Dude!
I am feeling seriously unsettled at the moment! My belly is sitting so
low the baby is practically between my legs, I've been getting those
aweful stretching pains that you get when that area is widening to
accomidate baby. A little early perhaps, but still encouraging in an
uncomfortable way. Back pain is with me nearly all the time, which is
another simptom of baby sitting so low and so far out the front. My
lower body is really stiff, with half my normal movement available to
me, which is also normal for where baby is siting. And feeling starving
and nausious by turns, also normal, if a wee bit early in the pregnancy.
I've just hit 30 weeks, and I shouldn't be getting half of this for
atleast another four weeks!
I am attempting to distract myself by going to various groups and anouncing my opinions on them, and if you want to follow me just click on my activity button.
I want this baby to come o-out!!
Gaspode took himself for a walk the other day, and was picked up by a lovely lady who called us (via the info on his tag) to tell us she had him, and when Michael went in to get him he got a lecture about his fleas, to which Michael said he did not have the energy to tell the woman that we had tried everything she suggested, but never mind. He said she was quite happy, and her talk was not nasty, so I am not going to let it bother me.
Malachi had his first taste of schoolwork today, and boy did he give me a run for my money! He was superbly uninterested, and grumped at me that it was taking too long and he wanted to play. I retorted that it was his own fault that it was taking so long, and if he stoped trying to get out of it and just diod it he'd be done with it faster!! This didn't make much of an impression, but we got it all done ion the end :)
Phebe was unhappy with me today because I spent very little time with her in the morning, being taken up with Malachi, and she turned into a sooky, cuddly, grizzly monster, and this has given me insite to the possibilities of what she might be like when baby actually arrives . . . Pheeuh! Makes me tired just to think of it!
Have taken up my morning walks again, and occasionally I take a child with me (cause I'm walking slower, and they can keep, up!), and always Gaspode. I will generally be gone about an hour before brekky, but am going half the distance. I feel so heavy, and baby usually moves down during the walk, so it gets difficult to move on the way becak, but I do not let that stop me, as I know I need to move!
Granny is still in Tassie, and she called Michael the other day, and in the midst of their chatting she announced she felt that she could only have one child one day a week, so because their a three children, each child would have to wait three weeks to have their turn. Now, she always does this, changes her mind, and makes ludicris announcements, and we usually accomidate her till she works it all out, but I'm afraid this is not fine. The children will not understand why their Granny won't see them, or why they have to wait so long for their turn, so I am going to put my foot down and tell her that if this is the way she feels she can either have all of us on any given day of the week, or she cannot have them at all, because I will not put up with them being jealous of each other, because the visits are so few and far between. Or do the explaining and consoling because one gets to go off while the others have to wait so long for their turn. I am afraid she is going to have to find some sort of compromise with us, because I am too pregnant to deal with this.
Its been raining steadily for a week now (funny how it didn't rain while we were away, and most of my seedlings died because of it, but since we've been back its done nothing but rain!!), and Phebe has wet her bed twice, but the problem with drying has not been the rain, because I can simply hang them inside and turn on the fan. The problem is the humity! The clothes and what not only seem to dry so much, and then the humidity won't let them dry any further. Most frustating!
Also I have had to venture ouin the rain the put snail bait down around my rockmellon seedlings, as the snails don't seem to mind if its raining, and I desperatly want these little pants to grow! But I take heart! They haven't got 'em yet!!
We have been able to get news of all the people we know in the flooded areas, so we have been able to relax a bit, because no one close to us has been lost. I know it must sound heartless, but honestly, I can't cope with the bigger picture at the moment, chooseing rather to leave it in the Good Lord's hands and let Him worry about it, as I have enough to think about at the second!!
Granny will be okay, and I'm sure it'll sort itself out, it was just a blind hit in left field that I wasn't expecting, and I shall get Michael to talk to her about it, as he can smooth talk his mother like no one else can. It's all good, mate :)
I shall probably feel right as rain tomorrow. I'm feeling better as we speak because the dispicable humidity has died right back, and it looks like its shaping up to be the first night all week where I've needed to shut the windows to keep the rooms warm. YAY!
