Look what hatched here overnight.
Love the love heart.
Current count is seven, with three eggs to go. 70% success rate at this stage is HUGE and I’m pleased.
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Duckling!
If ducklings knew anything about the Internet, this one would be shouting “FIRST” in triumph, as the other eggs are only just starting to crack.
I’ll keep an eye on the nest and make sure she sits long enough, but I’m not terribly worried – last time she sat for four days after the first baby hatched.
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16 weeks
So, sixteen weeks.
There’s not a lot of anything new to update. The nausea and exhaustion continue, as does the expansion of my uterus.
My joints have gone to shit and I succeeded in sleeping badly last night, waking up with my left shoulder fully dislocated. I’m sort of glad that I was half asleep relocating it, because I don’t remember much, except that it hurt and all of the muscles around it were spasming.
The muscles in my neck are swollen this morning and my shoulder blades ache, but that is nothing unusual.
Still no weight gain, but I seem to have stopped the weight loss, finally. Eating is becoming easier, provided I don’t forget to take the maxalone and my EDS nausea doesn’t flare (which involves remembering to take my PPI medication every morning).
Apparently the baby this week is the size of an avocado, which merely makes me crave avocado and toast and doesn’t speak to me of a baby kicking around in there.
Oh! And movement – from the small flutters I’ve been getting, we’ve transitioned upwards to definite pokes, some of which can be felt externally. Amy is very eager to feel the baby kick and I’m hoping I can indulge her in the next few weeks.
Isaac however just wants to kiss and pat my stomach, which is very cute at lunchtime and not so cute 30 minutes after he’s been put to bed.
My breasts are huge (you can see me trying to contain them) and starting to leak. This I find incredibly unfair – I didn’t have to deal with randomly leaking breasts until I was 7 months along with both other children, so what the hell body?
Yet again, I can repeat that despite the nausea, exhaustion and broken joints, this is my least eventful pregnancy.
It’s a bit bizarre, in a good way.
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POP goes the … squash?
This morning it was fine and this afternoon we found this:
All I can wonder is, what kind of noise did it make?
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From desolate wasteland to something possibly resembling a garden
When we moved into this house, the backyard was a wasteland of cushion stuffing, holes, dust and rubbish. It wasn’t fantastic and we’ve spent the last few years trying to get the garden up and running.
On one hand, SUCCESS!
On the other hand, now the weeds actually grow and my pumpkin vines appear to have taken over the path, fence and gate. Which would be awesome, except they’re also vicious, resistant to being trained and despite five metres of viney wilderness, there are only two pumpkins in there.
I’m contenting myself with the fact that where the pumpkin vine is growing, there aren’t too many weeds.
Which is more than I can say for the rest of the garden, which is growing lovely lush grass, while my greens get eaten by grubs.
Grumble grumble.
The mint is doing rather well however. As are the prickles and the couple of apple trees I grew from seed.
The best bit about all the work we’ve put in however, is seeing the return of the natural eco-system. My perpetual spinach is the favoured hunting place for my frogs, the pumpkins and tomatoes have drawn in the bees and there are butterflies coming in as well.
It’s nice to watch – even if the frogs now mean that I can’t cut back the (seeding) perpetual spinach that has taken over half of a garden bed.
