I might be in denial, but I’m not too worried about the birth, despite all the stories I heard recently.

I was even considering home birth, but Mr. C doesn’t want to and I can’t argue with him on this. A couple of friends suggested leaving it for the next kid(s) after I know everything went fine with the 1st one.

So, there’s this new birth centre opening at the hospital I’m being looked after – it’s not my hospital of choice,  but it’s one of the options and it’s where they will take me in case I have to call an ambulance.

Birth centres are small maternity units usually run by midwives. It is dedicated to offer a more natural birth as opposed to the whole hospital/clinic experience – the idea is to keep it as natural as possible, leaving the mom to deal with the birth with little or no medical intervention. It also means that if you are in desperate pain, they have all sorts of natural pain relief methods – aromatherapy, shiatsu, reflexology, hot towels, soothing music and Entonox (gas). Oh, they also have birth pools! All does sound very good, doesn’t it? Not surprisingly this is my favourite option at the moment.

So now let’s talk about the cons: birth centre only allows moms with low-risk pregnancies, with a good chance of having a normal delivery at full term; BCs won’t accept moms with gestational diabetes, high blood pressure, or if the baby has problems that have been picked up already (*); also the brand new birth centre I want to go to only opens in April, if everything goes well – Baby C is due in May, so very little time to go for a visit; there are only 5 rooms in the centre – let’s face it, I guess there’s more than 5 women giving birth on the same day in the area; only 3 pools – again, if you are going for such natural option, why not opt for the pool as well, since they say it hurts less?; if you need a strong painkiller you’re screwed – no epidural option for you in birth centres, no C-sections, no forceps or ventouse. Honestly, if everything is fine with mom and baby, there’s no need for these things. The epidural bit might be tricky though, especially if it is a slow labour.

As I said I’m not too worried about the birth – I don’t handle pain too well (who likes to be in pain anyway), but I can accept pain. My favourite example is when I broke my leg when a car ran over me – 4 years ago. Mind you, I’m not comparing that pain with birth pain. I broke my right leg and hurt my head. It was just before a long holiday and I was going to my mom’s house the following day. I was so pissed off that the guy messed up with my plans of travelling, that instead of focussing on the pain, I was yelling at guy, while lying on the floor covered in blood, for screwing my long weekend. On the ambulance to the hospital, I didn’t let the doctors cut my jeans off because I wanted them back in one piece. The guy was a bit shocked and said to the driver “geez, don’t worry, she is great, she doesn’t even want to cut the trousers off! We will have to remove it.” The pain was intense, but I felt good to have my jeans – which by the way, they don’t fit in anymore.

All I want to say is that pain is horrible to deal with, but it can go away. I do believe that labour pain is a “one off” (ok, can last many hours), once the baby is out, the pain is gone and you want to have another child. And – I always regret when I say this – sometimes I do enjoy feeling pain, if I know it will go away. It makes me feel alive and appreciate the painless moments even more. I prefer to feel pain to be scared. So as long as the baby and I are fine, I think everything will be great (famous last words).

Today I had another midwife appointment – a routine antenatal. It’s my 3rd so far. Here in the UK we have the 1st midwife appointment at week 10, the 1st scan between weeks 11-14, 2nd MW appointment at week 16, another scan between weeks 18-20, then MW appointments every 2-3 weeks – if it’s the first pregnancy; it’s less for women on the 2nd child +.

Today was interesting; I guess the midwife was in a good mood, so she was all chatty and warm. My womb measures 28 cm (they measure the belly vertically), which she said is a great size. She felt Baby C, who is upside down (ready to leave, sweetheart?), with her back to the left (where the placenta is) and legs and arms to the right. All good with Baby C’s heartbeat, all good with my urine sample and my blood pressure. So, I’m a healthy mom carry a healthy baby.

I got the forms I needed for HR at work and to claim my £190 Government allowance (they give £190 to every single pregnancy in the UK – it’s per pregnancy, not per child, so if you are expecting twins or triplets…).

We have this book (maternity record) that I have to take with me whenever I have any appointment to do with pregnancy and they write down everything in there. It’s great because if we move, I have everything with me. I just don’t know if NHS has one single database where every hospital or GP could access my files. I haven’t a feeling that it doesn’t work like this.

So, according to the maternity record, this appointment was to discuss 1) maternity leave and benefits (and get that form), 2) smoking cessation (I don’t smoke, never did, so nothing to discuss), 3) feeding intention, which she basically asked if I decided on breastfeeding or bottle – well, I REALLY* want to breastfeed and at least for 6 months, but you never know, right? and 4) Anomaly Scan Result (the one that came with the water in the kidneys).