The baby will come when the baby is ready!
Malachi will learn to read be-auti-fully!
The fleas on Gaspode will be fixed with the next treatment!
Phebe is a darling and I love her to pieces!!
The snails SHALL NOT WIN!!
I am attempting to distract myself by going to various groups and anouncing my opinions on them, and if you want to follow me just click on my activity button.
I want this baby to come o-out!!
Gaspode took himself for a walk the other day, and was picked up by a lovely lady who called us (via the info on his tag) to tell us she had him, and when Michael went in to get him he got a lecture about his fleas, to which Michael said he did not have the energy to tell the woman that we had tried everything she suggested, but never mind. He said she was quite happy, and her talk was not nasty, so I am not going to let it bother me.
Malachi had his first taste of schoolwork today, and boy did he give me a run for my money! He was superbly uninterested, and grumped at me that it was taking too long and he wanted to play. I retorted that it was his own fault that it was taking so long, and if he stoped trying to get out of it and just diod it he'd be done with it faster!! This didn't make much of an impression, but we got it all done ion the end :)
Phebe was unhappy with me today because I spent very little time with her in the morning, being taken up with Malachi, and she turned into a sooky, cuddly, grizzly monster, and this has given me insite to the possibilities of what she might be like when baby actually arrives . . . Pheeuh! Makes me tired just to think of it!
Have taken up my morning walks again, and occasionally I take a child with me (cause I'm walking slower, and they can keep, up!), and always Gaspode. I will generally be gone about an hour before brekky, but am going half the distance. I feel so heavy, and baby usually moves down during the walk, so it gets difficult to move on the way becak, but I do not let that stop me, as I know I need to move!
Granny is still in Tassie, and she called Michael the other day, and in the midst of their chatting she announced she felt that she could only have one child one day a week, so because their a three children, each child would have to wait three weeks to have their turn. Now, she always does this, changes her mind, and makes ludicris announcements, and we usually accomidate her till she works it all out, but I'm afraid this is not fine. The children will not understand why their Granny won't see them, or why they have to wait so long for their turn, so I am going to put my foot down and tell her that if this is the way she feels she can either have all of us on any given day of the week, or she cannot have them at all, because I will not put up with them being jealous of each other, because the visits are so few and far between. Or do the explaining and consoling because one gets to go off while the others have to wait so long for their turn. I am afraid she is going to have to find some sort of compromise with us, because I am too pregnant to deal with this.
Its been raining steadily for a week now (funny how it didn't rain while we were away, and most of my seedlings died because of it, but since we've been back its done nothing but rain!!), and Phebe has wet her bed twice, but the problem with drying has not been the rain, because I can simply hang them inside and turn on the fan. The problem is the humity! The clothes and what not only seem to dry so much, and then the humidity won't let them dry any further. Most frustating!
Also I have had to venture ouin the rain the put snail bait down around my rockmellon seedlings, as the snails don't seem to mind if its raining, and I desperatly want these little pants to grow! But I take heart! They haven't got 'em yet!!
We have been able to get news of all the people we know in the flooded areas, so we have been able to relax a bit, because no one close to us has been lost. I know it must sound heartless, but honestly, I can't cope with the bigger picture at the moment, chooseing rather to leave it in the Good Lord's hands and let Him worry about it, as I have enough to think about at the second!!
Granny will be okay, and I'm sure it'll sort itself out, it was just a blind hit in left field that I wasn't expecting, and I shall get Michael to talk to her about it, as he can smooth talk his mother like no one else can. It's all good, mate :)
I shall probably feel right as rain tomorrow. I'm feeling better as we speak because the dispicable humidity has died right back, and it looks like its shaping up to be the first night all week where I've needed to shut the windows to keep the rooms warm. YAY!
The baby will come when the baby is ready!
Malachi will learn to read be-auti-fully!
The fleas on Gaspode will be fixed with the next treatment!
Phebe is a darling and I love her to pieces!!
The snails SHALL NOT WIN!!
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