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January 23, 2003
11 Weeks
Okay, just to get if off my mind, Brook continues to act as if nothing is wrong at all, and astounding the Vet’s and Vet Assistants with her ‘normal’ behaviour. We’ve had one appointment so far this week, and the funny part about it is that she is becoming such a beauty queen suck! She knows that she goes up onto the x-ray table, lays down etc etc and everyone at the Vet Hospital is just in love with her, thinking she’s so helpful :-) Some more of the cord did move through her system over the weekend, but there is still some remaining in her stomache. We are feeding her now a combination of half her regular food and half of a high fibre food, plus the mineral oil in hopes that this will aid the movement of this foreign body out of her! Brook, on her part, just thinks that the mineral oil gravy is great, and doesn’t care a whit about the change in the food, thank goodness, as changing food on a pet can be troublesome. We’ve got another appointment for Friday afternoon to see how much has moved through in this week, so I’ll hopefully have a final update for you all on next week’s entry. Hopefully :-) Anyway, I was the one taking Brook to the vet for the most part, and got to be an expert in the waiting room routine with her, and it actually turned out to be a great training exercise for her, as there were constantly other animals and people there coming in and out, and was SO EXCITING for her. Trying and good experience. Hope to never have to do that again nonetheless.
I have been practising yoga now continuously for about a year, in a fairly advanced level for the duration I’ve been practising, and pregnancy is now definitely impacting my practise. It’s actually the funniest thing, because is isn’t the nausea affecting me, but rather I am way more tired during the session, and find I have to take breaks and drink water where I was just fine even two weeks ago. Also… I feel my belly. It’s just this little hard ball feeling when I do certain poses, and makes me aware of this tiny little person being formed within me right now. As well, my tender (and increased size) breasts make other poses, uhm, uncomfortable? So, I fear that my transfer to the pregnancy yoga class is not as long coming as I initially thought it would be… And, further, some poses are just not safe for me to do now, like any inversions and almost all twists, so I suppose that this will be for the better! I do think that because my belly is far from growing however, that it will be a little odd for me to be in the class right now, as the women I have seen have the most beautiful full bellies. I want to be them! Yes, yes, all in time, I know! But still, I would like to be able to showcase this amazing thing called pregnancy, and then I will absolutely revel in it. I will not hide or camouflage my belly, ever: This I promise. I will be proud of the ability of my body to nourish, sustain, metamorphosize from a woman and into a mother. I can’t wait.
Prenatal class this week fell on my birthday, which was just fine by Simon and I, as we don’t really go all out on our birthdays but rather have a dinner out somewhere, and possibly a movie. So for us to go to Prenatal Class was fine, as it was turning out to be a really fun experience. Our birthday plans were for us to go to dinner, and then straight to class, at 7:00. We headed to T.G.I. Friday’s, as we haven’t been to that many restaurants here yet and we’re trying to add to our repertoire, so to speak. I wore something nice, as I was fairly certain I wouldn’t be able to wear a lot of my ‘nice’ clothes for a LONG time now. We brought along my two presents we had received in the mail, and off we were. Immediately, I was not really happy with the restaurant. It is located within the Casino complex here, and there is still smoking allowed within the Casino, although the smoking bylaw was enacted for restaurants, pubs, clubs, whatever since January 1st and does not permit smoking except in separate ventilated rooms. Yeay, right? Well, the restaurant, which was open to the Casino for the most part, still smelled of cigarettes, and in my ‘delicate condition’ I was not very happy breathing in all that stuff, as well as just the smell in combo with my morning sickness.
But I digress. We arrived at the restaurant, had a seat, and I ordered a chocolate chocolate-chip mint milkshake. It arrived, and you know how milkshakes come in this gigantic glass? Well, this one came in a 4” tall glass, and in other words, was TINY! And it was runny, not thick. I moved on, thinking fine, so they don’t have good milkshakes, not all places do. The remainder of the meal was not so good either, and the outcome of our little venture was the decision to never go there again. Essentially, it was Americanized service and fare. What I mean by this is that during the summer, Halifax is chock full of tourists on the cruise ships, and this restaurant, right at the Casino is prime target to serve these tourists fare. The meals were pretty small, quite expensive for what they were offering, and the service was definitely lacking. As we were heading out to the car again, I noticed that the cigarette smell was a lot weaker than it was when we initially entered the building, and I was right in fearing that it was in my clothes and hair :-) Yuck!
