June 2008

Dear Nathan…

by Veronica on June 29, 2008

Dear Nathan,

Thankyou for taking every second turn settling Amy this afternoon for her nap. I know that she still isn’t asleep, but hopefully with both of us working on her she will go down soon.

Thankyou for not undermining me when I decided that today Amy stops having dummies full stop. I am sick of her being so attached to it, and her talking is getting a little bit lazy because of this.

I know it’s hard for you when you have to re-settle her and she is asking ‘dummy please? Please?’ and you have to tell her no. I think I am more relaxed because I have already weaned her from breastfeeds over night (by myself) and then from breastfeeding full stop. God knows it’s much pleasanter when I have you here to take turns.

Thankyou for taking extra turns when my body suddenly decided that while I might have been feeling too sick to eat all morning, the fact that I hadn’t eaten meant that it was going to stop working so well for me. Thankyou for settling her while I forced down some fruit and waited to stop feeling dizzy and nauseous.

She’s getting closer to being settled now, I haven’t looked in there for a bit so I hope she hasn’t found a stray dummy. I know that it has been nearly 2 hours of wailing and crying, but she is so close to being worn out, she should be asleep soon.

God, I hope she goes to sleep soon.

Thankyou for being supportive this week while there has been stuff going on. I know that you are hurting just as badly as I am, you just don’t show it. We will get through it together and hopefully it won’t be as bad as we anticipate.

You’re starting to accept the fact that I am pregnant a little more readily now. I think you were aloof in the beginning because I had had the bleeding and as far as I can tell, you didn’t want to get attached if it wasn’t going to work out. However we have seen a heartbeat now and my stomach is poking out more and more and you are more willing to talk about it.

Not to mention we tried for so long to get here, it’s hard to hope that it will all be fine.

The noise from the bedroom is lessening, we have gone from crying/wailing/screaming to talking and singing, and now to finally the occasional loud sigh. I think we might be getting there.

I know I don’t blog about you much and I think you prefer it that way, but it seems that sometimes people forget that when I am whinging about a bad time getting Amy down, or numerous poos in a row, that you are here doing this with me. I might be a stay at home mum, but I am not alone in this and that means the world to me.

I find it funny that the other night when I went out (family dinner) I was asked often where Amy was. When I replied she is with her father, I then get asked if we were still together. Do you think alot of people equate young mothers with single mothers? I don’t think they realised that you were older and very much ready to settle down when I fell pregnant.

And so was I. That is why this worked for us.

There is no one I would rather be doing this with. I love you oh so much.

Veronica

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Damn Doctor!

by Veronica on June 27, 2008

in Pregnant. Finally.

My regular Doctor will be back in his clinic on Monday and MAN am I pleased.

He took a holiday (first time in ages) and headed to Italy with his family. While he was gone, everytime I rang his clinic (he works from home and had a Locum taking care of things) I would get an answering machine telling me to call back at such and such a time.

The first time I was calling at 11am on a Monday morning. The answering machine told me ‘I’m very sorry but the clinic is unattended right now. Please call back after 9.30am on Monday morning’.

Now where I was it was WELL past 9.30am and I should have at least gotten a damn receptionist!

The second time I called I was told that they were currently too busy and to please call back in 5 minutes. IT’S A COUNTRY TOWN CLINIC! The town it is in has a population of 50 people!

Fuck me.

After many more days (where I was thanking god I wasn’t actually sick or anything) I finally got a receptionist. She told me that she was busy right now, could I please hold? 10 minutes later I was still holding, only I wasn’t listening to music, I was listening to her wander around her office making coffee and talking to the doctor.

Then, when I finally heard her heels walking towards the phone and I thought I was actually going to get to talk to her, she hung the phone up. Without checking to see if I was still there.

I rang back.

And got a freaking answering machine!

You should have seen my ears smoke. Nathan says it was funny.

So I rang back again, and rather snippily told her that I had JUST rang her to ask for an appointment. I got an appointment, but not until she blamed ‘someone’ for hanging up the phone. I should have told her that I could hear her the whole time.

But the straw that broke the camels back? I went in when I was first pregnant (May 23rd to be precise) and got all the necessary paperwork done to be sent to the hospital.

[Basically here, you go to your GP, get a positive pregnancy test and then promptly get referred to the Hospital for a booking in appointment with the midwives and then a health and well being check with the doctors. Then if all looks good, you get cleared to continue seeing just your GP until you are 36 weeks. High risk pregnancies don't have this option and need to go to the OB's at the hospital for every appointment]

I had to ring the hospital a fortnight ago to cancel a GYN appointment I had, while the lovely lady was checking the appointments and congratulating me on my pregnancy she noticed something odd.

Despite having seen the GP weeks before, they had no record of an antenatal referral for me AT ALL. I asked her to check again and she did, she even went so far as to check through all the recently received paperwork that hadn’t been entered into the computers yet.

Nothing.

So I of course, rang the GP [Locum, remember] to try and sort out what the fuck had happened. Do you know, I haven’t been able to get in touch with him! When I do finally get my call answered, I got told that the current receptionist knew nothing about it and could I call back when the other girl was working and they had had a chance to talk to the doctor please?

Fuck ME!

So I didn’t bother. I figure I’m not going to die between then and when my regular GP gets back to work (Monday, sweet sweet Monday) and I will go see him then and get everything sorted out.

No matter that I will be nearly 11 weeks along by the time I get to see him. No matter that it takes up to 8 weeks to get an appointment at the hospital. No matter that everything that counts will have been done by then, even though the hospital won’t know I exist.

