Pregnancy Week 39

Week: 39

Baby: A leek – not as skinny (although that would be helpful for labour…), but certainly as long! Grub is very nearly full size now, and is busy making herself as fat as possible for delivery day.

What I’m cooking: A baby with an operational digestive system, and white rather than pink skin! She’s pretty much done, and is welcome to make an appearance any time now!

Main symptom: Aches, pains, Braxton Hicks (pretty much constant period-like cramps), and general uncomfortableness. Also, a massive case of the grumps. I’m reaching teenager levels of hormonal behaviour now, so watch out!

What’s on this week: More maternity leave, and the wait for labour. Each day is a potential for the “oooh! This is it!” moment, and yet, still nothing. Not frustrating. At all.

Week 39 comp

So as you can see, I’m just loving late pregnancy! I am the crankiest I’ve been in years, not aided by the hot weather (32˚C today, or 90˚F), my enormous girth, or the fact that each day the number of phone calls and texts asking if I’ve had the baby increases. NO. NO I HAVEN’T HAD THE BLOODY BABY. Did I text you? Did I send you a picture of a scrunched up newborn and a tired me? No? Well then. I haven’t had the F**KING baby! Seriously. Every message and phone call is “any news?” or “had the baby yet?” – what do they expect the answer to be?

“Oh, yeah! Ooops! Forgot to mention it!”???

I know. I know. It’s lovely that people care, and are excited for the new arrival. What’s unfortunate is I feel exactly the same way they do, except times a million, and I’m trying very hard to not think about it while I lie exhausted on the couch, unable to do anything except moan (once again, lucky Mr Nester!). Every time I get a text or a phone call, it just reminds me of how freaking pregnant I am, and how my body hasn’t kicked into gear yet. For fuck’s sake, I’m not even due yet! I feel like a failure already because my labour isn’t punctual. Again, I know all of this is somewhat over the top, but emotions are running high at this point in the pregnancy, and I really, really, REALLY would like to meet my baby now!

On the plus side, all this frustration at still being pregnant has meant that my fear of labour is diminishing by the day. Pain? Bring it. I can handle that. It’s the day after day of being uncomfortable, irritable, and having to wait patiently that I can’t stand at the moment. At least the pain means I’m close to meeting my little Grub. Come on baby, it’s time to see the world!

Otherwise, in grosser news, I’ve started losing my mucous plug. For those not in the know about this lovely little item, your body basically creates a seal at the cervix that lasts throughout the pregnancy, and you guessed it, it’s made of mucous. Once the cervix starts softening and dilating, this plug starts breaking apart and, well, coming out. It can also be called a bloody show, as it can have blood in it from the cervical blood vessels rupturing as it dilates. It basically looks like snot. Lovely. So for the last week, each time I visit the loo I get another “gift” from my cervix. It can mean that labour is on the way, it can mean nothing at all. I mentioned it at my midwife appointment this week, and her response was “I don’t want to say we disregard it completely, but…”. So it seems I’m not necessarily at the precipice of contractions then. She also mentioned that Grub is still 3/5 engaged, and my sigh of frustration seemed to surprise her – she said that there’s nothing wrong with that at all, and that she could drop the rest of the way right as labour starts. It’s more important that she’s engaged at all, rather than to what extent.

So there you have it. Still playing the waiting game, and I have the stretch and sweep next week if nothing happens between now and then. My due date is fast approaching, and I can only hope Grub wants to make her grand entrance close to that date, because another 2 weeks of waiting and I may just go insane.

See you at the (hopefully) last week!

Jane xx

 

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Pregnancy Week 36

Week: 36

Baby: Rhubarb – yummy baby! Now, just to stew some apples and make a pie…

What I’m cooking: Chubby cheeks! Now she’s all about the fat gain, Grub is getting some squeezable cheeks this week, which is going to make it all the more difficult not to eat her up!

