We have had lots of friends and family over lately, with the warmer weather and I keep hearing the same thing: ‘Oh, what a great Man Cave!’.
This is in reference to our summer house at the end of our garden. As far as I can tell what defines this as a man’s space is that we have gym equipment in there… half of the equipment in there I bought, for my own use, and when we bought the house we both excitedly discussed how that space could be used as a gym.
I’ve just had a baby, I need to exercise if I am ever going to keep up with her!
Can I ask, and please do answer because I am genuinely interested, why is it that men are assumed to need a separate space? And why is exercise, more often than not, still assumed to be a male activity?
We were scheduled for c-section as our little one was breech, a frank breech to be precise. But I started contracting three days before the scheduled date, in the middle of the night.
I am really glad that I had our hospital bags packed. Once I called the hospital they asked us to come straight in, as I had been timing my contractions for a couple of hours to be sure, using the Babycentre app and they were about 3-4 minutes apart. I let Jack sleep whilst I timed them for 2 hours, do I get an award? I woke him up at 5:30 to warn him I was going to call the hospital and encouraged him to have a hot shower and pop on some clean, warm clothes as we potentially had a long day ahead.
Speaking to the midwife on triage, she asked us to come in. Better safe than sorry is a good motto for any query in pregnancy.
We got into Hospital at about 6:30 am, after sitting in our driveway in the dark, waiting for our car to defrost. It was freezing out! I was popped on a monitor to track contractions and babe’s heart rate. Contractions had, as they typically do when you arrive on the labour ward, slowed right down to one every 10 mins. One of the midwives said she would examine me to see if I was in established labour, turns out I was and they booked us in for the first c-section slot of the day.
Th surgery went smoothly, though it is the strangest sensation. And that moment when they lift your newborn up so you can see if it’s a boy or girl… pretty hard to see as the person below the screen, so in the end Jack had to tell me we had a girl.
Also, one thing I hadn’t considered is just how little space there is; they popped her down on my chest and she got nudge slowly closer and closer towards my face as they worked on stitching me up.
Recovering afterwards went as well as you can hope, things I hadn’t thought about is how long your legs are numb for after surgery, and bed baths, catheters and bloody wees. But when you’ve got your baby, you really don’t care!
We didn’t have any visitors to the hospital and I am very happy with that decision, I was a knackered mess and just wanted to enjoy our little new trio. Jack went home to get his last night of uninterrupted sleep and stayed up all night, totally lost of how to settle Edie to sleep.
The following day we left hospital in the afternoon, and she met her four grandparents that evening. We’ve been very lucky and the first couple of months have flown by, she’s such a good baby, pretty chilled.
Do you have any advice you’d offer new parents? i.e. me…
So, our baby is the wrong way up. Depending on how you look at things, I mean once it’s born it is currently the right way up for day-to-day human life, but for actual birth, it’s not ideal.
So in spite of hanging around upside down, to try and flip it naturally, we are booked in for an ECV later this week. I am nervous and trying to prep myself for it not working. For first time mothers I have been told it’s 40% chance of being successful. Meaning 60% likelihood of needing a planned c-section.
Wondering what an ECV is? Basically a doctor manually tries to flip the baby in a sort of in-utero forward roll. I have to be on the labour ward, just in case the babe goes into distress and needs an emergency c-section, or the procedure brings on natural labour. It’s certainly been quite a lot to get my head around.
I hope your evening and mood improves. I can’t say that I have ever experienced an incident quite like the one you just provided me with, but then, you live and you gain new experiences.
I imagine you are not happy with how we parted, however I am happy with the choices I made. Some things you don’t know about me, because we are complete strangers to one another:
I have had a clean driving license for 12 years (I am not sure why you felt the need to shout that question through my car window; it was pretty condescending. I reckon we are the same age.)
I have only ever made an insurance claim for a chipped windscreen, from a stone
I am a fairly careful driver, partly now because (now you couldn’t maybe see this from your viewpoint outside my car door) I am eight months pregnant
I don’t love backing down, what I am pretty sure I am in the right
Angry as you were, I’ve dealt with worse (lucky me)
I am confident it was my right of way because I gave way going in your same direction only this morning, on my way to work, and I’ve driven that road and that area a lot.
I can’t know what drives a person, who is in fact in the wrong, to not only aggressively honk their horn and shout, but then actually get out of their vehicle and come up to someone else’s to shout at them further. I have never done it myself.
