Oh man. This week has kicked my big fat
- I sprained my bump on Saturday. I know. How? Turns out that all at once, all of my ligaments went bendy. When I wasn't worried that something was seriously wrong
Thank You Dr Google what do you mean placental abruption?I was moaning in pain, without actually telling anyone I was in pain. I just gritted my teeth, took more paracetemol and my mood steadily declined. If you talked to me from Sunday- Tuesday, I apologise. In desperation I googled 'round ligament pain pregnancy' and found some exercises, which gave me instant relief. I actually slept that night. The next morning epic heartburn and morning sickness turned up again. Seriously? FFS.
- I went to see a physio today as referred to by my midwife. Going through the public system is 80% awesome. Included in this 80% is the fact that all your treatment is free. The 20% comprises of ridiculous wait times for appointments and a physiotherapist that kept recommending exercises comprised of lying on my back for long periods of time and my declining to try them after the first one left me giddy for a good 30 seconds. Not to mention it's physically impossible for me to raise my knees to my chest. She wound up recommending me to do the exercises I found on Google. I'm really glad I didn't pay for the privilege. If this was a surprise visit I could understand her lack of knowledge of the pregnant body, but she'd had my referral and case notes for 8 weeks. FFS.
- My negative commenter of last week is from Hobart. Hobart is a minutely small place and I can't help but wonder if I've ever laid eyes on her in the course of my work or play. It's entirely possible and I'm entirely curious now. Why do I care? Well, I know why I care. I think I'd like to know if such commenters would actually say these things out loud. I doubt it. FFS.
- I appear to be incapable of keeping our wood fire going. I swear, Mr S leaves the room and it laughs at me, and goes out. HELLO FIRELIGHTERS. FFS.
- Lucy is waking me at night like this...
'Chrrrrrrrrrrp?' Ahem. Hello?
'CHHrrrrrpppppppp?' I said, Hello?
'CHRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP?' WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME? HELLO?
Scratch, scratch, scratch. 'Chrrrp?' Hello? If I flip this book up and down will you talk to me? Pleeease?
'CHRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP?!!!?!' For the love of god, I'm lonely. Please walk me to the kitchen.
- The remote control for our media box (i.e. Where Mama Watches Her Stories From) has gone missing. I recall seeing it somewhere. It's been missing for four days. Sitting with M whilst she eats her dinner has lost some of it's glow since I have to watch Peppa Pig, Olivia or Timmy Time (actually, I quite like Timmy Time!) instead of Mama's Stories. FFS.
- Literally, as I just typed that I found the remote. Sitting in front of my fecking keyboard. Oh, FFS.
|My sister has been emailing me comedy gems like this all week.|
Love love love them, and her.
|M can now sit on a dining chair unassisted. She now wants to sit on|
any chair at any time.
|Out to breakfast on Saturday. Once sitting in the|
highchair got boring, she played with Mr S' watch. Beep! Beep!
|Snuggles with her surrogate uncle Daniel, my brother's|
best friend. Millie and Daniel had a fine love affair going.
Daniel's girlfriend thankfully didn't mind.
|Mr S bought Millie her own table and chairs on the weekend.|
She is in love with them and insists on afternoon tea at her table every day.
|When my bump gave out this week I blew up my fitball again.|
I had help.
|I wondered if I would be slugged the $2 surcharge fee. I was not.|
|I brush my own hair, Mummy!|
|I sit on a chair, and read my own book Mummy!|
(anyone sensing a theme here?)
|My two new pens this week. When things are sad, I buy stationery.|
Left is a new Parker Pen (Saturday shopping with a sad baby) and right is
a J. Herbin ink pen with Cassis ink, from Fullers Bookshop
(negative blog comments.)
|Lucy sensed I was about to sit down and write a blog post this morning.|
|My lovely organised fabric shelves. I still love looking at them.|
Linking up with Sarah as per usual. Go and tell her that it's okay, school holidays don't last forever.