Weekend Update
12 December 2005, 06:17
First up, obligatory monthly comparison tummy…
33w4d
Doesn’t look a hell of a lot different to 29w 5d except maybe a bit more tired looking (puffy?). I have grown roughly 6cm since then and am feeling very “full”. Right now, particularly full on my left side, as MiniMc’s elbow is poking out. Hours of fun I tells ya, hours….
Saturday had a smattering of comedies of errors – firstly I had my midwife appointment at 9am. I have a wee booklet called a “VMR” (Victorian Medical Record) which is a plastic covered book-sized folder which opens up to A4, which the midwife uses to track my progress.
I give VMR to the midwife, she opens it, and in the crease of the A4 page is a MASSIVE black house spider curled up (which promptly sprung into action). Scared the living SHIT out of me. Good to see how midwife reacted in crisis though – she promptly OK’d it with me to take it into the corridor and stomp on it, I agreed, she did just that and returned quite composed. Will now be forever known as Spider-Girl. Schmeck.
I got home and went to unlock our front screen door, and the lock had summarily broken. It’s one of those heavy wire doors – a real beauty – but suspiciously constructed so as to disallow unscrewing the lock to open the door. So we’re using the back door now. We’d just had the front corner of our house restumped, too (as our front door wouldn’t open) and thought we’d never have to use the bloody back door again. As it turns out, the front door started jamming yet again last week, so it looks like we’ll have to get the entire front section of the house restumped in the next few months. Rotten timing.
Went to see a fil-em at Nova that night – “Thumbsucker” – which was rather good. Sitting down for long periods of time is a chore so I check first to see if a fil-em is 90 minutes or less these days. How very geriatric of me…
As we returned home around 10.30, husband and wife thought they’d have a bit of a cuddle under the stars, when a cop car cruises down our street and stops, asking us if “everything’s OK” in that loaded tone. You know the tone. Um yes, I’m just having a frikkin’ romantic moment if you please. Seems the sight of a preggo woman canoodling is too unseemly for today’s constabulary. Good to know they didn’t have anything more critical to attend to, though.
Yesterday was exhausting. 4 hours of bloody ante-natal class. We did get to see a recently pushed-out, one-day old baby being bathed, but to be frank, I haven’t really gotten that much out of the classes. I think the support person generally gets more out of them anyway, as they’re not as anally versed in pregnancy and childbirth as those about to go through it are.
It got to 32 degrees or something yesterday… even parking my arse on the hammock was too hot (+ neighbour’s 4-y.o, a.k.a the “town-crier” was screaming and crying for about 15 minutes as if his parents had his thumbs in a thumbscrew…) and the serenity was far too serene. Ended up grumpy and dehydrated. Not like Kinki at all.
35 degrees today. 5 days of work to go. 1 very funny little baby trying to karate chop its way out of my belly…
Permanent Link | - Wife and I have been through it a couple times and it doesn’t seem to have changed in the ensuing 24 years. It will pass (double entendre there) in due time. Yes, the partner gets more from the classes as s/he is the one who needs to remember these things as they happen. Prospective mommy is too busy trying to remember to breathe and push on demand to remember which way the head is turning at this stage of the game.
Keep with it. You’ll soon be demanding to hold that little greased pig when the midwife seems to be hogging the cuddling-time in the birthing room.
— Leonard Gump Dec 13, 12:33 AM #