Main symptom: A serious issue with general uncomfortableness – sitting for too long makes my coccyx ache, standing for too long makes my legs and feet ache, walking makes everything hurt, lying down impacts on my hips. The extra weight, all centred on my stomach (I hope!) just really takes a toll on your body. As a consequence, I’m cranky and awful for a lot of the time. Lucky everyone else!

What’s on this week: Another midwife checkup, and our last ultrasound before we get to see Grub for real. Also, my last full week of work! It couldn’t have come a minute sooner.

Week 36 comp

I am not keeping up to date at the moment! Big weeks at work in trying to get everything sorted before I leave has meant my organisation in all other areas has been severely lacking! So I apologise for my delay this week – can I blame being fat and slow? This week, I’ve had something on pretty much every night – the midwife appointment on the Monday along with another doctor appointment, work meetings on the Tuesday and yoga, an ultrasound on Thursday, and then a wedding on the weekend that I’d promised to make an artwork for, so Wednesday and Friday (and Saturday!) were spent experimenting and finalising the piece. Luckily for me, I’ve then had Monday and Tuesday off this week (see how late I am!), in which my nesting instincts have kicked back into gear. We’ve been gifted a ridiculously large amount of baby clothes from our friends who already have kids, so this weekend I sorted through them all, put aside some for charity donations (seriously, there are so many clothes it’s impossible to keep them all), and washed and sorted the rest. The remainder of the house is a dump site, but at least that’s done. I also finally finished packing my hospital bag! I went into a bit of a panic late last week, as a friend of mine that was due the same day as me gave birth on Thursday! So that certainly helped me to get my skates on. I later found out she’d been induced as the baby hadn’t been growing as well as she should, so that’s put me at ease a little more, but the countdown until D-Day is getting to be a crazily small amount of days (I swear last time I checked it was about 60 days until I was due, now it’s 17!!) and I feel like there’s still a lot to do.

Surprisingly enough, I feel almost ready for labour. I think the trickiest part at the moment is the not knowing – I could go into labour in the next 5 minutes, or it might not happen for another couple of weeks. That’s causing me the most anxiety, so I’m almost wanting it to happen sooner so that I can just get on with it. I’ve never been good at waiting for things! I’m trying not to symptom check, but it’s tricky when everything hurts – you start questioning whether it hurt that much before, or maybe something’s changed.

Anyway. Let’s give you an update on the official stuff – the midwife appointment was great, as usual. Lovely midwife, we had a great chat while she was checking me out. My urine test (the first one I’ve done…oops! I’m meant to do them at every appointment…) was negative, my Strep B test also came back negative, and Grub is starting to head towards being engaged! They’ve said she’s 3/5 engaged, which means her head is almost in the middle of my pelvis. This also means that the measurement for my fundal height (meant to match the amount of weeks) isn’t as accurate anymore, as she’s not all up in my abdomen. At 36 weeks, I measured 34.5cm, and I imagine it’ll be similar at the next appointment at 38 weeks. She certainly feels heavy though! We also had the last ultrasound last week for the placenta study I’m involved in, and we got to see Grub’s lovely face again, even if it was only nose down (her eyes were too far into the pelvis to see properly). We were also told she’s already 3.1kg (6lb13oz)! Which puts her in the 90th percentile size wise – no issues with a lack of growth here…eeek!

Here she is, little chubby cheeks:

38wk scan

I feel like as I’m slowing down, everything around me is speeding up. I’m so looking forward to reaching the end of this week, as from Friday afternoon I’ll officially be on maternity leave! I’m trying to come up with some ideas for things to do to keep me occupied, but I think the first few days will consist of a lot of sleeping and catching up on Netflix!

See you on the relaxi-side!

Jane xx

Pregnancy Week 33

Week: 33

Baby: A pineapple.

What I’m cooking: A baby ready to breathe! This week Grub’s lungs have pretty much fully developed, which means that if she was born now she shouldn’t need any breathing assistance. Great news!