I am grateful to the man that approached you, I think he may have been a pedestrian. I don’t know what he said to you, I could assume it was either ‘ mate, that’s not your side of the road’ or something like ‘she’s obviously not moving, why not back your van up a bit?’. Whatever it was it worked and you went away.
Other things you might be interested to know: as soon as I saw you getting out of your driver door, I locked my car and me and my colleagues safely inside it. You might not realise how over the top you appeared, but honestly it wasn’t a nice side to see of a stranger. The idea that you thought I would wind down my window to hear your shouts more clearly suggests you are good at reading people.
I would ask that you don’t do that again to anyone else, ever. It was pretty shitty of you really.
As I said I hope you have a better evening, and cheer up. And maybe learn a bit more about right’s of way and the road layouts of Brighton.
Can’t quite get my head around it being a new year tomorrow, but I have been deep in moving house/ being preggo land.
So… keeping it simple in 2018:
Try not to sweat the small stuff. I think it’s going to be a pretty hectic, life changing year, so one of my resolutions is to try not to get too bogged down in small things. In the grand scheme of things it won’t matter if we’re not totally on top of keeping our home tidy, or my nail varnish is chipped.
Healthy without pressure. In all senses. We’re expecting at the end of February and we have moved house, so the chances of me signing up to a gym membership tomorrow are slim, but I miss being active (pelvis pain currently hindering even the shortest of walks) so I am looking forward to short walks out with our new little one. And I’ve heard being new parent is knackering, so trying to fuel myself in a vaguely sensible way will probably help (plus cake in moderation of course!).
Are you making resolutions for the new year? If so, do share!
So, yes we are excited about the new growing addition to our family, and looking forward to the due date. I have however been slightly less than excited about the pregnancy symptoms I experienced in the first trimester.
I’ll be honest, I knew it wasn’t going to be all sunshine and smiles, but I wasn’t fully aware of what was in-store for me. And I’m a lucky one: very little actual vomiting took place early on (that came later), only a few days where I have been overwhelmed by it.
O, what a patient husband I have. I hope it wasn’t too often, and hopefully won’t happen going forward but there have definitely been moments where I have gone from 0 to 100 for no real reason.
This has sort of eased off as I entered my second trimester, thankfully. There have been a few car journeys that have been *even* longer than usual because I just need to go. And the night times. It’s got to be good pre-baby training for sleep deprivation and interruption.
Wow. This one. I was so incredibly tired weeks 5 to 9, it was like I’d taken sleep medication or something. Getting home and falling asleep on the sofa at 7:30, napping all weekend and most of the way through our two holidays. Sorry husband.
With a small amount of vomiting. But like your are hungover and not sure if food with fix you or ruin you. I basically spent the last 3 months avoiding the food I love and any particularly interesting vegetables (not great for a vegetarian). And snacking on mini cheddars to the point where I now never want a cheddar again in my life.
Hungry but not
I am hungry, sometime ravenously. But I get about a third of a way through my meal and start giving up. I just can’t finish. That is not normal Laura behavior.
All I can say is make sure you are eating plenty of fruit and grains.
Cystitis (again, yep)
Did you know you are more prone to cystitis during pregnancy? No? I didn’t either, until I knew. Also your immune system is apparently weaker, so it takes longer to shake off. Joy.
Water and cranberry juice, and when that does work: filthy tasty medication from the pharmacy. Yuck.
The good news is basically all of those symptoms either improved or I’ve found a way to help them, and the main one of tiredness is much better (at the moment).
Do you have any tips for a first timer like me? I’m just at week 22 now.
Today is the last day of my twenties. I have been asked how I feel about turning 30: overall really good.
My twenties have been great, I’ve been very lucky.
I was at Uni
I met I guy I liked
I got an internship
I got a proper job
I moved into a house share in Brighton
I got promoted
I moved in with that guy I liked
We got engaged
We bought our first home
We got married
And to finish up we’re now expecting a baby.
As a start to my thirties, that’s a pretty awesome thing, and add in we’ll hopefully be moving before Christmas I reckon 30 will fly by.
I’ll start with the obvious, we are both very happy about it. We told our close family and a few friends before the 12 week stage, around 6-8 weeks depending on when we saw them, as if anything were to have happened so far these are the people we would lean on for support, but thankfully all OK so far.
So that’s my news, for the moment. I’ll probably share a post about how I found the first trimester soon, in my oversharing way : )