! It's up and unbelievable comfy, only thing is I'm a little bit scared of popping under my weight. Will start and do exercises once I'm done with my geeky things-to-dos.
Also found a UK retailer close to where we live who sells UglyDolls kind of cheap and we don't even have to pay the tax and shipping from the States. Woohoo!
I had a look onto what are the side effects of the medication (PTU) I'm taking and well... I'm more surprised than angry that no one yet informed me about these, although I'm taking it for about 3 months now. I suppose it's somewhere my fault as well, but I'm not a hypocrite therefor if the doctors says that's that, and I get the medication without a leaflet I'm not going to search for abnormalities or side effects.
Anyways, apart from all the little bits, what worries me the most is the pain which I experience sometimes on the right side of my stomach. It can lead to liver damage or inflammation commonly known as hepatitis. Don't know whether it is from the PTU or other reasons, cause I had these pains ever since I got pregnant, and before taking the medication. As long as they are not regular or unbearable, I'll keep it to myself and will only mention it the next time I'm seeing the obstetrician in a few weeks.
On another and more important note: I think I felt my daughter kick for the first time! Can't be 100% sure but made me very happy either way. It was like a really gently tap or poke with one finger, on my stomach and obviously from the inside. I'm glad Lee was there with me even though he didn't feel anything and probably neither of us will until the baby gets bigger and the kicks get stronger. I still have a layer of life belt-fat to kick through after all haha.
Also found a UK retailer close to where we live who sells UglyDolls kind of cheap and we don't even have to pay the tax and shipping from the States. Woohoo!
I had a look onto what are the side effects of the medication (PTU) I'm taking and well... I'm more surprised than angry that no one yet informed me about these, although I'm taking it for about 3 months now. I suppose it's somewhere my fault as well, but I'm not a hypocrite therefor if the doctors says that's that, and I get the medication without a leaflet I'm not going to search for abnormalities or side effects.
Anyways, apart from all the little bits, what worries me the most is the pain which I experience sometimes on the right side of my stomach. It can lead to liver damage or inflammation commonly known as hepatitis. Don't know whether it is from the PTU or other reasons, cause I had these pains ever since I got pregnant, and before taking the medication. As long as they are not regular or unbearable, I'll keep it to myself and will only mention it the next time I'm seeing the obstetrician in a few weeks.
On another and more important note: I think I felt my daughter kick for the first time! Can't be 100% sure but made me very happy either way. It was like a really gently tap or poke with one finger, on my stomach and obviously from the inside. I'm glad Lee was there with me even though he didn't feel anything and probably neither of us will until the baby gets bigger and the kicks get stronger. I still have a layer of life belt-fat to kick through after all haha.
44.
Been watching Jordan's show about Harvey and his disabilities last night... This post won't be about Frankie Boyle (Who I actually like much, he always cracks me up.) or his joke about disabled people, nor about Katie and her family, it's more likely just something what was in me for a long long time and the show brought it up.
Unlike other people, I never once liked to joke about disability or disabled people, in fact I'm usually the person who tells her friends off if they do, no matter if I get eyes rolled at me. In my opinion anyone of us can hit by a car even tomorrow and have to spend the rest of our lives in a wheelchair, so what would you do then, eh?!
It might be because I know how is it like to be bullied (Those bare old school times...) or because my biggest ever fear is to be perfectly healthy mentally, trapped in a useless body. Just to think of it makes me shiver. All I would want is people to treat me like they treat anyone else, not more or not less. I wouldn't expect more attention (Apart from if it'd be needed.) and to have everyone tongues in my ass, neither to see how pity people feel for me.
Therefor I agreed straight away to get my baby scanned at 12 weeks for Dawn's syndrome, and well happy about today's modern technology that they can see the fetus through your belly, in fact not just the fetus itself, but it's little everything. It's a routine check at 20 weeks, what all mothers get, and they don't just check and measure your baby's legs, arms, skull spine and heart but everything beyond. All it's little organs, it's brain development and even it's nose and lips. (This is how they found out that Alfie has a cleft lip, absolutely useful cause his parents could get ready for it and done a research as well, know how and what from after the birth.)