Main symptom: A sore butt! After all the whinging from the last few weeks, this is a pretty minor complaint, but I think the combination of extra weight in my abdomen and general looseness of my joints has contributed to a seriously sore behind – I can’t sit on a normal chair for more than about 20 minutes without being in some pretty hefty levels of uncomfortableness (definitely a word). Armchairs and couches are my best friends at the moment…oh, any my bed of course. I’m having a bit of a love affair with my bed.

What’s on this week: Back to work (waaah!), but with the sweetener of my baby shower on Saturday, and knowing I only have 5 weeks until I’m on the seemingly endless stretch of maternity leave.

Week 33 comp
Sorry about the delay in posting – the first week back at work completely wiped me out, especially as I didn’t get around to getting any work done in the holidays! It’s back to full speed ahead, and unfortunately also an increase in symptoms. My itchy eyes have returned, not as bad as last time but I’m trying to keep on top of it to prevent my near insanity last time. I was also completely spoilt last week with my baby shower – saved for a separate post.
This week has been all about trying to juggle the return to work, along with increasing tiredness of being, well, pretty bloody pregnant! We had our last prenatal class this week as well, which had a lovely section on bonding with a newborn – I had no idea the amount that brand new babies try to communicate, as I’ve pretty much been told by all and sundry that they’re a blob until about 6 weeks! The video we watched showed a 4 hour old baby, and pointed out they’re attempts to connect with their parents, including:

  • Making intense eye contact for short amounts of time (the get overwhelmed after a few minutes!)
  • Reaching towards whoever they’re looking at (this increases as they get older)
  • Turning towards the sound of your voice (again, more developed after a few weeks)
  • Mouthing when you talk to mimic your movements – more of a 2 month old thing.

I was amazed at how beautiful the connection was between mother/father and the baby, so early on. I think if I can look out for those moments, it will go a long way to helping connect with Grub in the early days.

I was also back at yoga this week, where I promptly fell asleep in the relaxation and had to be nudged to wake up. Embarrassing, but I was so relaxed I didn’t care! I’m at the top end of the group now, with only one other woman further ahead than me at 38 weeks – seems it’ll be my turn soon!

In the shopping world, I’ve splashed out and bought a wrap for carrying Grub when she arrives. I had my heart set on a structured carrier, and had decided on the Manduca, but I’ve slightly changed my mind to get an interim wrap, which is more suitable for a newborn, and more lightweight. I’ve gone for a Hug-a-bub wrap, which is basically a great long piece of fabric that you tie in a really quite complicated way, that creates a lovely carrier for Grub. It looks a little daunting, but I’ve been assured once I have a go a few times I’ll get the hang of it. It’s also great for a newborn, as it allows them to be as close as possible to you, with a lot of support. These are the Manduca, and Hug-a-bub:

The Manduca carrier

The Hug-a-bub

See what I mean about the closeness in the Hug-a-bub? Hopefully I can watch the tutorial videos without throwing the thing across the room, which will give me a much better chance at actually using it! In purchasing this one, I’ve stumbled upon Facebook as a second-hand selling site – I had no idea! The amount of Buy/Swap/Sell pages that are specifically for baby carriers, or cloth nappies, or similar, are amazing! Plus you can get a much better deal through these than buying on eBay. So, being the bargain hunter I am, I bought the Hug-a-bub through Facebook, at around half the retail price. Score!

Next week brings more of the same – more work, another midwife appointment, and more of me trying to restrain myself from buying everything in every shop known to man! The internet is a dangerous place!

Jane xx

Pregnancy Week 32

Week: 32

Baby: A winter squash – pumpkin baby! Now we’re getting into the really big veggies. Grub weighs nearly two kilos this week! No wonder those scales keep on climbing…

What I’m cooking: An all seeing, all hearing, touching, tasting and smelling baby! Grub’s using all of her senses now to understand her uterine world, which is becoming cosier by the minute! Grub should be pretty much set in the foetal position now, as she doesn’t have enough room to stretch out anymore.