I wanted to ask her a couple of other questions, such as the birth centre and plane travels but I just realised looking at the book that those are topics for next appointment.

* When I say REALLY I mean I have this physical urge to breastfeed – the whole hormone/mood/physical change my body is going through and breastfeeding are the main reasons why I wanted to conceive a baby – otherwise I would happily adopt instead. I don’t really care much about genes/DNA.

I normally get a lot more done when I work from home, especially if I have my work laptop with me, like today. I can access all my files, emails, etc. Plus I don’t get annoying phonecalls all the time, people asking unnecessary things, no need for small talk (sometimes I just want to be quiet and get on with my work) and so on. Plus, I can do the laundry, eat at the table, do other bits and pieces instead of having coffee, for example.

I wish I could work from home every Friday, it makes such a difference!

Lillywhites said a couple of times about creating a wishlist on Amazon.co.uk. She didn’t directly suggest I should create one for me, but I’m smart and I get the hints, so I decided to create one; why not?

It’s still work in progress as I’m not completely sure of what I want. Also, I just randomly chose items, but really don’t care about brands and prices – really happy with the cheapest option, as long as it works.

Of course, in the meantime I found a couple of items that I bought immeadiately. Shoot, forgot to use my Nectarcard. Nevermind. One of the items I really need: Bio Oil. Amazon has 50% off. It was another recommendation from friend Lilttlywhites (*) and I’ve been using since my belly started to show a little bit, in the hopes I won’t get stretch marks. Since I’m using twice a day, it goes really fast. The other item is a gift for myself, because I need a treat. I’ll share with you when I receive it.

So, I highly recommend you all to create an Amazon wishlist to help your friends and loved ones on those special occasions (birthday, Christmas, Valentine’s, visits from abroad) – just as a guide, of course people can buy anywhere and cheaper if needed. And it’s just fun to see what sort of things your friends are looking for.

(*) Unlike the list of characteristic of Cancerians, I do like advices, good ones. Well, I don’t know anybody who likes bad advice.

I’m anxious, stressed, full of things in my mind, Mr. C knows all the stories, and I release energy when I write like a mad woman. It’s similar to a normal woman who talks too much in these situations, but my “talking” is writing.

So to finalise, we are both in bed, feeling the Baby C kicking a lot “asking me” to take the laptop of the belly, and both surprised to find out that at week 26 she is around 35cm. Geez, that’s big. No wonder why I can feel her all over my tummy. Awwwwnnnn.

Ok, so I’m trying to go to bed before midnight (trying to sleep 7h30 instead of only 7h per night) – 23h30 so I think I should go now.

I’ve been reading all the blogs (via Google reader – genius!), will get some time to post comments. And update my list of blogs: I have two more to add to the mix.

I found out yesterday that Lost is finally in its final season. I really got into it until season 2 or maybe 3 then gave up. I mean, too much information for my poor little brain, plus I can’t stand this thing of come back next week if you want to know more. The first two or three seasons we watched in one go – everyday one or two eps in bed before sleeptime. I wonder if Mr. C and I will be brave enough to finally watch the rest.

We’re house-hunting at the moment. We still haven’t found what we are looking for. A couple of good options, none worth the money asked. We are seeing my favourite option for the second time on Saturday, in the hopes we still like it and can make an offer. We are hoping to get a 10% discount, minimum. The thing is: the owners have a 2nd house (at least), this house is rented so they are getting money out of it, it’s been in the market for a while as they are not in a hurry and hoping to get what they are asking for it. My realistic side says they won’t accept our offer. And we won’t pay the price they are asking. Simples.

Then what? Our objective was to put an offer on a house by end of February and have it accepted also by then so we could be before the baby comes. Otherwise we would stay here and wait until – not sure what the plan is, so let me make up something quickly – we feel like house hunting again and moving.

For the last 12 months our plans changed quite a lot. We were looking for houses, we stopped, the priorities were 1) buy a house, 2) get married, 3) get a better job, 4) have a kid. The order of plans ended up being: 1) get a better job (Mr. C) and a promotion (me), 2) meet each other families, 3) have a kid, 4) whatever. We went from Mr. C not wanting to have a kid in 2008 to me not wanting to have a kid in the beginning of 2009, to ‘just let’s do it before we change our minds’ in mid-2009 to ‘let’s wait until 2010’ to ‘ops, too late’. House-wise, we were looking around our actual area, then flats in West London, now back to houses outside London. Work-wise we have a love-hate relationship with our actual jobs.

