T'was the night before Dot's birth. Mummy was too excited to sleep ...
4:39am. Due to get up at 5:15 to check in for 6:30am. I should be getting all the sleep I can, while I can, but I can't. It's worse than Christmas Eve - and believe me, I am like a little kid at Christmas, growing up did not spoil me for the most exciting day of the year. Except this year the most exciting day is the 19th of January. Today. Woo hoo!!!
I am also damn HUNGRY! I was told to fast from midnight, and seeing as I happened to be up finishing the packing (not sure why, I've been packing for about a week) I had a little snack around 11, 11:15, 11:30 and 11:45. From then 'til now, 5am, is not a long time, but I always wake up absolutely starving these days. Keeping food from a hungry pregnant woman is not a recipe for happy thoughts, I'll tell you that much!
Last night we put Euey to bed at my Mum and Dad's. It was weird wandering around the house getting prepared for Dot with Euey's bed empty. I always feel like something is slightly wrong when he's not underfoot but not in his bed, and last night it was worse 'cause I kind of felt like I'd shunted him off for the new arrival.
I'm sure he doesn't feel like that though, he loves being at Jeh and Mup's place (He hasn't quite got Gen and Mudge down pat, but he's getting there. Hasn't figured out Chuck or Gus completely either, but says Guck for both - although there is usually more emphasis on the 'G' when he means Gus and on the 'ck' when he means Chuck.) Anyway, the fact that he's learnt all their names is testament to how much he loves staying there, so I'm sure he'll be excited to wake up there.
Well, it's nearly time to wake up Willy. We set the alarm for 5:15am. He was up at 5am yesterday to get all his work done in preparation for today, then I kept him up 'til nearly midnight (no, not just so I could get in all the eating I could before I had to fast!) packing and organising and just generally 'nesting'!
Next time you check in for a Morrissey update we will be a family of FOUR!
Showing posts with label Preganancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Preganancy. Show all posts
Friday, 19 January 2007
Tuesday, 16 January 2007
Dear Dot
Dear Dot,
You can come out now. I know you want to. It can't be comfortable for you in there, otherwise why would you persist in doing the YMCA and split jumps on my bladder? Maybe that's your idea of fun, but at the moment my idea of fun is lying on my back with a guy cutting open my stomach in an air conditioned room. 3 days, that's all. Actually, 2 days and 18 hours, give or take a few minutes.
Strange that, knowing exactly when you'll arrive. We could write your birthday in the birthday book already. I watched Mum write 'Dot due, 1:30pm' in her diary the other day - that was weird. With your brother we knew he would be induced on the 14th of June (his due date), but after the first induction failed we didn't really lend much faith to that method. This is different, come Friday they will cut you out no matter what.
We still have no name. Well, that's not true, we have one; Aoife (pronounced 'ee-fa').
According to http://www.babynamesofireland.com/ it means "beautiful, radiant, joyful."
Known as the greatest woman warrior in the world, Aoife was the mother of Cuchulainn's only son, Connlach. Aoife Dearg ("Red Aoife") was a daughter of a king of Connacht who had her marriage arranged by St. Patrick himself.
We have loved the name since before Euey was born. The only drawback is that it's taken us this long to learn how to spell it - so how long will it take you? I'm sure you'll be clever enough to get the hang of it.
The real problem is: what if you don't LOOK like an Aoife? So, we need a list. But we can't find the baby name book we used when Euey didn't look like a Jack or any other name we picked. Maybe we'll download some stuff from the net. But really Dot, as disorganised as we sound, we actually have everything else completely ready for you, I promise.
Love Mum
You can come out now. I know you want to. It can't be comfortable for you in there, otherwise why would you persist in doing the YMCA and split jumps on my bladder? Maybe that's your idea of fun, but at the moment my idea of fun is lying on my back with a guy cutting open my stomach in an air conditioned room. 3 days, that's all. Actually, 2 days and 18 hours, give or take a few minutes.
Strange that, knowing exactly when you'll arrive. We could write your birthday in the birthday book already. I watched Mum write 'Dot due, 1:30pm' in her diary the other day - that was weird. With your brother we knew he would be induced on the 14th of June (his due date), but after the first induction failed we didn't really lend much faith to that method. This is different, come Friday they will cut you out no matter what.
We still have no name. Well, that's not true, we have one; Aoife (pronounced 'ee-fa').
According to http://www.babynamesofireland.com/ it means "beautiful, radiant, joyful."
Known as the greatest woman warrior in the world, Aoife was the mother of Cuchulainn's only son, Connlach. Aoife Dearg ("Red Aoife") was a daughter of a king of Connacht who had her marriage arranged by St. Patrick himself.
We have loved the name since before Euey was born. The only drawback is that it's taken us this long to learn how to spell it - so how long will it take you? I'm sure you'll be clever enough to get the hang of it.
The real problem is: what if you don't LOOK like an Aoife? So, we need a list. But we can't find the baby name book we used when Euey didn't look like a Jack or any other name we picked. Maybe we'll download some stuff from the net. But really Dot, as disorganised as we sound, we actually have everything else completely ready for you, I promise.
Love Mum
Friday, 5 January 2007
Summer
Well I shall eat my words.
I can't count the number of times people have said to me with that knowing look:
I calmly answered the same thing every time:
Well, as I said, I shall eat my words. I AM HOT! I hate Summer. I hate 35 degrees. I'm not fine. And 'uncomfortable' and 'not pleasant' do not even begin to explain how crap it is being 8 1/2 months pregnant in the middle of an Aussie Summer. One of these people with knowing looks who were so right was my cousin Kel. I have never met anyone who feels the heat as much as she does and only now am I beginning to understand her pain. I remember talking to her on the phone one summer a few years ago (long before she had kids or was pregnant) and asking her how she was dealing with the heat
'George, I have a fan and a bath full of ice.'
I think I'll go and get some ice.
I can't count the number of times people have said to me with that knowing look:
'Oh you'll be uncomfortable when it gets hot, being pregnant in Summer is not pleasant'.
I calmly answered the same thing every time:
'No, I'll be fine, I love the heat. I hate being cold. I've always loved Summer.'
Well, as I said, I shall eat my words. I AM HOT! I hate Summer. I hate 35 degrees. I'm not fine. And 'uncomfortable' and 'not pleasant' do not even begin to explain how crap it is being 8 1/2 months pregnant in the middle of an Aussie Summer. One of these people with knowing looks who were so right was my cousin Kel. I have never met anyone who feels the heat as much as she does and only now am I beginning to understand her pain. I remember talking to her on the phone one summer a few years ago (long before she had kids or was pregnant) and asking her how she was dealing with the heat
'George, I have a fan and a bath full of ice.'
I think I'll go and get some ice.
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