Lastly, my presents! I got a gift certificate for this really great clothing store from my Mum, I will probably use it to buy clothing with ‘growing room’ so that I can wear it when my belly actually does start to grow, and then still wear it after hopefully. The second present was from Simon’s Mum and Dad, and I have to admit, when I opened it up, I was completely shocked. It was a gorgeous watch, and was the kind that you could change the little round faceplate around the clock portion of it. It was just stunning, really. And I loved all the different faceplates, I can’t wait to change them to suit what I’m wearing each day! :-) There are six faceplates in total. The funniest, or perhaps most ironic thing about the gift is that the only functioning watch I have is my Velcro strap Ironman, and because of what I was wearing I decided not to wear it as it didn’t really fit in with the nice clothes. So, I didn’t have a watch to wear – and I got one for a gift! The final thing about the watch was that we knew it had to have been pretty expensive, and the fact that it was coming from Simon’s parents, who don’t usually give large gifts, just moved me even more. They are so sweet, and have always been so welcoming and nice to me, right from the very start.
We arrived at class, and I had mentioned that it was my birthday to the nurse at the end of the class last week, not really putting any further thought into it. We followed the routine established from the last class of talking to each couple, and then we played another game. At the break, Susan (the nurse) completely surprised me when she brought out at cake that she made for me, and the whole class sang happy birthday – I was definitely overwhelmed by this kindness. Something totally unexpected and so sweet! It was a nutritious carrot cake, building on the class’s theme that night, not counting the great icing of course!
On another note for my birthday, I am totally ecstatic about turning and being 25 when I give birth to my first child. I don’t know why this is so important to me, as it hasn’t been a tradition in my family to have babies by a certain age, as Jeanette’s family tradition (have the first child before turning 26 if I remember correctly from her diary!). I think I just feel that it is a really auspicious time, and I am just so amazed that I have been able to get pregnant and stay pregnant so far, and I have so much of my life yet to live, but now it will be as a mother, a mum… and a part of a family of my own making. I have always known that I was meant to be a mum, and I guess now I know that it is really here, that I am on my way on this journey. I will be a young mother, and I can’t wait for all the adventures, wonders, trials, stumbles, everything. I’m just so excited!
I wanted to mention that my preliminary Doctor appointment was all right. She was nice, excited about the baby, and we made an appointment for this week to (yeay) have a pap smear and breast exam. Fun. All I can say is that thank the lord, my breasts have not been quite as tender as they were about a week ago, or that exam would have been the equivalent of a torture session! And then, the pap exam, something that I dread every year. I have only had one doctor ever who I actually enjoyed having a pap with (if that is possible). She didn’t try to make small talk, but rather explained what she was doing for the whole thing, and treated it in the clinical nature that it actually is. I am starting to get the feeling that this doctor and I are not going to get along however, and it was pretty strong by the end of this last appointment. Simon came with me to meet her, as she will be the baby’s doctor as well, and it won’t always be me bringing her/him in for appointments. She talked to him briefly and the way that she was talking was just a little odd – he was agreeing with her on many points, but she carried on as if she didn’t even hear him… I will keep going to her a couple more times, but I am getting this odd uncomfortable feeling when I’m with her. We will see, we will see.
Classes and school have been coming along, and I have to say that my thesis it has appears has hit a bit of a snag. I find myself not being able to work on it to the extent that I want, as fitting in going to class, meeting with groups and doing class work as well as trying to get in a nap just about filling the entire day. The rest is spent walking the puppy, and preparing a meal of some sort and then cleaning it up. I have accepted this as there isn’t much I can really do at this point. My supervisor is totally supportive of the route I’m taking with it, but my advisor (a faculty member here at the school) has been a pain in the ass a bit. She hasn’t submitted the proposal to the faculty, instead, she has returned it to me, literally filled with red ink. When I received it, I was a complete mess, as she was so negative throughout the entire critique, and it was too much for my delicate emotional state at the time. I will get it done, and get it through her if it kills me. I have to.
Symptoms: The morning sickness, the tender, but not so tender breasts… what else? Not much change from last week I must report. With the decrease in sensitivity of my chest, I have very very happily been sleeping on my belly again. I LOVE sleeping on my belly, although I do have to move into the position gingerly still, but once there, I’m a happy pregnant woman! LOL Oh, and I have felt my lower abdomen growing increasingly hard over the past week or so… lots of growing going on down there! Oh my gosh, and the exhaustion is still definitely here, and making it’s loud presence known. I have resigned the fact that I cannot possibly stay awake past 9:30 at night. Even if I have a nap earlier in the day. Doesn’t matter to my body, I am completely zonked out by 8:30, 9:00 tops. Off the top of my head now, I can’t remember anything else for my symptoms…
**Talk to Me**
When did you have your first child, and how do you remember that experience in terms of the age you were and the expectations you had of being a mother?
Did you ever have to change Doctors, and how did you arrive at that decision? What difficulty have you experienced in finding a new one?
Namaste, Laura and the Little One
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