I'm kind of against abortion, but to be honest if I'd have found out even now, half way through the pregnancy, when we are literally almost ready to have the little one here in every way, that she had one or more major health issues (Not talking about a simply cleft lip of course.) I'd probably had to seriously re-think of keeping her. It sounds harsh, I know, but it's not about me choosing the easier way, it's about not to be selfish and keeping her, when knowing she'll have a hard life. (Sometimes maybe even think of killing herself of not being able to cope with her disabilities and bullies through her entire life.)
Anyways, luckily she is perfectly healthy and seems happy squatting in my belly. Yay!
Although, I still have issues... You can't be sure enough, can you?! So back to Katie's boy Harvey... He's partly blind, has hormone problems (The same that I have by the way.) and is autistic, and maybe there are more, I can't really remember. I assume he looked healthy in the womb and as she said they found out about his disabilities one-by-one on his 6 weeks health check and on.
That means there are still chances that my little girl won't be 100% healthy when she pops out.
To be honest there is no chance I'd love my little girl any less if it did happen, I'll be on her side no matter what anyway, it's just that I don't want to put her in a position where she dislikes herself at any time, if it makes sense.
I know that it wouldn't be neither my or Lee's fault but you get the point. She is already special and means a lot to us and she has to know this, no matter what.
All in all I'm just worried, even though I know I'm healthy, therefor she is too, and I do everything to keep it this way.
Unlike other people, I never once liked to joke about disability or disabled people, in fact I'm usually the person who tells her friends off if they do, no matter if I get eyes rolled at me. In my opinion anyone of us can hit by a car even tomorrow and have to spend the rest of our lives in a wheelchair, so what would you do then, eh?!
It might be because I know how is it like to be bullied (Those bare old school times...) or because my biggest ever fear is to be perfectly healthy mentally, trapped in a useless body. Just to think of it makes me shiver. All I would want is people to treat me like they treat anyone else, not more or not less. I wouldn't expect more attention (Apart from if it'd be needed.) and to have everyone tongues in my ass, neither to see how pity people feel for me.
Therefor I agreed straight away to get my baby scanned at 12 weeks for Dawn's syndrome, and well happy about today's modern technology that they can see the fetus through your belly, in fact not just the fetus itself, but it's little everything. It's a routine check at 20 weeks, what all mothers get, and they don't just check and measure your baby's legs, arms, skull spine and heart but everything beyond. All it's little organs, it's brain development and even it's nose and lips. (This is how they found out that Alfie has a cleft lip, absolutely useful cause his parents could get ready for it and done a research as well, know how and what from after the birth.)
I'm kind of against abortion, but to be honest if I'd have found out even now, half way through the pregnancy, when we are literally almost ready to have the little one here in every way, that she had one or more major health issues (Not talking about a simply cleft lip of course.) I'd probably had to seriously re-think of keeping her. It sounds harsh, I know, but it's not about me choosing the easier way, it's about not to be selfish and keeping her, when knowing she'll have a hard life. (Sometimes maybe even think of killing herself of not being able to cope with her disabilities and bullies through her entire life.)
Anyways, luckily she is perfectly healthy and seems happy squatting in my belly. Yay!
Although, I still have issues... You can't be sure enough, can you?! So back to Katie's boy Harvey... He's partly blind, has hormone problems (The same that I have by the way.) and is autistic, and maybe there are more, I can't really remember. I assume he looked healthy in the womb and as she said they found out about his disabilities one-by-one on his 6 weeks health check and on.
That means there are still chances that my little girl won't be 100% healthy when she pops out.
To be honest there is no chance I'd love my little girl any less if it did happen, I'll be on her side no matter what anyway, it's just that I don't want to put her in a position where she dislikes herself at any time, if it makes sense.
I know that it wouldn't be neither my or Lee's fault but you get the point. She is already special and means a lot to us and she has to know this, no matter what.
All in all I'm just worried, even though I know I'm healthy, therefor she is too, and I do everything to keep it this way.
Thursday, 30 June 2011
43.
I've been back in the hospital today and had possibly the longest queue in front of me.
I was waiting for two and a half hours, but luckily there weren't too many screaming kids around this time. They put my dose back up on the thyroid medication cause I'm still overactive but apart from this everything is fine. The doctor said she rather have me take an amount of iron weekly with some laxatives but she seen I wasn't too keen on the idea, so she just written 'Maternal intolerant for iron' on my notes and that's that. She said it's mainly important when giving birth, since I'll be losing quite an amount of blood and with more iron staying in my system I wouldn't feel as tired and crap the following few days.
