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Sunday, May 29, 2011

Of All the things I have lost... I miss my Mind the most!

It is true my husband has a new pet name for me – “mush brain” it all started when I fell pregnant…
And it hasn’t stopped since. The real thing that sticks out of my husband’s mind would be me continuously misplacing my house and car keys (Continuously!). I obviously would not admit that I had forgotten where or what I had done with these keys it is never me… it is the husband’s fault - it has been know on occasion that I would make my the H-dawg (husband dawg) get out of the car, come around to the driver seat so that I may check his pockets as I believed I had in fact given my house keys to him and not his own. Keys have progressed to laptops, lunches and handbags never minding the whole spell check on important emails and more importantly blog posts.  My husband not sure of this “behavior” would go through varying degrees of emotions (Hello – who is the walking hormone here, emotions are my department) The emotions would range through shock, anger and now pure complacence as fighting/arguing/disagreeing with a pregnant women will not get you anywhere. You could ask him, but he is currently sitting in his timeout chair and will be there for a while - I added on extra time for the “you should know better”.

I can’t be one of those skinny girls who say I miss my tight ASS and flat TUMMY now that I am preggers– these two things, sadly, have always been missing in action. What I can tell you is that I don’t miss my jelly belly, I love the roundness my tummy is taking even though nobody can see I am knocked up yet - people justthink I am getting hungrier* by the day, I don’t care. *“Hungry” to replace the word “Fat”. I have a friend who has taught her children that people are not fat but are in fact hungry. Why? you may ask.  This is a prevention mechanism of one of those “embarrassing children moments” The moment when your child points and asks really loudly “Mommy, why is that person so fat?” I think its pure brilliance. 

You have many ‘pregnancy illusions’- this is how you believe things will be once you are pregnant. Everyone will give advice but one of my best piece of advice given thus far is eat chocolate and ignore everyone’s advice, but only take the advice on the eating of chocolate (love it!)
These are a few of my pregnancy day dreaming goals:
1.       I would exercise as much as I wanted, doing what I wanted – this baby will just have to fit into my schedule. Well when you have  a scare resulting at casualty in the hospital, it is then that you have to evaluate your priorities - 9 months doesn’t seem so long to take things a little easy – you realize the important thing is that the baby you have desperately waited for will be healthy.
2.       I will wear elegant flowy long dresses, hair blowing in the breeze as I look fabulous glowing and pregnant– Wow - was I mistaken! Alas you also don’t get flowy dresses in winter and you don’t want to rush out to buy a piece of clothing you will wear for a day. (I just reread this part and thought since when did I become so practical?) Maternity selection of clothing sucks - well at least here in South Africa.
3.       I will not try not being OCD when it comes to things I eat or drink– (FAIL) This happens every pregnant person will have their own stance of what they will or will not do. I have decided that raw meat, yolky eggs, blue cheese and alcohol are not  negotiable  but I will have a cup of coffee or a cup of tea should I want. Now at this point people will have an opinion tea/coffee that is so bad, my non-advice is stick with what works for you.  I had no problem going to a malaria area as we had a bag just dedicated to mosquito repellant whereas I have a friend whose family will not negotiate on this. I had a miscarriage and I learnt that whatever you do be comfortable in your choices that you don’t ever blame yourself for the result.
4.       Lastly I will not be hormonal or emotionally – need I say more… Family and friends I apologize.

Even with the hearburn that decended upon me this week i am loving being pregnant... it would be even better when one of my closest friends can start her journey in becoming a mommy – a journey that she so deserves to be on (I am positive this will be any month nowJ)

Ps. this blog has been written twice due to me forgetting to save…

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Pregnancy and Peeing


Today I am 18 weeks… I imagined it to be 4 and a half months but when I read websites especially the American ones some say you are officially 5 months… this is really confusing Well Happy 18 week baby!
I would love to be able to tell you if the baby is a boy or girl. I can’t I would love to say that the baby has my lips and daddy’s ears I can’t. We went for a scan on Friday and the already stubborn child of mine does not show face or sex. Next visit a chocolate and sweet fizzy cold drink will be consumed before the scan – bad mother that I willingly put my baby on a sugar high.

 I am trying to not sound ungrateful - hearing the heartbeat was amazing (cue tears and emotionally hormonal pregnant mum-to-be) but I did make my husband stop to buy me food so I could emotionally eat my way out to my disappointment of simply not knowing. My cousin didn’t want to know and I bet you their little boy was sticking his privates out at every scan.

The grannies loved it we did get to see the little bugger’s hands (ah bless) and his back legs as my mom so proudly put it. Walking away from the scan what I can tell is that the baby/snot/pip/bump whatever you would like to name the monster lying on my bladder.

Ok so Baby chilling on your bladder equates to never frequenting so many public toilets in your entire existence. A potential book deal should be in the works as I have become a toilet fundi. In my toilet experiences I will be the one to walk into the cubicle that someone has just had the freshest poo or the one with skid marks ok this subject is crap (hehehe) but I could talk about it for hours. How do you know you need to pee when you are pregnant? You will experience the baby tap dancing on your bladder - sharp uncomfortable pain especially at night bearing in mind you have made a toilet stop only 15min before and what happens is either a gush of wee or more often than not a  pathetic trickle

Last night after dinner, pee check, I was lazing around like Lady Muck when I felt a movement and I thought:
1.       mmh is that a bowel movement (don’t laugh IBS is a serious thing) J
2.        No it must be the baby experiencing hiccups. It was a real flutter it took me a few minutes to realize (please note your brain will turn to mush)
That was the baby’s first movement….  Silly grin stayed with me and my baby daddy for the rest of the night.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Im Back and the Rumours are True!

I have been dragging my feet to write but it’s only because I have great news to share but have been told to keep mum (heheh pun intended) about our news…
Well the rumours (ok there weren’t rumours I just like to think I am a famous person) . Yes the rumours are true my husband and I are knocked up.
Conversation of me breaking the news to my very intelligent husband:
Me: I have something to tell you
Him: what?
Me: we are knocked up?
Him: how did this happen?
Me: well its starts when a man and women love each other and… HELLO?? I really dont look forward to the birds and bees talk to my future children..
So due to our baby making not starting off on the greatest foot last year we had a miscarriage, and then we had a small scare of which I will save for another post as I let it sink in that I am going to be a mommy preferably a yummy mummy (once again grand illusions of grandeur)… Oh My Word!!
Yes all my followers and yes you the paparazzi its true I am preggers!
So my blogs now take off from finding abs to losing them… which is fantastic news for me and all about the joys of my pregnancy journey.