It's my lovely boyfriends week off work this week so I have full on been milking it!
He's done all the school runs, cooked the majority of dinners, tidied the house (including washing dishes!)...the only thing I've had to worry about is the laundry. And so long as we all have clean underwear and Oscar has clean school uniform I am perfectly happy to put that on the back burner.
I've been lazing on the sofa watching Neighbours, Gilmore Girls and the E! channel. Bliss.
I got my letter today giving me the date and time for my 12 week scan. It feels ages away. It already feels like I've waited eons and its killing me not knowing what's going on with my baby. Or if there is even still a baby at this point. I've had no unusual symptoms that would point in the direction of another molar pregnancy but its hard not to have the doubt in your mind.
I have seen a heartbeat, I just hope it's still there beating away on my next scan YEARS away. (Okay, 2 weeks. It just feels like years).
Right, The Kardashians is on, and I have to yell at Andy to fix the dinner. I am sooo going to miss this when he's back at work!
Thursday 31 January 2013
Wednesday 23 January 2013
I Will Eat It ALL
So, I've been fairly quiet mainly because I've been mostly asleep or eating for the past few weeks.
I wake up at 7am for the school run, get home and crash on the sofa with a snack, fall asleep until lunchtime, have another nap after lunch, wake up for the school run (unless I can convince hubby to go do it for me!) and sleep till dinnertime. Bed by 10pm.
I'm like a baby. All I do is eat, sleep and poop!
Which of course means my house is an absolute sh**hole. Dishes only get done when I realise I have nothing to eat my cereal in (that's after using terrines, cups and measuring jugs as well). I try to go the long way around on the school run to get a bit of exercise everyday but after that I just can't do anything.
I also want every food thing that's advertised on TV or mentioned in passing. So far this week I've craved kit kat chunkys, toffee crisps, cheese sandwiches, tuna paninis and right now, for the last couple of days all I want is a Salsa Twister from KFC.
I feel like i've gone a little bit crazy and my brain can't think of the right words. Last night I asked hub if he could get the hoohaa out the thingy and give it a wash. I was there for about five minutes trying to find the correct word for 'hoohaa'. Eventually i remembered it was a PAN!
I can't wait until this bit passes. It was the most hated part of pregnancy last time around as well. 2nd and 3rd trimester I can do fine but for the love 'a god I can't sleep no more! my poor house.
Right, I need to go nap...
I wake up at 7am for the school run, get home and crash on the sofa with a snack, fall asleep until lunchtime, have another nap after lunch, wake up for the school run (unless I can convince hubby to go do it for me!) and sleep till dinnertime. Bed by 10pm.
I'm like a baby. All I do is eat, sleep and poop!
Which of course means my house is an absolute sh**hole. Dishes only get done when I realise I have nothing to eat my cereal in (that's after using terrines, cups and measuring jugs as well). I try to go the long way around on the school run to get a bit of exercise everyday but after that I just can't do anything.
I also want every food thing that's advertised on TV or mentioned in passing. So far this week I've craved kit kat chunkys, toffee crisps, cheese sandwiches, tuna paninis and right now, for the last couple of days all I want is a Salsa Twister from KFC.
I feel like i've gone a little bit crazy and my brain can't think of the right words. Last night I asked hub if he could get the hoohaa out the thingy and give it a wash. I was there for about five minutes trying to find the correct word for 'hoohaa'. Eventually i remembered it was a PAN!
I can't wait until this bit passes. It was the most hated part of pregnancy last time around as well. 2nd and 3rd trimester I can do fine but for the love 'a god I can't sleep no more! my poor house.
Right, I need to go nap...
Friday 11 January 2013
If at first you don't succeed...
So, seeing as nobody is following my blog at the moment I feel like I can put this out there. It's a bit of a secret see. Shhhh!
On Oscar's last birthday (May '12) me and my fella decided to properly try for another baby. We'd been thinking about it for a while but with Oz turning 4 we thought it was high time we had another before the age gap was too big.
We got pregnant right away.
I very quickly became nauseous my stomach already felt hugely bloated and sore at just 6 weeks and by 12 weeks, I looked 6 months pregnant.
At my 12 week scan I was diagnosed with a molar pregnancy. Which basically means too many of his guys got into my girl and it started to produce 'grape like cysts' instead of a baby. I had to have surgery to evacuate what was in the womb and told not to try having another for at least 6 months. I also had to have blood and urine tests every 2 weeks.