The obstetrician (I just found out he/she is a midwife with surgical experience... I most probably only have to see him cause he is the one there then, and not because I'll be in need of a C section. I mean I bloody well hope so.) said I have to go back to another blood test this week to double check my blood sugar as it's a little bit higher than normal, but it might've been cause of that something I've eaten before the blood test, or caused by the baby, as the number usually comes back higher while pregnant, for some reason.
This guy even mentioned that he can see that on my 20 weeks notes the position of my placenta is pointed out; It's nice and high which he explained is good, cause it's not going to be in the baby's way when she's coming out. Yay!
I had my weight checked again, and I'm well surprised! I put on less weight in the past month than I did in the month and a half before! Might be my hormone medication, that's the only thing I can think of, since I'm not moving or following a diet, but then again, since I've got a hyper thyroid I supposed to be skinny (Which I'm clearly not and never been.) and with taking these medications I would only supposed to gain weight (Which I don't). Not like I'm complaining or anything haha.
On the 20th of April (10 weeks 5 days) I was 71 kg ~ 156.5 lbs which is embarrassing but my 'normal' weight anyway, without the baby as well.
6 weeks later on the 1st of June (17 weeks 3 days) I was 75.6 kg ~ 166.6 lbs (That's plus 4.6 kg ~ 10.1 lbs) and now, another 4 weeks later, on the 29th of June (21 weeks 3 days) I'm 77.2kg ~ 170.1 lbs (That's plus only 1.6 kg ~ 3.5 lbs).
I thought I supposed to be hitting the period when I'm getting heavier?! This doesn't mean I'm not bigger, oh no, the bump is here, walking a few steps in front of me haha! (I have a jump in the weeks as you can see, it's cause my due date has been changed after my first scan.)
By the way, our Manduca came today. We had trouble putting it on, and Alfie wasn't really in the mood for it either, so we just leave it for now, practicing without an actual baby, and when we feel confident enough we will give it a go again.
As I mentioned before, my due date is on 06/11/11 which is right bang on the middle. I always focused on being late with five days, then so the date would be 11/11/11 but Lee pointed out, since our girl is getting well big, what if she came a few days earlier?! On 31/10/11 perhaps... Halloween!
Anyways, I asked around at my friend who has a daughter, about what does she recommend, which hospital and which method, and she told me that she spent most of her labour at home, and how relaxing it was, sitting in a bath and using her own birthing ball, whenever she needed it which of course helped her a lot when she had the contractions. Also, she done lots of researches before, and it made her feel more in control of the situation, which obviously is a big help too.
She then got a car to the hospital, and got over with the actual birth giving really quick and without any pain relief or complication, and all in all has a lovely experience with the whole thing.
For everyone who has the same issues: A medicine ball what we used to use in school (And small ish and a heavy little bitch.) is not the same as a birthing ball. (Yes it was Lee, I love him so much, sometimes he can be so naive, it's cute beyond belief!)
It's really nice to get positive feedback after all the negatives I've heard, just what I needed. So I say, that's the way forward!
I was waiting for two and a half hours, but luckily there weren't too many screaming kids around this time. They put my dose back up on the thyroid medication cause I'm still overactive but apart from this everything is fine. The doctor said she rather have me take an amount of iron weekly with some laxatives but she seen I wasn't too keen on the idea, so she just written 'Maternal intolerant for iron' on my notes and that's that. She said it's mainly important when giving birth, since I'll be losing quite an amount of blood and with more iron staying in my system I wouldn't feel as tired and crap the following few days.
The obstetrician (I just found out he/she is a midwife with surgical experience... I most probably only have to see him cause he is the one there then, and not because I'll be in need of a C section. I mean I bloody well hope so.) said I have to go back to another blood test this week to double check my blood sugar as it's a little bit higher than normal, but it might've been cause of that something I've eaten before the blood test, or caused by the baby, as the number usually comes back higher while pregnant, for some reason.
This guy even mentioned that he can see that on my 20 weeks notes the position of my placenta is pointed out; It's nice and high which he explained is good, cause it's not going to be in the baby's way when she's coming out. Yay!