So we change our minds all the time, accomplish very little, have always something to look forward to and have a lot of fun together. I guess we’re on the right track, right?

    LIKES

  • Hobbies
  • Romance
  • Children
  • Home and Country
  • Parties
    DISLIKES

  • Aggravating situations
  • Failure
  • Opposition
  • Being told what to do
  • Advice (good or bad)

Taken from this website.

Boy-readers of this blog, I would suggest skipping this post.

As some of you know, after certain stage of the pregnancy it’s not recommended to wear wired bras. I heard/read different reasons for it, but my favourite ones are because it blocks the ducts of milk that are in formation and because they are uncomfortable.

But I didn’t find the time to go wire-free-bra hunting. I’m either too busy (during lunch time or 6pm) or too lazy (post-8pm). Lucky me, there’s another pregnant lady just opposite my desk and she is also Cancerian. So yesterday when I complained for the 10th time how my bras where uncomfortable, she just said: “ok, so today at lunchtime we are going to John Lewis to get you new bras”. No buts.

At lunchtime – late because I got caught with something urgent – there we went to John Lewis. For those abroad, JL is a very nice department store in the UK. Although they have several stores, I wouldn’t consider them a chain, as you have very few compared to proper chains. I’ve been to JL a couple of times in my life, spent less than 30 minutes and left without buying a pin. Unlike this colleague, who knew exactly where to go, what to say and what to expect. We went to the lingerie section, she asked for a fitting session, a nicely dressed lady rang a bell (very English, very posh), another lady came in, called my name and within two seconds she was taking my measurements me and brought me several options. I didn’t have to do anything apart from saying: it feels good, it feels tight. John Lewis being John Lewis, of course you would expect a £25 bra. Me being me, I would have paid for it and then I would cry at home. But the Gods were on my side and the model that fitted me best was their “budget” range. They do call it budget bra at John Lewis as it costs ‘only’ £9.25. Even Mr. C was surprised. I bought two and I can now breathe properly.

I have to say that I was really impressed with their service and the bill and I’m even considering going there more often to look for some bargains or the budget products. I wonder if they serve coffee to their clients there.

I was in the middle of a post when I realised that I need to review my priorities. The post has been deleted and replaced with this one here.

When your Top 5 priorities in life don’t include yourself and your family, there’s something very wrong with the list – or with you. I’m a very pro-being selfish person; I think you should always come first in your own life. If you are your #1, it’s easier to dedicate yourself to others.

Ok, I change my mind all the time about this, but here is how it works in my head: if I love myself, if I want to make myself happy, if I want to be healthy mentally and physically, I need to ensure that people around me are on the same page. So if I want to be happy, I want people around me to be happy. If I want to be mentally healthy I need people mentally healthy nearby, and so on. Of course this is not science and like all rules there are exceptions, but my master theory used to be that.

Not sure when my priority list got all screwed up, but I guess I’m on time to make amends. Job should never be priority #1. At the end of the day, it’s just work. And as they say “people are not irreplaceable” and if things go wrong the job is not there anymore. On the other hand, your workplace is the where you spend most of your time and it should be a place and work that you enjoy doing. I like my job. Not particularly the place I’m working for. I like working for the entertainment industry and with marketing. But it’s also a miserable place to be – I’ve been doing this for – what? – 12 years or something and I can’t recall having a decent 9 to 5 schedule. Always 9, sometimes earlier, never before 6pm, sometimes 7pm, with peaks of 11pm and even weekends. No extra pay, no time in lieu, lots of “be grateful for your job; think of all the unemployed people queuing up for this position” and “wow, you work with Madonna, that’s so cool, I wish I had your job”.

I think part of the reason I work so hard is because I really enjoy what I’m doing and I like to do it well – or extremely well. Most of my colleagues are great people and really fun to work with. I just don’t think it should take 10 hours+ of my day, my sleep, my youth, my time off with my boyfriend and friends, my energy. I don’t even think I’m well paid for the amount of work I do.

Anyway, I really need to review my priorities and be stricter at least with my working hours. I should stick to 9 to 6pm, 1 hour lunch break, 4 o’clock Fridays and switch off when I leave the building. Accept the exceptions but don’t make them rules.

And put myself*, Mr. C, baby C and friends back to the top of the list.

* myself = to exercise, go to the cinema, blog, eat, sleep, read, have a facial, go to the manicure, make plans, cancel plans, go shopping, enjoy the pregnancy, plan a holiday, go on a holiday, window shopping, be paranoid, laugh, have long warm showers, think, think more, talk a lot, be random.

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