Dammit, I just want to see my regular GP and have him sort everything out.

So my advice? Never trust a Locum, or the receptionists when their boss is on holiday, because you won’t get anywhere.

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So far everything is still going well. My abdomen continues to expand with intestines and stuff, while my uterus remains pushing hard up against my spine [my hip and lower back are protesting this quite a lot].

I cannot wait for this first trimester to be over and for the nausea and exhaustion to stop. I want to be able to feel the baby move so I can stop thinking morbid dead baby thoughts. I want to feel certain that at the end of all this, I will have a real baby to take home.

I am still definitely pregnant and heading closer towards the time when I can schedule a NT scan. I want to be able to discuss my dates vs my ultrasound with my REAL doctor.

And there is some other stuff going on here that I can’t blog about right now, but it’s big and it isn’t pleasant, so any good thoughts you send my way won’t go to waste. Trust me, send the good thoughts. We need them.

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Women and Vibrators

by Veronica on June 25, 2008

in Gotta Laugh

We all know blokes have a wank (although some women try to deny this fact) but how many women are open about masturbation?

Hardly any that I know of. At least not in real life.

So what is it that we are all so scared of? Are we scared of our best friend finding out that we like orgasms, even when our man is too tired to give them to us? Or when you don’t have a man at all?

Why do vibrators scare women so much that we orgasm with them and yet we can’t talk about them? I got a google search the other day ‘is it okay to buy my 14 year old a vibrator?’

OF COURSE IT FUCKING IS! Buy her a vibrator and a good store of batteries. Install a lock on her door and let her orgasm her way to bliss. If she’s home playing with a vibrator then she isn’t out getting her rocks off with a 15 year old boy who could possibly get her pregnant!

[Not that I did that of course. Ahem]

Women need orgasms as much as men do and if your hubby is a bit weird about it, remind him that the more orgasms you have, the more you want and he should really go and buy you some batteries shouldn’t he!

If nothing else, he might set out to prove exactly why the real thing is better than a vibrating version. Or not, as your tastes may run.

Most women masturbate at some point. Some use it to fall asleep at night, or to get rid of headaches (and yes, orgasms do indeed help with headaches).

So why are we so anal about it? You all know that my lovely daughter found my vibrator one day and then appeared, swinging it like a light sabre.

And you all know that I am pregnant and on a sex ban, therefore my imagination may be getting away from me at times [if it happens in my dreams, then it doesn't count].

I don’t think I have ever spoken about masturbating [in as many words] with friends. Until I started blogging, I had never discussed the pros and cons of sex toys with anyone aside from Nathan.

So I want to know, have you discussed sex toys with your best friends? What about masturbation?

Would you attend (or host) one of those sex toys parties?

And if I hosted a sex toy party (which I have always wanted to do), would you like me to post about it afterwards?

All pictures again stolen from my favourite site.

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It’s Been A Bad Day, Please Don’t Take A Picture

by Veronica on June 24, 2008

in Life

So I need you to do some imagining.

Last night:

First, you have a toddler and that toddler gets into the sugar bowl at 9.30pm, 2 hours after bedtime. Then that toddler suddenly had all! this! extra! energy! and discovers how to break out of her gated bedroom.

Then you have to imagine various levels of toddler chaos until midnight, when she finally settled enough to fall asleep for me.

Then she wakes a few times between 12am and 7am. At 7am her world needs to end and she needs to come to bed with Mummy for a few hours, regularly kicking Mummy in the back.

She then spent the day out with my Mum (thankyou!) and came home in a slightly clingy, but mostly happy mood.

She fingerpainted with guacamole, all over the carpet. She refused to eat her dinner, but sat next to me and ate all mine quite happily (seriously, how does that reasoning work?).

Then I puked. And got a splinter. And trod on a bead and swore to high heaven.

So, I did what I always do on shitty days. I turned on the music really loud and danced and sung like an idiot. Can you picture me dancing and singing like an idiot with Amy on my hip? Amy thought it was hilarious. So did I until I looked down and realised that she had pooped all over my hip.

So, here is my song for bad days. It needs playing up REALLY REALLY loud.

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Bigger and Bigger

by Veronica on June 22, 2008

in Pregnant. Finally.

So, it has been 9w3d since my last period started. Even though my ultrasound put my dates at 8w tomorrow, I find that I am going to disagree with what the ultrasound said.

Amy measured small from day one (at one point she ws measuring 3 weeks behind), despite me knowing exactly when I fell pregnant with her. This time around I know exactly when I fell pregnant, regardless of whether an ultrasound measurement agrees with me. At the end of the day, we have a nice healthy heartbeat and that is all that counts.

I seriously doubt that a pregnancy test that recommended you wait until 19 days after you last had sex to test, would show a positive result a mere 8 days (and if we are going to be picky, it was 7 days, 8 hours) after our last, well, you know.

So, unless otherwise told, I am going to continue to count things by my dates. And by my dates, MY WORD is my belly getting large. Like, REALLY big [here is last week's photo for comparison. I didn't realise how huge I looked until I saw last weeks photo]

Sure, most of that is probably water and intestines and stuff, but hell, I am as big here (I took this this afternoon) as I was at 20 weeks last time! AND the photo was taken when all I had been able to stomach was some apple sauce for the entire day. Oy.

So yes, the little one continues to grow and I continue to feel sick and exhausted and incredibly happy to have finally gotten here.

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