I had my weight checked again, and I'm well surprised! I put on less weight in the past month than I did in the month and a half before! Might be my hormone medication, that's the only thing I can think of, since I'm not moving or following a diet, but then again, since I've got a hyper thyroid I supposed to be skinny (Which I'm clearly not and never been.) and with taking these medications I would only supposed to gain weight (Which I don't). Not like I'm complaining or anything haha.
On the 20th of April (10 weeks 5 days) I was 71 kg ~ 156.5 lbs which is embarrassing but my 'normal' weight anyway, without the baby as well.
6 weeks later on the 1st of June (17 weeks 3 days) I was 75.6 kg ~ 166.6 lbs (That's plus 4.6 kg ~ 10.1 lbs) and now, another 4 weeks later, on the 29th of June (21 weeks 3 days) I'm 77.2kg ~ 170.1 lbs (That's plus only 1.6 kg ~ 3.5 lbs).
I thought I supposed to be hitting the period when I'm getting heavier?! This doesn't mean I'm not bigger, oh no, the bump is here, walking a few steps in front of me haha! (I have a jump in the weeks as you can see, it's cause my due date has been changed after my first scan.)
By the way, our Manduca came today. We had trouble putting it on, and Alfie wasn't really in the mood for it either, so we just leave it for now, practicing without an actual baby, and when we feel confident enough we will give it a go again.
As I mentioned before, my due date is on 06/11/11 which is right bang on the middle. I always focused on being late with five days, then so the date would be 11/11/11 but Lee pointed out, since our girl is getting well big, what if she came a few days earlier?! On 31/10/11 perhaps... Halloween!
Anyways, I asked around at my friend who has a daughter, about what does she recommend, which hospital and which method, and she told me that she spent most of her labour at home, and how relaxing it was, sitting in a bath and using her own birthing ball, whenever she needed it which of course helped her a lot when she had the contractions. Also, she done lots of researches before, and it made her feel more in control of the situation, which obviously is a big help too.
She then got a car to the hospital, and got over with the actual birth giving really quick and without any pain relief or complication, and all in all has a lovely experience with the whole thing.
For everyone who has the same issues: A medicine ball what we used to use in school (And small ish and a heavy little bitch.) is not the same as a birthing ball. (Yes it was Lee, I love him so much, sometimes he can be so naive, it's cute beyond belief!)
It's really nice to get positive feedback after all the negatives I've heard, just what I needed. So I say, that's the way forward!
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
42.
First of all my little girl got in a pattern of when she's awake and sleeping, already! My super pregnancy book says it usually happens between the 23rd and 30th week, and I only passed the 21st and ta-daah!
So I noticed she usually wakes up around midnight, turns around and moves a little and most probably scratching her little nose haha! I also feel her the afternoon sometimes as well. I actually quite like when she's moving around, it kind of tickles a little. Can't wait to feel her kick finally!
I sent her the first e-mails today, it took (Literally!) hours to compose the first one, then the rest went quicker obviously. The hardest part was to find the right way to write/talk to her, tried to be formal, but not too formal if that makes sense. After all, I have to be the one who tells her off if she 'uses the language' and shit like that... Perfect example of having doubts in myself haha! She won't read them until she's older anyway, so at the end I was like -'Hope you like your name and don't really think that we fucked you over much with it'.
I hope she's going to like them, I mean imagine, if your pops would've given you a user name which is clearly your name, a password, and you'd open the mail and saw hundreds of emails from about 13-15 years back, mentioning stuffs like -'We just found out today that you are a girl.' I would piss my pants straight away!
Then again, you never know, this might be becoming a trend now, and not to have these kind of e-mails in the future will be awkward, instead of having them.
I'm also writing these mails in Hungarian, which is not just being utterly weird, but a motivation too for myself, therefor I'm going to have to teach her basic Hungarian.
In fact, I'm looking at language schools in London already. Oh yes, the easier but somehow safer way...
So I noticed she usually wakes up around midnight, turns around and moves a little and most probably scratching her little nose haha! I also feel her the afternoon sometimes as well. I actually quite like when she's moving around, it kind of tickles a little. Can't wait to feel her kick finally!