Main symptom: General tiredness – amazingly, all my hayfever and rib pain symptoms have eased up (thank goodness for holidays!), so my only symptom at the moment is wanting to sit down a lot. Great for my rest and relaxation, not great for my to do list.

What’s on this week: More holidays! Another week of rest and relaxation, combined with frantic cleaning and organisation, before I’m back at work for the final 5 weeks. It’s getting seriously real now!

Week 32 comp

Another week, another midwife appointment. Now that we’re getting to the pointy end of the pregnancy, the frequency of the hospital appointments picks up quite dramatically. I’m now booked in every two weeks, which is great for being able to hear Grub’s heartbeat and know that everything is ok, but I keep expecting each appointment to have something distinct that needs testing/checking, whereas they all seem to be the blood pressure, fundal height and heartbeat. Fine by me, it’s lovely hearing Grub’s heart beating away nice and strong, even while she’s squirming away in there!

I had a day of nesting yesterday, meaning I went hell for leather cleaning out sections of our house. There’s still quite a bit to do in that sense, but it’s more of a need for a general tidy up rather than an enormous spring clean. I pretty much scrubbed our bedroom from top to bottom yesterday, wiping down all the surfaces (that were hideously caked with dust…housewife extraordinaire I am not!), cleaning the window, dusting, tidying, decluttering. We also swapped sides on the bed, as I want to be nearer to the bassinette and the door for when we bring junior home. On top of that, I cleaned out our entry area in our house, reorganising the storage there and getting rid of the rubbish so we have room to store the pram – it’s been sitting in the nursery since we bought it, and having to wheel it through our beige-carpeted house after it’s been outside does not seem ideal to me. So, more cleaning!

Today was meant to be a work day, time for me to get ahead for the next 5 weeks at school, but I just can’t bring myself to get off the couch at the moment, so it might just have to wait. I still have a few days before I’m back into the swing of school, so hopefully inspiration will strike sometime between now and then. Either way, the work always gets done, so I’m not too concerned.

Otherwise, I have my baby shower this weekend, which I’m very excited about – I have no idea what’s happening on the day, as my friends are organising it for me, but I’m planning on giving the house a once-over before then as well, so my friends don’t see what a grot I really am! It should be a fun day, and it’ll be lovely to see everyone before I get too whale-like.

In terms of my to do list from last week, we’re looking a little better, but still a little way to go:

  • clean out the built in robe in the nursery close enough!
  • hang pictures in the nursery
  • wipe down/clean out our bedroom done! I’m still tasting the dust!
  • check second hand nappies for elastic slackening I found 6 that needed the leg elastics replaced
  • replace elastics in nappies where needed nearly! 2 to go.
  • buy car seat
  • buy nappy bag
  • start on wedding present for a friend (artwork…eeek!)
  • check out other daycare centre close by
  • start making freezer meals
  • organise hard rubbish collection
  • put away baby clothes
  • organise carpets to be steam cleaned
  • get car serviced
  • start on student reports for school started, not finished…

So, all in all not too bad. Managing to get quite a lot of these done, as well as have a break, has made for a pretty good balance these holidays. I’m hoping I’m not too wiped out in the next 5 weeks, and then in the two weeks maternity leave after that, to get more done.

Lucky last, I started packing my hospital bag today. I haven’t really bothered with any of my clothes, as I’ll still be wearing them up until fairly close to labour, but I’ve put in the recommended amount of baby stuff – bloody hell! I’m only there for 2 nights, and yet I seem to need enough outfits to last about 2 weeks. I’m a little concerned as to what my washing pile will be looking like if this is the required standard! Maybe I should go and buy some more…

Jane xx

Pregnancy Week 31

Week: 31

Baby: A lettuce – ho hum. I can’t say the thought of a whole lettuce inside of me is particularly inspiring…healthy, but not inspiring.

What I’m cooking: A footballer, it seems! Grub has been kicking up a storm this week, which ties into her getting even bigger and stronger. She’s also worked out how to get a foot up and under my ribs, just for fun. Thanks, Grub. How very kind…

Main symptom: The rib is almost completely better now, and the hayfever has subsided, so now I’m down to the itchy eyes (improving, but still enormously annoying) and general aches and pains. A good week!

