Well ok, only half of that is true. It’s getting way too cold to be barefoot at the moment. Right now I’m all about my slippers and my brand new socks (all nine pairs of them). And homemade hot chocolate. Simple pleasures.
So, yes, for those of you who don’t already know, I have a bun in the oven. Actually more of a loaf now (35 weeks to be precise) and almost cooked. We were going to do the big Facebook announcement but we somehow never got around to it and now d-day is fast approaching.
With Leah, I was totally focussed on the pregnancy – devouring every book and internet article I could find on natural parenting despite working full time. This time around, I’ve organised precisely nothing and couldn’t feel less prepared. Even though it feels like I’ve been pregnant forever, it sure has snuck up on me! I guess that’s what happens when you’re looking after a three year old.
Everyone says that each pregnancy is different but, quite frankly, this one has been exactly the same as the first. Thank God.
First trimester – dead tired but not much nausea. Cranky.
Second trimester – fantastic! Oh if I could be five months pregnant for my entire life, I would. So much energy and a lovely expanding figure that hasn’t reached whale-like proportions yet.
Third trimester – back to cranky. And tired. But I have developed an insatiable nesting instinct that I’m loving right now. If only my energy levels matched my lofty ambitions…
I do hope this domestic goddess propensity stays with me after the birth although I suspect that I’ll be spending most of the first few weeks on the couch breastfeeding and barking orders (sorry, babe). But at least I have my systems in place…
I’m hoping that my carbon copy pregnancy bodes well for a carbon copy birth (well close to – there will be some significant differences).
First time around, I was living in Thailand and had a wonderful pregnancy and birth supported by the fantastic private hospital nearby and plenty of Thai street food. I even developed a hankering for deep-fried bugs (silk worm larvae and tiny crunchy crickets – yum!). Boy do I miss those! I even got to celebrate Songkran, the Thai New Year whilst pregnant (see me get a couple of buckets of water chucked on me through the window of our car). Ah happy days.
I went into hospital the night before the actual birth as I was convinced that labour had started – ha! What did I know? When I got there I was dismayed to be told I was only 1 cm dilated. Nothing much happened that night so I went home in the morning. Then it really started happening around lunchtime.
Aaron, darling man, wanted me to be completely sure this time so we could avoid another wasted trip to the hospital so I laboured at home for a few hours which was probably far more comfortable anyway. Late afternoon, he suggested we have a swim so we walked down to the pool in our complex. It was a three minute walk but I was stopped in my tracks by contractions three times on the way. Something probably should have clicked at that point. But it didn’t.
Half the Thai neighbours were in the pool so it was a sociable experience with everyone joking about me giving birth in the pool. I can look back and laugh…
Somehow we managed to kill a few more hours at home before I finally convinced Aaron that this was it and we really needed to get to the hospital. One of the neighbours had dropped over and after she heard the noises I was making she told Aaron to hop to it. He ordered a takeaway. Then asked me if we had time to go and pick it up on the way to the hospital…
So with the takeaway bag swinging from the wing mirror (there was no way I was letting that thing in the car with us – the smell was making me want to vomit), we finally headed for the hospital. An hour and a half later, Leah was born. The takeaway, cold by that point, was heated up by the gorgeous nurse and was the best meal I’d ever tasted. All was forgiven.
This time around we’re back in Australia and I’m planning a home birth. I figure it’ll be the same deal but without the takeaway fiasco and torturous drive to the hospital.
However this time I’ll have a three year old to contend with. According to my midwife, my body probably won’t allow itself to go into labour properly until Leah is safely tucked into bed and I can focus on the matter at hand. I expect the rest of the day to fly by in a blur of demands – Mum can I have a drink, Mum can I watch some telly, Mum can you get me…(fill in the blank).
But of course we’ll see. All I know is I’m bloody excited about meeting this new addition to the family and about the whole birthing process. I’m also freaking out a little bit about how one deals with a newborn and a three year old. I guess you just do.
Stay tuned for more stories from the bump and details of some of my nesting projects.
Oh and if you’d like to guess the date (actual due date is June 15th) then feel free to leave a comment below. There’s no prize or anything – just bragging rights.