I sent her the first e-mails today, it took (Literally!) hours to compose the first one, then the rest went quicker obviously. The hardest part was to find the right way to write/talk to her, tried to be formal, but not too formal if that makes sense. After all, I have to be the one who tells her off if she 'uses the language' and shit like that... Perfect example of having doubts in myself haha! She won't read them until she's older anyway, so at the end I was like -'Hope you like your name and don't really think that we fucked you over much with it'.
I hope she's going to like them, I mean imagine, if your pops would've given you a user name which is clearly your name, a password, and you'd open the mail and saw hundreds of emails from about 13-15 years back, mentioning stuffs like -'We just found out today that you are a girl.' I would piss my pants straight away!
Then again, you never know, this might be becoming a trend now, and not to have these kind of e-mails in the future will be awkward, instead of having them.
I'm also writing these mails in Hungarian, which is not just being utterly weird, but a motivation too for myself, therefor I'm going to have to teach her basic Hungarian.
In fact, I'm looking at language schools in London already. Oh yes, the easier but somehow safer way...
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
41.
Lee is writing a blog too! He is writing it more likely to Lileeva, instead of only about her, which I think is proper cute! He also back-dated the entries, so we are having a record of when exactly were things happening.
Anyways, thought I have a close family introduction here, in pictures.
Anyways, thought I have a close family introduction here, in pictures.
Lee and Me aka Daddy and Mummy
PuddyKat
My pops Nana and Mum aka the Hungarian Great Nan and Nanny
Lee's parents Craig and Elaine aka the English Granddad and Nanny
Lee's sister Louise, Dave, Alfie and Kyra aka Auntie, Uncle and Cousins
40.
Figured out what causes the big belly aka being bloated like a balloon; Iron. I have to take one a day with my other medication and it doesn't let me poo, at all! Therefor since my latest blood test on Friday I stopped taking it. I know it's not the right thing to do but I'm back in the hospital for a check up tomorrow, so will tell them to give me some hardcore laxatives with the next dose, cause it's not the way forward. Until then I'm off of it and guess what, I'm feeling much more better and less bloated as well.
Also, for the first time, I noticed I was bleeding after sex. It wasn't even red blood or heavy bleeding more likely just a spit of orange-pink something which didn't even last long enough to scare me. It has probably been happening ever since I'm pregnant just haven't yet noticed it. Done a little research and all sites say it is perfectly normal, since everything inside is super sensitive at this period, and until it comes with cramps, lasts less than an hour or so and everything but bright red, it's all good. Anyways, I'll be seeing my midwife in a couple of weeks, if it happens again I'll mention it, otherwise I most probably will forget about it easily.
Here's my 21 weeks 2 days bump above. Can't see much difference since the last picture at 16 weeks (Post 27.) apart from the belly getting a bit more rounded and hard instead of being flabby, and that my tits got at least twice as big! Jesus, I didn't even notice. It's one of those things what you see every day, so... You know what I mean.
I keep thinking of our first family holiday to Hungary in around January. What I'm not quite sure about is that how am I supposed to feed the little lady on the trip?! I mean, I'm pretty sure at that age they are still eating in every 2-3 hours and that I ain't gonna fling my tits out in front of the entire terminal, let alone hundreds of people on the flight that's 100% for sure. A feeding takes up to half an hour so I can't even lock myself in the flight's loo for that long.
Now here is the bottle question; The limit to bring up is 100 ml, a baby at that age eats about 200 ml for one go, so even if I managed to bring two little bottles up, poured in the baby bottle (260 ml) before feeding it wouldn't anymore be warm enough for the bubba.
Of course there is another option, the milk powder thing, which I could make up before leaving and ask the cabin crew to fill the bottle up with the right amount of water... If they let me bring up the 260 ml baby bottle, not empty but with powder in it. And then there are still issues about the warmth of the water to be mixed with... Etc.
So many silly questions!
By the way Lee got on the role last night and signed us up for about ten baby clubs, haha aww! It's all about that they are going to send us free samples and booklets with information, money off coupons and stuff so it'll come handy either way.