What’s on this week: Holidays! Oh thank goodness. I was hanging on by a thread last week, so it’s lovely to have 2 weeks to recuperate and reenergise. There’s a shitload that we need to do in these holidays in terms of organisation for November, but that’s fine. It’s just lovely being home.

Week 31 comp

Aaaah, holidays. A place where I can fall into a heap and not emerge for two weeks. This time around, I also have the added bonus of warmer weather, so it’s basically heaven. I’m loving waking up without an alarm (even if I do pretty much wake up at 7am on the dot), love pottering about the house with a coffee, spending time with Mr Nester, and getting things marked off my to-do list. There’s a lot of stuff on that list. So far, I plan to do the following in these holidays (and remember, I’m nearly half way through the break already):

  • clean out the built in robe in the nursery (almost there!)
  • hang pictures in the nursery
  • wipe down/clean out our bedroom
  • check second hand nappies for elastic slackening
  • replace elastics in nappies where needed
  • buy car seat thank you target – half price Safe n’ Sound!
  • buy nappy bag Target again, $40 (no way I’m spending $150 on a bag for dirty nappies!)
  • start on wedding present for a friend (artwork…eeek!)
  • check out other daycare centre close by
  • start making freezer meals
  • organise hard rubbish collection
  • put away baby clothes
  • organise carpets to be steam cleaned
  • get car serviced
  • start on student reports for school

So, as you can see, I have actually done a few of these, but there’s still a mountain ahead of me, and no, it’s not just my stomach. Speaking of my stomach though, I have certainly noticed a step up in the amount of growth over the past couple of weeks. I feel properly pregnant now, with all the sore muscles and joints that come along with it. It’s not particularly a specific pain, it’s more a general ache if I sit in a less than optimal position for too long. Ditto if I don’t put my feet up often enough in the day. I was at our prenatal classes last night, and I could barely stand at the end of it from the pain in my tailbone, just from sitting on a less than couch-like chair for a couple of hours.

Shopping-wise, I picked up a couple of bargains from Target as I mentioned above. I’m not one to skimp when something’s really important, but I also don’t buy in to a lot of the marketing hype surrounding so much of the baby shopping experience. The biggest annoyance I have is the nappy bag, or diaper bag for the US readers. I just can’t justify spending $150 or more on a bag that will carry poo-ey nappies. I have a handbag, a lovely one, but it can annoy me sometimes having to lug it around, so adding another enormous tote for god-knows-what seems overkill to me. As such, I was looking at nappy backpacks instead, so that Mr Nester could also use it without feeling too prissy. Target saved me here, with the Fisher Price backpack below. It’s a good size, has heaps of pockets, and wasn’t stupidly expensive. We also grabbed a car seat, as it was half price (Target do this for this particular seat twice a year, so it’s not because it has problems). I researched the seat before buying it, and it has great safety ratings and can be used from birth to 4 years old, so it seemed a no-brainer for me! Two big things ticked off the list.

The nappy backpack

the car seat

Otherwise, this week has been a much slower pace than the last two, allowing me time to recover a little, and get my head into the right place for the rapidly approaching labour. The antenatal classes have been great for information regarding the hospital, and last night’s one on breastfeeding was really good (even if they did tell me I’d bought the wrong bottles), but they haven’t done much to assist in preparation for labour. The midwife running the sessions has rightly said that labour is only one day, and the baby is for a lot longer than that, but I’m still very glad I’ve been attending my yoga classes and reading as much as I can, just to take the edge off the anxiety about the pain of labour.

I have another midwife appointment next week, and I’m sure you’ll hear from me soon to let you know I haven’t finished any of the things I’d hoped to…we’ll see!

Jane xx

Pregnancy Week 30

Week: 30

Baby: A cabbage – ewww. Stinky baby this week, only ever redeemable covered in mayonnaise, coleslaw style, which of course I can’t eat.

