This is what dressing rooms are for right?
I stumbled across Shannon’s (from A Game of Diapers) awesome twin belly pic post today and it inspired me to show you mine. This is my absolutely favourite pregnancy photo. I LOVED my tummy. I am 36 weeks here. My brother used to call me egg on legs and in this pic I can really see why. Can’t wait until the day I get to do this again.
I also did take the exact same photo of my belly each week of my pregnancy (I might have missed one or two weeks here and there but I got most of it). It’s more of a midsection shot each time. It’s great as a series and when I get around to it I might post that one day too.
Now though, I’m going to wake my son. He is sleeping FAR too late which means stiff negotiations at bedtime tonight for sure. It’s been one of those days. Rain, maggots and shit. Seriously. Maybe I should blog about that too.
PS That’s now two posts in one day. WOW and sorry! Multiple posting in one day is a bit naughty but today I’m saying whatevs.
When those old wives sat around weaving their tales they certainly spent a lot of time on the labour inducing ones. I tried a couple of things with Monkey but as you would know if you’ve read my Birth Story (errr novel) I was still induced anyway. I’m convinced it is because I didn’t have enough time.
Next time I won’t be caught out like this. Next time I will be armed and ready with labour inducing techniques coming out my wahzoo (closely followed by a human being hopefully). I did a bit of research on the topic recently and compiled this little list so if you are keen to know what’s what in this department head on over to You and Baby and check it out. Or if you’ve used some of these yourself or something different altogether then leave me a comment and tell me all about it. I want details!
Psssst…if you click on this gorgeous baby belly (yes that’s me!) it will zoom you on right over there.
…Continued from Part 2…
4 September 2011
Just after midnight: There was one moment when I was on the table getting prepped for theater and one of the Drs rocked up and started questioning the other one on whether or not this should be the course of action and if every possible thing had been done. I guess hospitals are very wary about delivering babies under a GA (general anesthetic). There is a lot of risk as the GA can affect the baby and it can come out not breathing. Thankfully this didn’t happen with Monkey. He came out crying apparently.
At that moment, when I thought this whole thing might not come off because of another silly Dr who doesn’t have a clue what is going on, I almost burst into tears. I honestly thought they might send me back up to deliver naturally. But then the Dr said “No, this one has had enough. It’s time to take her in.” I could have kissed that Dr. Continue reading
…Continued from Part 1...
Saturday, 3 September
So on we travel. As soon as the waters are broken (not painful btw) I start having proper contractions. They make a decision to hold off starting the induction IV until 6am the following morning so I can have a chance to rest that night. The midwife offers me some panadeine to dull the contraction pain and give me a chance to rest. I don’t take it (although I did encourage M have some rest) and I do regret that now. Instead I wanted to stay up and work with the contractions. I was living in hope that I’d be dilated enough by 6am that they’d decide I didn’t need the IV induction meds after all. Continue reading
The day of my induction
So if you’ve rocked up here thinking that “birth story” is probably a metaphor for something else (like this) then you will be sorely disappointed. Today I am actually going to be telling the story of how I tried to squeeze a little human out of my vajayjay. So if that’s all a bit gross sounding for you then hey, that’s totally cool. You can shuffle along and I won’t be offended and you won’t be grossed out so everyone wins. You can pop back next time when the topic is more intriguing for you and involves less talk about my vajayjay.
Good, glad we got that out of the way.
Now this birth was quite the saga (hence the fact that it’s in 3 parts) so I’m going to attempt (and I’m just saying attempt now peoples, there are no promises) to remain articulate and succinct and not go on tangents or mosey along totally unrelated paths. Kind of how I am now. So, let’s get this party started and get into it. Continue reading