It also explained why I was so very fat and so very nauseous because the hormone you find in pregnancy is very high in a molar and can make pregnancy symptoms far more worse than they are supposed to be usually.
Of course I was upset and disappointed but I also know it's just one of those things that happens and I moved on pretty quickly and incidentally...got pregnant before my 6 months were up!
At first I was very excited. But then it sunk in that I was now 10 times more likely to have it happen to me again. I was desperate to have a scan to make sure everything was okay and made up a fib to my doctor to get an early scan.
The first scan was 2 days after christmas and it was slightly too early to see anything but I was slightly reassured to the fact that there was everything there so far and all in the way it should be. I got booked in for another scan two weeks later.
That was yesterday.
I was fairly optimistic for this scan. I was around 7 weeks pregnant and had no nausea and no bloating. The only symptom of pregnancy I had was feeling quite tired all the time. But of course there is always that doubt and the fear of having to go through a molar pregnancy again. I was quite terrified. I remember laying on the surgery table last time and was crying my eyes out. That was the only time I cried though!
So, I took my very tired boyf to the hospital yesterday and as always in the Early Pregnancy Unit (EPU) I was seen very quickly. The nurse was friendly and really put me at ease straight away. She shoved that giant stick scanner thing up my hoohaa and said pretty much straight away "well, there's the heartbeat."
I felt instant relief.
I could relax knowing that so far, my baby was fine and that I'm so very glad I didn't give into the temptation of cigarettes and alcohol over christmas!
It's not quite all safe just yet until my 12 week scan but I'm glad I'm one of those people who can get knocked down over and over and still keep getting up. You just gotta try try again!
On Oscar's last birthday (May '12) me and my fella decided to properly try for another baby. We'd been thinking about it for a while but with Oz turning 4 we thought it was high time we had another before the age gap was too big.
We got pregnant right away.
I very quickly became nauseous my stomach already felt hugely bloated and sore at just 6 weeks and by 12 weeks, I looked 6 months pregnant.
At my 12 week scan I was diagnosed with a molar pregnancy. Which basically means too many of his guys got into my girl and it started to produce 'grape like cysts' instead of a baby. I had to have surgery to evacuate what was in the womb and told not to try having another for at least 6 months. I also had to have blood and urine tests every 2 weeks.
It also explained why I was so very fat and so very nauseous because the hormone you find in pregnancy is very high in a molar and can make pregnancy symptoms far more worse than they are supposed to be usually.
Of course I was upset and disappointed but I also know it's just one of those things that happens and I moved on pretty quickly and incidentally...got pregnant before my 6 months were up!
At first I was very excited. But then it sunk in that I was now 10 times more likely to have it happen to me again. I was desperate to have a scan to make sure everything was okay and made up a fib to my doctor to get an early scan.
The first scan was 2 days after christmas and it was slightly too early to see anything but I was slightly reassured to the fact that there was everything there so far and all in the way it should be. I got booked in for another scan two weeks later.
That was yesterday.
I was fairly optimistic for this scan. I was around 7 weeks pregnant and had no nausea and no bloating. The only symptom of pregnancy I had was feeling quite tired all the time. But of course there is always that doubt and the fear of having to go through a molar pregnancy again. I was quite terrified. I remember laying on the surgery table last time and was crying my eyes out. That was the only time I cried though!
So, I took my very tired boyf to the hospital yesterday and as always in the Early Pregnancy Unit (EPU) I was seen very quickly. The nurse was friendly and really put me at ease straight away. She shoved that giant stick scanner thing up my hoohaa and said pretty much straight away "well, there's the heartbeat."
I felt instant relief.
I could relax knowing that so far, my baby was fine and that I'm so very glad I didn't give into the temptation of cigarettes and alcohol over christmas!
It's not quite all safe just yet until my 12 week scan but I'm glad I'm one of those people who can get knocked down over and over and still keep getting up. You just gotta try try again!
Friday 4 January 2013
My Christmas
I really just couldn't be bothered to keep up with posting over christmas because...well, it was just too much effort. Any spare moment I did have, was spent with a cuppa and catch up tv.
My Christmas was pretty good. we were all very spoilt.
Christmas dinner was HUGE courtesy of my brother and sister in law. We stayed at my in-laws for a night and felt a bit like foie gras. Totally stuffed.
Here's some piccy wics that sum it all up :)
My Christmas was pretty good. we were all very spoilt.
Christmas dinner was HUGE courtesy of my brother and sister in law. We stayed at my in-laws for a night and felt a bit like foie gras. Totally stuffed.
Here's some piccy wics that sum it all up :)
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