What I’m cooking: A brainy baby, who’s also apparently looking around, and potentially getting in place for birth! Every scan I’ve had she’s been head down, bum up, which I guess is a good thing – I just hope she stays that way…hearing the issues with breech babies doesn’t fill me with glee!

Main symptom: My ribs have subsided slightly this week, thankfully, but hayfever has taken its place as the part of my body that’s falling apart. I’m able to take a nasal spray for relief, which has helped a great deal, but my eyes have developed into balls of itchy dryness, causing me to come very close to scratching them out. I’m really hoping I can get a handle on them soon, because I’m becoming insufferable with all of my whinging.

What’s on this week: The beginning of the 30s! Hopefully, the 30s in pregnancy are similar to the 30s in real life – I’ve been enjoying my thirtieth year so far! We also have another prenatal class, this time to scope out the labour ward…eeek!

Week 30 comp

Well, I’m definitely in the third trimester. I don’t seem to have a day go by without developing a symptom that makes me hate the world and moan to all and sundry. I ended up seeing the doctor about my sore rib, and he diagnosed me with costochondritis – an inflammation of the cartilage in the rib, which is causing the near constant pain. Of course, the best treatment is an anti-inflammatory, which I can’t take, so the next best thing is some strong painkillers, thankfully safe to take in pregnancy. He also confirmed that the best solution for my hayfever was a nasal spray (the exact one I’d picked up from the pharmacist), so I am now carrying a whole drug store worth of medication in the hope I’ll feel normal soon. On top of that, this week I’ve developed the dryest, itchiest eyes I’ve ever experienced. I’ve tried creams, sleep, showers, eye baths, everything natural I could think of to help, but I still nearly rub off the front of my eyes on a daily basis. I was back to the chemist today for relief, and the only thing I’m allowed to have are dry-eye eye-drops, not really dealing with the fact I’m pretty certain that this is hayfever related. However, it’s better than nothing. A drop in each eye every hour is making me far less murderous than I was.

I seem to be breaking apart at the seams at the moment, and I’m mainly putting this down to the fact that I’m running on empty. Being a teacher, I normally hit my limit by the end of each term, and spend the first few days of the term break in bed with the flu I’d been holding off. This time, everything’s multiplied as my stamina is not what it was, my immune system is much lower, and there’s a lot more going on with my body. Bring on the bloody holidays! Thank goodness they start this weekend.

Turning to something more positive, we had our second prenatal class this week, and while the discussion on birth complications (including the one I could barely bring myself to listen to – infant loss) was not my favourite, the tour of the labour ward was quite enlightening. It’s funny, I don’t know what I expected, but it seemed very clinical. I mean, obviously, right? It’s a hospital. But I somehow thought it would look more comfortable. It was very much a standard hospital room, although it was quite big, and had a storage cabinet full of birthing accoutrements – birth balls, mats, supports etc. There was also an ensuite, with only a shower. There is a bath available (quite a few actually), but they’re not specifically attached to the rooms, so it’s a matter of demand as to whether you get access. I made sure Mr Nester knew that I definitely wanted a bath once I got to the hospital – I’ve heard great things about the pain relief of being submerged in water, and baths have been my relaxation of choice for pretty much the entire pregnancy.

What else? We’re pretty much on the countdown now, last week of term, first week of the 30s, 10 weeks until the baby! We also picked up a change table on the weekend (another eBay buy – beautiful solid timber change table for $60!), so the nursery is starting to look close to finished. Oooh, one more thing as a money saver – we bought an app that acts as a baby monitor. Basically, you need an old iPhone or iPod to act as the actual monitor, then you log in as a parent on your own phone, or possibly also the iPad. It’s amazing. You can adjust the night light view to see when it’s pitch black in the room, hear them if they cry, you can talk to the baby through an intercom button, and you can play them music and white noise (both included). All for $6. Much cheaper than the hundreds of dollars for the standalone version! We’ve tried it out at home and it works perfectly. The best part is, both Mr Nester and I can log in at the same time, so we can use either phone, or see how they’re doing if one of us is out. If you’re interested, it’s called Cloud Baby Monitor, and you can find it here.

