I spotted these for sale yesterday night in Sainsburys. They made me laugh, for both their quirkiness and also the size of their outfits…
… It was like the outfits represented the size many wish/imagine themselves to be, even though in reality they are really the larger sized gingerbread men/woman.
Embrace who you are, whatever size or shape you are. If you don’t like the size you are work to change it, but remember that whatever shape or size you are, you are greatly loved by God…for being YOU, whatever that is, for better & worse, the good and the bad, for the flab or skinnyness. God created you, and who you are inside is so much more important than any part of your external appearance.
So this morning we had our 20 week scan. I’m 20 weeks and 5 days along in my pregnancy, so about 19 weeks left!
It was almost like baby knew that this morning was a day to perform, because I felt baby move this morning while I was still sat in bed looking at my phone. Recently I haven’t really felt baby’s wriggles until the afternoon or after I’ve had something to eat. During the scan we saw some lovely wriggles and little one actually was in really good positions for the sonographer to take all the measurements that she needed. The heart looks incredible, it was more amazing than when I had echocardiograms on my own heart! I am so happy that little one is growing well. 
I really don’t look this big in a swimming costume, especially when I go to Aquanatal and am surrounded by ladies with much bigger bumps than me! I am the least far along at the moment, so I’m hoping for some new people to start coming who are about 16 weeks!
Random wondering:
Why is it that adult waste (e.g. Incontinence pads etc that are soiled) are supposed to be disposed of in Clinical Waste bags, which are collected specifically by the council, whereas baby/toddlers disposible nappies can (as far as I understand it), disposed of through the normal household waste!?!?
Through my care/support jobs I’ve seen the adult side of things. I know that officially even people living in their own private home should request yellow clinical waste bags, for incontinence pads.
This is what one of my iPhone apps told me not to do:
In general I don’t think my pregnancy has had too negative affect on me as a person – aka I’ve not had crazy mood swings. I’m now well & truly into the 2nd Trimester, the ‘best’ part apparently. The nausea has gone & been swapped for a regular hunger, which if not fed will mean I have a stomach ache/feel a bit sicky.
The one thing I’ve noticed recently is that my patience is a lot lower than normal. I don’t really notice this at home, because Andy knows how to read me & take necessary action if needed!! I’ve noticed it the most at work, when working with one chap. I work with a man who is moderately high on the autistic spectrum, but it high functioning. He can do a lot of things independently, but does have a learning disability, so needs extra support. He’s learnt how to be nice to people, but does not have empathy for other people.
I’ve found over recent weeks, my tolerance towards his quirks has decreases, which leads to be getting annoyed a lot quicker. I know that his manner towards all the staff has deteriorated recently, but I’m aware that I’m finding it harder at the moment to ignore/not be affected by.
I also work with a man whose been diagnosed with Aspergers, and he is so different, he is genuinely interested in other peoples lives. I think I’m working too many hours with the 1st chap & only a few hours with the other chap.
But hey, I’m grateful that I have a job that I generally enjoy, that isn’t strenuous.
On Sunday night I became aware that my throat was starting to feel scratchy. Now normally the first thing I do when I get this feeling is to suck an extra strong Strepsil, because they have antiseptic properties & can cure a sore throat before it fully kicks in. I’m not allowed to use them while pregnant though!! Actually there’s lots of things I can’t use/take while pregnant, like Lemsip or my beloved Night Nurse! I’ve had to go back to more basic methods to soothe my throat: hot sweet drinks, non-medicated sweets (eg soothers), gargling mouthwash or salt water.
Last night I struggled to sleep. I went to bed early, but then kept coughing or needing to drink/suck sweets! Andy offered to sleep on the sofa, but I turned down his offer, because although I’m the pregnant one, he’s the one working today, whilst I’ve got the day off. At a little after 1am I woke up & couldn’t settle & needed to pee, so I decided it would be best to move to the sofa. I dozed on & off, but feel quite groggy now!
Today we’ve got an IKEA delivery (bookshelves & cotbed) & I was sulking a little that I’d probably miss Aquanatal, but now I know I shouldn’t go anyway.
I’m sat on a rock in a mount of green near a car park. I’ve left Andy to do the walk up Hound Tor, while I rest at the bottom. I decided the walk here (& later back again) is plenty enough exercise for me. I’ve got a mug of hot chocolate to sip away at & so far it’s only spitted with rain for a few mins. I’m using one of my main ‘pregnancy cards’ (aka option to opt out of things).
I’ve been really rubbish at updating this blog recently, but I guess that’s because I’ve been too busy getting on with life or writing letters to individual people!