Also, for the first time, I noticed I was bleeding after sex. It wasn't even red blood or heavy bleeding more likely just a spit of orange-pink something which didn't even last long enough to scare me. It has probably been happening ever since I'm pregnant just haven't yet noticed it. Done a little research and all sites say it is perfectly normal, since everything inside is super sensitive at this period, and until it comes with cramps, lasts less than an hour or so and everything but bright red, it's all good. Anyways, I'll be seeing my midwife in a couple of weeks, if it happens again I'll mention it, otherwise I most probably will forget about it easily.
I keep thinking of our first family holiday to Hungary in around January. What I'm not quite sure about is that how am I supposed to feed the little lady on the trip?! I mean, I'm pretty sure at that age they are still eating in every 2-3 hours and that I ain't gonna fling my tits out in front of the entire terminal, let alone hundreds of people on the flight that's 100% for sure. A feeding takes up to half an hour so I can't even lock myself in the flight's loo for that long.
Now here is the bottle question; The limit to bring up is 100 ml, a baby at that age eats about 200 ml for one go, so even if I managed to bring two little bottles up, poured in the baby bottle (260 ml) before feeding it wouldn't anymore be warm enough for the bubba.
Of course there is another option, the milk powder thing, which I could make up before leaving and ask the cabin crew to fill the bottle up with the right amount of water... If they let me bring up the 260 ml baby bottle, not empty but with powder in it. And then there are still issues about the warmth of the water to be mixed with... Etc.
So many silly questions!
By the way Lee got on the role last night and signed us up for about ten baby clubs, haha aww! It's all about that they are going to send us free samples and booklets with information, money off coupons and stuff so it'll come handy either way.
Sunday, 26 June 2011
39.
I love this advert so much! Apparently it's a year old already and tees haven't been made for sale but the idea is big!
Anyway, yesterday we went out with some mates and Lee's parents to celebrate (Let's not talk about how it went down; They drunk, I'm sober.) and got to chat to the woman who does the karaoke, and she turned out to have the exact same thoughts (More likely worries?!) on the sex of the babies as I do.
Not saying I'd prefer a boy over a girl, but looking at my and my mum's relationship I'm worried I'm going to make the same mistakes with my own daughter, and let alone every girls are 'daddy's girls' I'm already scared of losing her. As well, as Lee's going to have two princesses now. Lucky git!
Also, met with a few of Lee's friends, one of the girls was so happy for us, she always wanted a girl but has two boys instead. With the second one she was sure it was a little baby girl and wanted to call her Éva. Not Eve or Eva. Éva. Epic! She said I have it all. Makes me happy and proud that she thinks this, although how weird it is; People prefer each other's life.
I created the little one's email address today, but haven't yet sent anything to it, feeling a bit stupid. Just wait til the weekdays when I'm alone bored, for hours I suppose.
Whatever have been said, I'm perfectly happy with what I've got, even though I know how cheesy it sounds and life won't always be easy, still...
And I can't wait for the little vampire to pop her head out in a few more months. Knowing her daddy, she'll be a super cute baby gal.
Anyway, yesterday we went out with some mates and Lee's parents to celebrate (Let's not talk about how it went down; They drunk, I'm sober.) and got to chat to the woman who does the karaoke, and she turned out to have the exact same thoughts (More likely worries?!) on the sex of the babies as I do.
Not saying I'd prefer a boy over a girl, but looking at my and my mum's relationship I'm worried I'm going to make the same mistakes with my own daughter, and let alone every girls are 'daddy's girls' I'm already scared of losing her. As well, as Lee's going to have two princesses now. Lucky git!
Also, met with a few of Lee's friends, one of the girls was so happy for us, she always wanted a girl but has two boys instead. With the second one she was sure it was a little baby girl and wanted to call her Éva. Not Eve or Eva. Éva. Epic! She said I have it all. Makes me happy and proud that she thinks this, although how weird it is; People prefer each other's life.
I created the little one's email address today, but haven't yet sent anything to it, feeling a bit stupid. Just wait til the weekdays when I'm alone bored, for hours I suppose.
Whatever have been said, I'm perfectly happy with what I've got, even though I know how cheesy it sounds and life won't always be easy, still...
And I can't wait for the little vampire to pop her head out in a few more months. Knowing her daddy, she'll be a super cute baby gal.
38.
We've already done basic shoppings, no clothes involved yet cause we are going to get some of Alfie's grows and at early age babies grow proper fast, so don't quite know what to buy yet, not to mention the sizing is fucked up and does our heads in!
