April 2003 Archives
Recently, everyone who has seen Max's growing 'bump', and the Week 12 scan has been saying how they think it seems further than the official Doctor's date. My mum even said that Max's bump is the same size as her's when she was about to 'drop' me!
So, maybe we are in for a big 'un, or an earlier than expected arrival. And before the obvious comments - the scan was VERY clear that it's not twins....
I'll post a pic of the aforementioned bump soon (Maxine permitting)......
I know you ar supposed to be tired when you are pregnant but I didn't imagine it would quite be like this. I am totally useless at the moment, there is no denying it and Warren has to put up with me not being able to do anything, including using my brain in work - very frustrating! Honestly I know it must sound like an excuse and yes, I suppose this is a big moan but if I could just have some energy I would be a very happy bunny. The problem is I am ok if I sit on my bum all day and night, but if I decide to venture out for a little walk or something I might as well forget getting out of bed the next day. Its completley mad, I really do think someone keeps hitting me on the head with a hammer when I am not looking...it really is the only explanation.
Maxine's step-sister Jackie and her fiance Sean stayed with us this weekend, with their 7 week-old son, James.
I realised that it was probably the longest sustained period with a very young baby that I have experienced. It makes you realise that there really is no warm-up period - when your baby is born, you are right-in at the deep end (unless you do much baby-sitting before hand I guess, but nobody seems to have trusted us to do that :) )
Needless to say, about 90% of the weekend's conversation was about babies. They didn't pull any punches. "Anyone who says it isn't bloody hard is a liar" is the gist of what they said. A difficult birth and severe colic hasn't helped in their case.
He cried quite a bit, on Saturday night, and then again on Sunday night. It didn't bother me too much - I was able to tune it out quite well, but I could see how 7 hours of it would get pretty iritating.
At one stage I was nursing him, and he was lying contentedly in my arms. After a while, he started to cry. I resisted the usual instinct to immediately return him to the parents, as I have done in the past in that situation. I realised I wouldn't be able to do that soon. After ten minutes of trying to rock him, and put his dummy in, with little success, I knew I had a lot of fast learning to do, come October.
It seems that my mind has been taken over as well as my body (Woz probably thinks that my excuse!). Every night for weeks now my dreams have been baby or child related, sometimes good and sometimes bad, but definately the same subject. Maybe this is how all of my worries, fears, hopes and emotions come out. I have always believed that dreams have deeper meanings, not necessarily the meanings you find in dream dictionarys but I do think there is something in them, even if it is simply just a subconscious worry.. Maybe because having a baby is such a massive life changing event that it is inevitable that my dreams will be related. Weirdly I dreamt that I had a daughter last night and Warren said that he also dreamt that we had a girl...I suppose we will just have to wait and see if dreams do come true!