That’s it from me, I’ll be on holidays next week so expect a much more chilled out post!

Until then,

Jane xx

P.S. I never heard back from the hospital regarding my glucose tolerance test, so it looks like I’m in the clear! Hurray for no gestational diabetes!

Pregnancy Week 28

Week: 28

Baby: A cauliflower – might have to cover the baby with cheese this week – I can’t say cauliflower is my favourite vegetable!

What I’m cooking: A little weightlifter! Baby is putting on some muscle this week, and has cracked the kilo barrier – now can I blame my weight gain on her?

Main symptom: Still these freaking ribs. Sneezing, coughing, laughing, stretching, lately it seems even just moving in general is making my ribs hurt. Come on baby, grow OUT, not UP!

What’s on this week: The dreaded Glucose Tolerance Test – I go in on Friday for this wonderful event, followed by a midwife appointment, followed by breakfast out because by then I will totally deserve it.

Week 28 comp

We’re still bumpin’ over here! Somehow I don’t think I’m going to stop saying that each week from now on. Apologies in advance. I’m still not feeling huge, although my joints have an alternate opinion – my hips are getting a little achy in the mornings, and my balance is starting to waver a little. Remind me not to climb up on anything anymore, will you? In an exciting development this week, I had my first seat offer on public transport! Ironically, I was bemoaning to my colleagues how no-one had asked me if I wanted to sit down on the way in to work that morning (and I was wearing my especially pregnanty dress), and then on the way home the clouds parted, the sun shone, and a lovely woman (about my age) offered me her spot on the train. I was so excited! I might have gushed a little too much when thanking her, but it’s so nice to finally be acknowledged as a pregnant lady! All I seem to have received so far is the “but you’re so small! You don’t look xx weeks!”, so it’s nice to have the confirmation that I don’t just look chunky.

I also was a little naughty this week and had a sip of Mr Nester’s red wine. I know the current research shows that 2-3 standard drinks a week is completely fine, but I’m majorly paranoid and have pretty much completely abstained since January. So on Sunday night I was feeling very decadent having one (one!) sip of red, and OH MY GOD it was good. I’d forgotten how amazing red wine is – that one sip warmed my whole throat, and I was savouring the peppery, berry taste for a good while afterwards. Trust me to be able to sound like an alcoholic when I haven’t had a drink all year. Mr Nester somehow noticed my subtle orgasmic moans at the taste of the wine, and asked if I’d like a glass of the non-alcoholic version I bought a little while ago. My look of disgust nearly sent him scuttling out of the room: “NO I don’t want that crap! WHY would I want that rubbish when I’ve just tasted the heaven that is the real stuff? WHY MR NESTER, WHY???”. So. I’m holding up well with the non-drinking business. Really, I am.

Symptoms-wise, you’ve already read my whinge about my ribs, and now I’m also getting the benefit of the return of indigestion, which starts at about 2:00 each afternoon, and lasts until I go to bed, tasting bile as I try to drift off to sleep. I’ve tried a couple of antacids, and so far Tums is by far the best – it actually fixes it for the rest of the night. I also asked my yoga teacher last night, and she suggested either camomile tea or a capful of apple cider vinegar in warm water, immediately after eating. I tried the camomile tea today, and while I instantly had to pee about 4 times after drinking it, it did the job! Nice to have a natural option, rather than the effective, but gross tasting Tums. I might alternate, depending on how I feel.

I’ll let you know how I go with the glucose test on Friday, and I also have Fathers’ Day on Sunday for Mr Nester – I have a couple of things planned for that lovely man, for our first Fathers’ Day, but he reads this blog, so I can’t tell you until afterwards.

Think of me on Friday while I’m fasting and drinking some disgusting sugar thing,

Jane xx