We’re on Dartmoor as part of our churches weekend away. We came up yesterday evening, after kindly being given a lift by Steph – which benefitted all of us: I didnt have to drive (& fill car with petrol 1st), she didn’t have to drive up on her own & Andy didn’t have to be willing to be back-up driver if I felt unwell!!
The weekend’s gone brilliant so far. The guest speaker is really good! I actually think he’s the best we’ve ever had!! There are less people this year, so meal time is less noisy & tiring.
It’s strange to think that this is the last year with just me & Andy, next year (if we come), we’ll have a baby as well! It was funny earlier, telling one of the oldest members of the congregation, that I’m pregnant – she is normally the one who knows all the gossip, but it seems like we’ve slipped through the gossip channels! Maybe everyone had given up on us after 6.5 years of being married, or didn’t want to ask incase if we were having problems.
I’ll just state for the record: it’s all gone pretty much to plan. I was a bit worried that after waiting & just wanting to enjoy being married so long, we might have problems, when we started trying… But God has been kind to us, & blessed us with the gift of growing life.
I’ll post this now, as it’s raining.
This blog has been rather neglected recently, not because I had nothing to say, but instead because the main thing on my mind I had to keep quiet about.
Let me introduce you to what was on my mind…
Here is the little life that is growing inside me!! I am currently 13 weeks and 3 days along, and my expected due date is 30th September 2012.
We had this scan on Monday, with a 13.50 appointment. The appointment was at the Womens Health Centre (at the hospital). It’s quite a new building, but is a tad confusing when you go in. On the website it has a lovely video about the facilities there, but a walkthrough video/pictures from the entrance would have been helpful, because it was a bit confusing where to go, and we ended up getting stuck between the two security doors, after following another couple through! I must say I was very pleased with the staff there, they were lovely, especially the lady that did the scan, and other than starting to do the NT test, when I’d requested NOT to have it, she gave us a long time to see all different parts of baby. When I asked about dating, she said that I was I further along than originally dated, putting me at 13 weeks +1, instead of 12 weeks +4, so I jumped half a week forward – woo hoo!
I was so nervous Monday before the scan. The silly thing is that one of my main concerns was that it was twins. I’m quite a small lady, so the idea of two babies, two children to give birth to one after another and then two babies in our small 2 bed flat – ekk! I’d started to be able to feel where baby was, but the reason was because I was further along than my dates. Nausea kicked in (on and off) less than 3 weeks after the start of my last period, so earlier than the majority of people, so I was pretty sure I was pregnant before I took the test.
During the scan little one did a funny little jig, which we got to witness! I wonder if it was fed up with being prodded or telling me to hurry up and empty my full bladder! Note for 20 week scan, I don’t need to drink so much before! It’s hard to get it right, because I’m so used to peeing after just one drink, I’m not used to be able to fill my bladder so full, but baby has moved up now, so there’s more room!
Up until last year, I was always someone who didn’t find sleeping any sort of problem. Except from the times when I was ill, I would always fall asleep really easily.
Sadly my: head on pillow – “goodnight” – 5,4,3,2,1 asleep; routine has disappeared!
I used to almost always fall asleep before Andy, but recently we’ve swapped, and I often find myself falling asleep to his breathing/snoring. Poor Andy it means he’s more likely to get poked or shoved, in the effort to get him to turn onto his side so that he snores less! He never used to get this abuse when I fell asleep first, because once I’m asleep I’m a heavy sleeper.
I’ve learnt from doing sleep-ins at work, that I have a ability to sleep heavily, but still be able to wake up to the sounds I’m tuned into. At work this was sounds of them getting up to go toilet or having a seizure. Granted the seizure sound for one chap was hard to miss as it was quite loud. The poor chap sounded like a deep voiced version of seeing something scary, and looked like it too. But if he went to the loo I needed to wake to check he got back to bed safely.
I used to do some stupid, probably illegal shifts at work. I used to have to wake up & physically get up & check on the above chap twice during the night, and I’d work 5-10 ’sleep-in’ 8-10, if not longer! I’d only get measly sleep-in rate, even though I GOT up twice!
My boss was a work-aholic, and it’s much harder to say something to someone whose life is their work, because you know if you couldn’t do a shift she would probably do it herself. She rarely went home or had a holiday! She’s a very poorly lady now, fighting cancer. To see her, she looks the same, but apparently the cancer is too advanced to defeat. She’ll battle on until her body gives up!
This post has digressed! What was I saying… Sleep. Yeah, I’m getting old, I now need to go to bed earlier & give my brain time to switch off.
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