Pregnancy Week 16

Week: 16

Baby: An avocado! I had another moment this week where I realised I was eating my baby, mid mouthful. It’s these disturbing occurrences that make me consider finding non edible representations of Grub. Still, he/she was pretty yummy.

What I’m cooking: a wriggle pot! Baby is squirming away under all that fat/muscle/skin (mainly fat!), and is starting to practice grasping. I’ve felt a few squirms, either when I’m in the bath and everything’s floating, or if I’m lying on my stomach – Grub is not a fan of being squished!

Main symptom: A great big kick in the guts this week (not from Grub!) – I’ve been smashed with the cold that’s going around, and with this along with constant headaches, I’ve been a big ball of waaaah.

What’s on this week: a countdown to the holidays! This week is a big one at school, with mid year exams and report writing, so of course the perfect time for me to be sick as a dog. Playing catch up this weekend (on work as well as the blog), so I’m feeling a little frazzled.

Week 16 comp

My humble apologies at my uselessness in blogging this week, but I have had a good excuse – I’ve been in bed for pretty much the entire week. Apparently being pregnant is not at all helpful when you get the virus that’s been going around – I’ve had every symptom under the sun: sore throat, constant headaches, runny/stuffed nose, throaty cough, aching muscles, enormous fatigue. So basically I’ve been the life of the party this week. The added benefit is that I would normally smash anything like this with some cold and flu tablets, but I’m restricted to plain old paracetamol, and I feel guilty even taking that. Thankfully, my doc was lovely and gave me the whole week off (I had to force myself in one day to get everything organised), so I’ve been feeling sorry for rmyself at home for a week straight! Lucky ol’ Mr Nester.

I’ve been able to cope with most of the symptoms this week, apart from the headaches. I’m completely useless with a headache, and I also have the incredible ability to turn a normal, annoying headache into a full blown migraine, so I have been particularly down in the dumps this week. After reading all the natural remedies and giving them a go (apparently headaches are an enormously common second trimester symptom), and having none of them work, I bit the bullet and booked in for a massage yesterday. My masseuse started working on my back, and within about 30 seconds said “yep, I can see why you’ve been having pain, it’s nasty in here!”. After an hour on the table with her, I felt like a new person. And for the first time in three weeks, I woke up this morning without a headache. Hurray! So I’m feeling a lot more positive today than I’ve felt for the last little while.

Mr Nester and I have also been talking nursery design, which is crazy exciting. I’ve been posting on Pinterest like a mad thing (check me out here), but I thought I’d share a couple of nursery shots that I’m hoping to emulate:




So as you can see we’re aiming for a nice neutral nursery, both in regards to gender and colour palette. We are planning to find out the sex of the baby (in almost 2 weeks! Eek!), but I’ve never been a fan of the pink/blue gender assignment, so we’ll be going natural/neutral with some pops of colour.

We’ve actually ordered the exact prints from the first image from the Animal Print Shop, because they are just too perfect for words. Also, as we’re renting, we’ll be looking into some wall decals instead of painting – the room is already a nice coffee colour (it’s actually the room I take my update pics in) so some coloured accents should set it off beautifully.

I missed yoga this week due to being sick, but I’ve booked myself in for next week, and I’m very much looking forward to the stretch session – my ab muscles are straining at the moment, so I’m guessing Operation: Bump is in progress!

Week 17 to follow in the next day or so, assuming I get my act in gear (unlikely…sorry!)

Jane xx

Reaching my limits

I was going to get so much done today. This is the first day of a long weekend, and I have tons of stuff I want to get done. Today, I was going to clean the house, do some yoga, get into my marking, sort through my non- maternity clothes and pack away the “definitely won’t fit anymore” ones, oh and make cordial. It was going to be a hell of a productive day. 
You know what I did today? Woke up, coughing. Got up at 11. Ate breakfast. Went back to bed at 12:30pm. Just woke up then. It’s 5:00pm. And I feel like shit. Today is not looking good for getting things done, and tomorrow’s not exactly going to be a whirlwind, going by how I’m feeling at the moment. 


What I hit today. (The brick wall, not the bench.)

I’ve realised today that I’m pregnant. I know, I sound extremely thick. But I think the reality is sinking in as to what exactly my body is doing at the moment. It’s like (geeky analogy coming) running the biggest couple of programs on my computer, while trying to open all the normal ones I usually use. Oh, and the computer has a virus (it’s me, I’m the computer. *cough cough*).
It’s one of those things, especially in this early part of the second trimester. I don’t really have much of a bump, I’m not getting many symptoms, so I’m just getting on with life as usual. Until my body hits its limit and goes

“Nuh uh. No you don’t. I’m done. I’m going to bed.” – my body

It’s made me realise that I really need to start slowing down, because this shit isn’t going to get easier. Sure, I’ll forget again and crash in a heap again in the not too distant future, but for this weekend, I’m not going to give myself a hard time for slowing down and looking after me. Grub and I both need it, I think. 

Jane xx

Sick as a dog

We’ve had quite a sick puppy this weekend, due to a bit of a gunky ear turning into a full blown infection. We’d noticed it earlier in the week, and hoped it would go away – mainly as we’re a week or so away from our pet insurance being available. However, poor old Dog went off his food on Friday, and barely moved from the couch on Saturday. We’ve booked him in to get checked out on Monday, but the last couple of days have given me an insight into the turmoil of a sick child. In no particular order:

The fear: seeing Dog withdrawn and not eating made me obsessively focused on his well being. Watching to make sure he was breathing, lying motionless next to him so as not to wake him, tempting him with his favourite treats in order to encourage some sort of eating. Thankfully we realised that his sore ear was making it painful for him to eat dry food, so a quick trip to the shop for doggy meatballs resulted in a feeding frenzy, and a much happier dog.

The guilt: hoping late last week that he would get better (or not get worse) until the cover kicked in was swimming through my head yesterday, when he was quite obviously worse. The fact that I’d tried to dismiss his symptoms for a few hundred dollars (he needs sedating to be treated) made me ashamed of myself. Me, who has always kept to the mantra that money is only money, ignoring our new family member’s illness in the hope it would magically disappear.

The neediness: both of Dog and of me. He hasn’t wanted to be more than a few centimetres away from me for the last two days, and I’ve been hovering over him like the worst helicopter parent. Mr Nester & I nearly came to blows last night (slight exaggeration…) over me wanting to let Dog sleep on the bed – a no-go so far. The brave Mr Nester stayed strong, and I relented after a waterfall of whining. He was of course right, but I couldn’t bear to see the pleading eyes of Dog in his vulnerable state.

We’re checking Dog in tomorrow, and I’m sure he’ll be completely fine after some ear drops & TLC, however this weekend has shown me that I’m not as unmoving as I thought, when it comes to babies (fur or no!).

Jane xx



Dog is, thankfully, completely fine. He had a thoroughly blocked ear, which was treated with a lot of ear drops (not Dog’s favourite thing, apparently!). He’s all better now, and back to happy chomping up my shoes.