Getting back into the school routine has knocked the entire family around. Gone are the luxurious sleep-ins that Isaac wants and Amy is no longer able to raid the fridge before anyone else is awake.
Now, if I was any sort of new and popular blogger, I’d have a series of tips here, complete with a shiny graphic. I’d be ready to tell you all about how to adjust your routine and make sure that everyone bounds out of bed without swearing at the alarm, or screaming.
But of course, I’m me, and fabulous graphics are not really my thing, nor are tips and advice on how to live your life. Sorry, but you’ll have to buy a magazine for that.
Instead, we’ve been stricken by an end of Summer cold. I use the royal “we” here, but really I mean Isaac and I. Amy, our darling germ carrier was a bit sniffly for a couple of days before improving today (thank god, because it’s photo day) and Nathan has had a sore throat that he’s very kindly shared with me.
However, it’s onwards and upwards, because anything that doesn’t land Isaac in hospital is not really a bug worth whining about (sure, he sounds like a frog croaking, but he’s eating and playing cars).
Pregnancy is going well, you know, all the usual bits and pieces happening. My pelvis falls apart on average twice a day, but I’m much better at putting it back together now. Babe is fluttering occasionally, enough to let me know that it isn’t dead in there and my uterus continues to expand at a normal rate(photos when I warm up enough to upwrap myself from the blankets I’ve wrapped around my shoulders – stupid body temperature).
I had an antenatal appointment last week that consisted of a LOT of waiting, a lot of talking, a slightly panicked midwife (BUT YOU HAVE TO BE HIGH RISK!!!) and a calm, brilliant OB (Sure, you’re not low risk, but I accept that there isn’t going to be much we can do for you, and sure you can have midwife care).
After two pregnancies with doctors and midwives alike panicking about the growth of my uterus and smaller than average babies, I’ve been set up with my very own personalised growth chart for this kid, hopefully averting professional panicking down the track. I’m not sure that 20th percentile babies are even all that much to worry about.
Really, this is about it.
How are you?
I still dont do mornings unless its coated in sugar and shoved down my throat. My brain isnt wanting to play nice and my boss is on the “LETS DO THINGS PROPERLY” bandwagon.
Oh, add to that a suspiciously non painful time of the month (no painkillers orally and only 1 lot of 8 hour heat patches), a cleaner that appears to work miracles and the fact I am remembering to eat breakfast without prompting has me anticipating something disaterous.
Can I come home and work in the self storage business again and not have to be a grownup please?
Argh! I wish someone would send me that shiny blog post with the graphic! lol. Hope things get easier
I like it over here, there’s no fabulous graphics getting in the way of life! Routines can be so hard, especially changing from one to another. I’ve never been good at it, less fun when you’re even less well than usual.
Sending love to you all because it’s free and I have plenty to spare. xxx
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Effing, shagging iPhone. Can you delete that comment above, it got submitted rather prematurely. Anyway, so glad to hear that the pregnancy is going well, the way my pelvis is feeling at the moment makes me wince to think of how yours must be, I have tried to blank out the horror that was walking in my last two pregnancies. We’ve all had some sort of super -mega-disgusting virus from hell. It affected my voice the last couple of days and I sounded like a pubescent boy, which was fun. Yay for midwifery care, and there’s nothing wrong with a 20th percentile baby if that’s just the way your babies are made, why is that do hard for them to grasp? I’m lucky that I got mostly understanding when it came to my tiny headed but long babies, mostly. Apart from that one pregnancy when they panicked and tried to insist she was not growing due to tiny head. It’s annoying. xxxxxx
but everyone has to fall exactly on that 50th percentile line or something terrible will occur!!!
crikey. bloody panickers. 20th percentile is still on the chart.
Glad to read about the flutters 🙂
Healthwise, Millar is over his bout of pneumonia and we are trying our best to keep everyone healthy and as far away from hospital in India as possible.
Very snotty this end! Glad to hear you and Babe are ok and well done for finding someone to write your own chart – hang onto them!
Glad to hear all is well.
I’m getting an end of Summer cold too! Every.Fricken.Year. GRRRRRR.
Glad you’re getting your own personalised chart with your pregnancy! Does that mean you have more antenatal appointments than normal? What pregnancy is ‘normal’ anyway?
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