First official craving...
1 September 2005, 07:24
Roast lamb.
For breakfast.
I don’t really like roast lamb.
No-one sells roast-lamb for breakfast in the CBD.
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30 August 2005, 21:16
That’s the problem when you have a blog - you write something remotely worrisome and next thing you know, you have friends and rellies breathing down the other end of the phone in a mad panic, quizzing you (actually husband) about what on earth is going on!?!? Kinki. Learns. Lesson. No rabbiting on about stuff unless she has a definitive answer. Or perhaps learn to shut mouth a bit. But definitely appreciate all the love and concern - I really am an insular, self-absorbed little shit.
After my last so-journ into minor-complication land, I am happy to report that everything is AOK. I have a borderline low-lying placenta, which can cause bleeding and means, if it doesn’t move away from the cervix before I pop the nugget, then I’d need to have a caesarean ‘cos the placenta can’t come out before said nugget. Happily, in 90% of cases, the placenta floats to the top of one’s uterus before that glorious day. Sigh.
Oh obstetrics schmetrics - there’s so much to learn and only another 5 months to do it in…
19 weeks today, oh glory be. Am even starting to show! Although my girlfriend who’s just popped out a couple of twins (ahem, just the one set) surmised I was only 12 weeks… guess that will teach me for being such a toned and terrific wonder-mama-goddess type person. Or not.
What else is news - still having pesky headaches and attempting to find a GP I actually like. I’m not Melbourne-born see, and haven’t grown up with a family doctor and good ones seem very thin on the ground. Perhaps I’m just an acute fuss-pot but every GP I’ve gone to see has either been condesending, incompetent, unpleasant, vague or just plain weird.
Luckily, I rarely go to the doctor for anything important so it’s never been an issue, but I’ve been summarily informed that I need to find one and super-quick because apparently you cannot have a child and not have a regular GP. I think it must be classified as child-cruelty or something. Schmeck…
The GP I went to last week when I needed a referral for somethingorother, launched into a diatribe within 5 minutes of me entering her office about the Birthing Centre and what a bunch of non-interventionist hippies they were and that they gave me “inappropriate” advice (in response to the midwive’s “wait and see” approach at 12 weeks to my spotting). Interestingly enough, the Doctor in Emergency (a medical practitioner and not a midwife) gave me the same advice when I first went in, but she didn’t have anything to say about that. Oh, no.
Not sure why she couldn’t keep her opinions to herself. Apparently I need a good solid education about something…
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27 August 2005, 09:36
[Calm amongst] Chaos… Click to enlarge in Gallery
Waiting..... Waiting.....
24 August 2005, 08:47
So I decided to go back to Emergency last night to see what the f is going on with this spotting business.
I got to the hospital at 5.30, saw a triage nurse right away, then got to see a doctor 3 hours later, at 8.30. 3 hours. Categorically the longest I’ve had to wait for anything. Except a husband.
I don’t necessarily mind waiting for 3 hours, as there were a few women who stumbled in after me, clearly in pressing need of a doctor, but I was the only one waiting for 3 hours and no-one bothered to give me an update.
I was also starving as hell and all I had to watch on the big waiting room TV screen was Neighbours and The Simpsons. Torture me, why don’t you…
After all the waiting, I saw a doctor who examined me, gave me a 2D ultrasound to make sure MiniMc was still alive and kicking (affirmative, captain) and said I had to come back tomorrow (ahem, which is today) for an ultrasound and some more tests. Blimey.
Permanent Link | Comments [1]The Good, the Bad, and the Very Ugly
20 August 2005, 17:19
... what am I gonna do when I’m not pregnant anymore? I can’t possibly be expected to live without all this attention, all these kind gestures, all the love…
A (virtual) stranger, Gleek has offered to make me baby knits, lovely cards and flowers have come in from friends and family (no, this is not meant to make you feel guilty!), people at work have insisted they will be much nicer to me now I’m pregnant (hmmmm, I feel a cunning aside…) and my web family (ahem, you) have been gushing in their congratulations (and if you haven’t, I’d like to know why).
Thanks Sam!
Yup, being pregnant sure does have its upsides. It also has its downsides - like. blood. They carry on about how wonderful being up the duff is ‘cos you don’t have your period for a whole 9 months, but forget, of course, about the incessant nose bleeds and if you’re me, the spotting and yesterday (sorry, am about to gross you out) blood in one’s vomit. Ick. Am sick to death of blood. I strained so much over the bowl yesterday that I burst blood vessels around my eyes, so I now look like a red-freckled raccoon. This is not pretty.
MiniMc is still behaving itself though, which is somewhat maddening. You think it’d be making its presence felt so I could take solace in the fact that all these things are happening for a reason. Like giving life and pumping blood into its tiny form. But. Unreasonably. No.
On the plus-side I went maternity clothes shopping today, and quite miraculously, at the non-maternity stores, I was having to get an XS, which, for someone like my giganticness, is a conundrum. Buy an M all my life, get thoroughly up the duff and, lo and behold, have to buy a S or XS.
What is going on? Has the world gone mad???
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