Pretty much everything was expensive but we were shopping wise ish. The pram can be used til the age of 3 and can be transferred to a pushchair, when the lady is older, comes with a travel Moses basket and a changing bag. We had it saved for weeks among our favorites, alongside with another one, in a different color, depending on the baby's sex.
The carrier is Manduca, was well pricey but got it recommended by Dharma, and all the reviews I've seen were positive as well. Something you can use even at the age of 4, doesn't fuck your back up nor it does the baby's, and can wear at the front, back and on the hip. Only issue I have with it is that the baby can't face outwards, only towards the person who carries her, but I suppose the right angle for the bubba and the comfortable wearing for us is more important. The similar design to the changing bag is just a plus. (And an extra tenner.)
Also, got two comfort blankets ordered which we can wrap her in so she can sleep in at the beginning, can lay on when she gets older, then at older age can carry around with her and sleep with.
All in all I think we done good, can't wait for them to be dispatched.
Pretty much everything was expensive but we were shopping wise ish. The pram can be used til the age of 3 and can be transferred to a pushchair, when the lady is older, comes with a travel Moses basket and a changing bag. We had it saved for weeks among our favorites, alongside with another one, in a different color, depending on the baby's sex.
The carrier is Manduca, was well pricey but got it recommended by Dharma, and all the reviews I've seen were positive as well. Something you can use even at the age of 4, doesn't fuck your back up nor it does the baby's, and can wear at the front, back and on the hip. Only issue I have with it is that the baby can't face outwards, only towards the person who carries her, but I suppose the right angle for the bubba and the comfortable wearing for us is more important. The similar design to the changing bag is just a plus. (And an extra tenner.)
Also, got two comfort blankets ordered which we can wrap her in so she can sleep in at the beginning, can lay on when she gets older, then at older age can carry around with her and sleep with.
All in all I think we done good, can't wait for them to be dispatched.
37.
It's a girl! We are having a little daughter! Aww!
I still can't believe it. Think cause it's my first pregnancy and even though we were waited for this moment for a while, it actually came when we 'just' got kind of used to the idea of having a baby.
Anyways, the scan went well, we got a really nice nurse this time, she explained everything, what is she measuring and what are we seeing on the screen. My girl is sitting really low and was shy at the beginning but the nurse found her straight away (What a skill!) even though she was just showing the top of her head.
After pushing her around a little, she woke up and started to do her usual breakdance, right after the nurse said I've got a good amount of amniotic fluid to move around in. Oh, of course just after a stretch and a nose scratch haha!
She's perfectly healthy, no cleft lip (Like little Alfie.), good spine, heart and insides, and a nice little brain. Also, as of she pointed out, my placenta is on the right place, so the birth giving should go easy.
And, since I've both seen and felt the belly squatter sleeping, just as turning around, I know now what to focus on, and when is she awake and moving.
The nurse waited until the last minute to announce we are having a girl, saying it's 99% accurate and showing the little bump where there were definitely no ball bag hanging and willy sticking out, even though one of the pictures shows different.
Here she is, our little girl.
I still can't believe it. Think cause it's my first pregnancy and even though we were waited for this moment for a while, it actually came when we 'just' got kind of used to the idea of having a baby.
Anyways, the scan went well, we got a really nice nurse this time, she explained everything, what is she measuring and what are we seeing on the screen. My girl is sitting really low and was shy at the beginning but the nurse found her straight away (What a skill!) even though she was just showing the top of her head.
After pushing her around a little, she woke up and started to do her usual breakdance, right after the nurse said I've got a good amount of amniotic fluid to move around in. Oh, of course just after a stretch and a nose scratch haha!
She's perfectly healthy, no cleft lip (Like little Alfie.), good spine, heart and insides, and a nice little brain. Also, as of she pointed out, my placenta is on the right place, so the birth giving should go easy.
And, since I've both seen and felt the belly squatter sleeping, just as turning around, I know now what to focus on, and when is she awake and moving.
The nurse waited until the last minute to announce we are having a girl, saying it's 99% accurate and showing the little bump where there were definitely no ball bag hanging and willy sticking out, even though one of the pictures shows different.
Here she is, our little girl.
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