Kung Fu Panda

We went back for our 19 week OB's app yesterday, and everything is great. My hubby and I have nicknamed the baby Kung Fu Panda and it never stops moving.

I had a long talk to my OB yesterday about getting this baby out. My ideal is a normal natural birth. However more and more I am seeing people having c sections. This is really a worst case for me. I really want the better recovery time of a natural birth. My fear though with a natural birth is a tear or being cut. I have had so many friends say that you can't even tell if either of these things have happened. I know I still have like 20 weeks and I shouldn't panick but I think it is the whole idea of the unkown.

We are so excited as in 11 days we can find out what we are having. I really want to be able to call this baby by name. Also the OCD person in me wants that baby's room to be painted and ready before the baby arrives.

Days like this

What a day. Sometimes I feel like if I could skip today and go straight to the next day I would feel better. I think at times being pregnant it seems that you are not as in control of your emotions as what you were before. I found it hard today when confronted with a difficult situation.

Part or should I say most of my job is making people happy. I turn grumpy unhappy customers into happy little vegimites. At times I would like to love to tell me how I really feel when they ask the very common question of "How are you today". My typical response is "Great". Today I really felt like saying, well I have been up since 6am on my bathroom floor with the bucket beside me. I can't find any really comfory clothes, my hair looks like someone had put it on hormones, my skin is terrible and to top it off, I really don't think I can slove your problem today. But the proffesional person in me tells me to keep with the "great" answer.

In all of this I still find it quite amazing that my little babe growing everyday is blissfully unaware of what is happening around him/her. I love reading the interesting facts about what is happening each week. Very excited as on wednesday I have my next app. with my OB. Hopefully this will give me another chance to see this little babe.

Until next time...

Week 18 and still living with a bucket beside me.

I will never forget the feeling of seeing 2 pink lines on a pregnancy test. The idea that in less than 9 months I would be holding a tiny little person in my arms and that I would be the one person who would have to feed, change, clothe, bath and provide that tiny person with all of there needs. However that feeling for me turned into one of a sick feeling. Little did I know that this sick feeling was the begining of my dreaded morning sickness.

It all started in the week 6 and up till 18 we are still living with the bucket everyday. I do have to stay that if one more person gives me advice on how to overcome it, I may want to put my 2 cents in and it may not be so nice.

I can say that I have tried every possible cure. Ginger tablets, eating dry crackers, lots of water, lots of fresh fruit and veg, soda water, laying in bed for a while after breakfast and many others. I have found that brushing the teeth makes the problem worse.

In all of this it dose still give me a slight bit of peace knowing that a sick preggo mother usally means a healthy babe. We can say that we have an active babe.

I know that this is my first blog and I am having a whinge but this is also a way of putting down info that I may forget in the coming months. I also promise that it won't always be negative.