May 2011
28 posts
By the way...
… Sorry for the hideous stereotyping in the previous post. Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange
During my first pregnancy I developed a trashy...
… Seriously, I’d only ever really read music magazines up to that point. I actually ended up cancelling my music mag subscriptions because I could not be arsed to read anything that required half a brain to interpret. The worst thing is my trashy mag habit has stayed with me (and I’ve sadly never regained my serious muso side)! This pregnancy I’ve gone a step further. Not...
23.6.2006...
…is the date I found out I was pregnant with Jack. The reason I know this is because I just googled when Massive Attack headlined 02 Wireless, which happened to be the same day.
After I took the pregnancy test in the toilet of a cafe opposite Crouch Hill station that morning, I’d spent all day fretting trying to find a doctor (obviously the sort of skank that takes a pregnancy test...
Although...
… We ALL seem to be liking Joshua Benxamin Davey-Castro (Josh for short). Watch this space I guess! Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange
Che Davey-Castro
Jack has suggested the name Che after one of his friends, which I like. I actually suggested this name for Jack but Jim thought Che Davey-Castro was a bit communist. Perhaps two of us will have a better chance of persuading him. Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange
CBT
Also, I had my last CBT sesh yesterday. Seems I’ve chilled the f*** out about the pregnancy and work is challenging and fun since we had the restructure.
Childbirth
Sorry I haven’t posted the scan pic yet. Work was really busy last week so I didn’t get a chance to scan it and I’ve not been in this week.
I’m collapsed in bed as I type this. In general I’d been feeling loads better but since yesterday I’ve been completely shattered.
Just got back from the obstetrician which was pretty heavy but good news in general I...
Jim's got his priorities straight...
Me: Out of interest, if I left buying all the things we need for the baby to you, would you actually bother to look up what we needed?
Jim: Not sure. Maybe nearer the time I guess. I'm not really one for doing things four months in advance... unless it's buying cricket tickets.
Sam I Am
Those of you familiar with the Dr Seuss book ‘Green Eggs and Ham’, Jack wants to call his brother ‘Sam I am’ in homage. (Those of you who aren’t, get hold of a copy - it’s brilliant!).
Does Jack know things about my husband that I...
Me: Jack, don't spit in the street, that's a filthy habit
Jack: Daddy does it
Me: No he does not. Your daddy is not the kind of person who spits in the street
Jack (shakes head): He really is, mummy, he really is...
22 week scan...
… was yesterday. They had me in there for what seemed like ages and I have to say it wasn’t completely pleasant.
I’d assumed that I wouldn’t need an internal scan at this stage (sorry if you’re reading this post, Dave) but I was wrong. With Jack I never even had one - this pregnancy I’ve already had three and it is not nice. The good news is that this hour...
It's late so I'll be brief
I have to say I’ve been a bit anxious these last couple of days. Work has been mental and as a result I’ve not felt the baby kick very obviously (apparently they sleep when you’re active, also you’re less likely to pay attention).
I’ve been a bit panicky about it but for the most part have been telling myself I’m overreacting.
Anyway, I was lying in bed...
When I'm on the tube, I sometimes...
… visualise a scenario in my head where I end up giving up my seat to a more heavily pregnant women. Today it nearly happened! I saw a pregnant woman and seriously considered offering her my seat. But I was just so exhausted I instead said loudly ‘I’m really sorry, I would give you my seat but I’m pregnant too’. This did the trick and the guy next to me gave up his...
Kicking
There’s been a really marked change in the kicking this past week or so. It’s really comforting being able to feel separate distinct kicks, if a little bit distracting. I’m really enjoying pregnancy now. I actually had a dream last night that the baby had been born and I woke up feeling warm and fuzzy inside.
Oh, and by the way, Jack is still in desperate...
We were watching Peter Pan on the weekend and he said that he and daddy were pirates and I was a mermaid. I was pretty indignant. After all, I’m the one who likes all the skull and crossbones paraphernalia.
‘I don’t want to be a mermaid, I want to be a pirate too, like you and daddy’. ‘No mummy. You’re a girl. Girls have to be mermaids’ came the reply. I...
When I'm on the tube and nobody gives me a seat...
… I entertain myself by thinking of ways I might shame people into giving me one.
My list includes making a show of sitting down on the floor of a packed train carriage, writing PREGNANT on my forehead in black marker and just plonking myself down on the lap of an unsuspecting fellow passenger.
I reckon I might do at least one of the above later on in my pregnancy.
My friend Carrie...
…about matched me in the reprobate stakes at university, except she had a boyfriend and was er… less free with her affections than I was. All that aside we got up to lots of mischief together, most of which it’s best not to repeat on t’interweb. On Wednesday we are going to pregnancy yoga together. I’m enjoying the irony of this muchly!
Baby is particularly bouncy today...
That is all!
Childish, moi?
Jack: Where's daddy?
Me: He's shrunk and he's hiding under the pillow.
(Jack thinks for a moment, then checks under pillow).
Me: Owned!
(I seemed to find this more amusing than Jack who just looked bemused at my childishness).
20 weeks today...
… and a staggering number of work colleagues commented on how well I looked in the pregnancy. The words ‘blooming’, ‘radiant’ and ‘glowing’ may even have been used at some points.
Thing is, I know it had more to do with the fact I wore make-up for once today. So thank you very much MAC. You are expensive but well worth the price!
KRAZEEE!
This morning I’m feeling exceptionally sorry for myself. My throat is no better and I’m running late for work. On the plus side I don’t seem to have been poisoned by the chicken burger though so… if you’re reading this Perfect Fried Chicken, I’m very sorry I doubted your products.
I’ve already voted in the AV referendum but got really confused between...
Moan
This week I’ve had a hacking cough combined with a throat that has been attacked repeatedly with a razor blade. And then some.
Of course, I’ve had worse. It definitely isn’t flu and isn’t even that bad compared to colds I’ve had in the past.
I’ve been really wussy and moany about it and even spent most of the long weekend in bed. Today I cancelled an...
Jack is convinced that pink is my favourite...
Don’t get me wrong now… I LIKE pink. But I don’t like it best, even if I could pin myself down to one favourite colour.
As far as I can gather, Jack’s assumption is founded on a simple equation: I’m a girl, girls like pink and therefore I must like pink. Foolproof logic as far as a four-year-old is concerned.
And it’s not like he’s alluded to it just...
