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Ten weeks, four days.

Clearly an update is overdue. And we won’t even mention my lovely paper diary with its delightful stripy cover and about three pathetic little entries. Well, it was an experiment that didn’t pan out, that’s all. Apparently updating online is easier for me, and updating in two places was just confusing.

(My memory, by the way and not even when influenced by pregnancy, is appalling. I’m watching Matt Damon on Inside The Actor’s Studio and they’ve just shown a clip from The Good Shepherd . I know I’ve seen it, and I recognised the clip, and I have no clue what it was about. I get a lot of mileage out of reruns and re-reads, as you can imagine.)

These days I feel queasy a bit and it’s been a lean weekend for poor B in terms of dinners, since I couldn’t really muster the interest to plan anything for Friday, Saturday or Sunday nights. (In my defence, I was busy planning and making cupcakes for a two-year-old’s birthday party, which took up all my food planning brain cells. Also, the party filled us up pretty well for Saturday night.) Then we had 5 Guys burgers on Friday evening and I had indigestion all night, so I decided I’d rather go to bed a little empty than too full. Basically, I haven’t got to a part of the pregnancy where the baby actually needs extra food, and I’m not nursing enough for it to be going that way.

Monkey was sick the previous weekend and it took a week to get his sleep and eating back to normal, but I think we’re back on track now. Today he had (and loved) peanut butter for the first time.

(Who is this Kimora person? And why should I care? Oh wow, there’s going to be another season of Top Cut. No, what was it called? Project Shag? Step it up and Bang? Shear Genius, that was it. You wouldn’t believe how long it just took me to remember that.)

Right. I have thank-you cards to write and photos to send to grandparents. And early bed to go to.
Matt Damon. Good. Mmm.

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Knitting the ravelled sleeve once more

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I really don’t want to tempt fate, and maybe it was to do with his cold or the fact that he was pretty tired yesterday, but last night Monkey had his Best Night Ever. He slept from 7.30 to 4.30 without waking (or at least, without waking *me*), and then went back to sleep till 6.25am. It did take quite a while to get him back to sleep, but I’m not complaining, because for once (and unlike the previous night) I managed to also sleep soundly and so I might even have got 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Imagine! (Okay, I did get up to pee in the middle there somewhere, but I went straight back to sleep afterwards.)

This has occassioned me to spend far too long this morning daydreaming about how wonderful it would be if he really did start sleeping through the night (or even this much through) regularly once he turns two. I really shouldn’t think thoughts like that.

Faintly symptomy

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What, 8 weeks and 4 days now. Woot. I have a gummy bear!

I’ve sort of decided the sore boobs aren’t going to show up, since they were practically my first symptom last time, and so far no dice this time. For which, grateful. Though I’m also very glad I regained as much autonomy over my breasts as I did in the expectation that I’d have to stop nursing altogether one of these weeks.

It’s really nice now to be able to play with Monkey on the sofa or the floor without his pulling up my shirt as soon as he gets within range. It’s almost as if he loves me for more than just my milk-producing capabilities. And even if he is still waking just as often at night, he’s not hanging on the boob for hours at a time any more – I push him off when I’ve had enough, and he either goes back to sleep (yay) or doesn’t (woe).

In other symptoms, I’ve had a few days of being very very tired, but that’s hard to divorce from how little sleep I may have got the night before, how early I was up (he’s in a 5am phase again, oh joy) and the fact that I just caught a cold. And I feel a bit queasy most days in the afternoon, making it hard to want anything for lunch, but really not even enough to call it feeling sick.

I’ve gone off coffee (after sentencing B to a whole jar of decaf Nescafe) and don’t really want anything sweet to eat, which is good. I don’t get cravings, as such, I just have very specific feelings about what I want or don’t want to eat.

Midhusbandry?

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Seven weeks, four days

Today I had my first appointment at the birthing center. They were nice, I met a male midwife, which I believe is a pretty unusual thing, and my uterus was pronounced to be just where it should be and of the expected size (about the size of a small plum, or a key lime, I’d say).

I felt a bit blech yesterday but am fine again today. Saturday night was odd though; all the extra blood was rushing round my body like mad, I think, and I felt exactly the way I would have if I’d had several beers too many at the cherry blossom party we were at earlier in the evening, which was very unfair when I hadn’t even had a sniff of the saki let alone anything stronger than pomegranate juice. I woke up in the middle of the night with a thumping headache, roasting hot, and parched with thirst.

Pregnancy’s funny stuff.

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Sibling potentiality

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Honestly, I’m so symptom free that I have to keep reminding myself that with no signs to the contrary, it’s highly unlikely that it’s just worn off and in fact, yes, I am still pregnant.

Probably tomorrow I’ll be sick as a dog and regretting even writing this.

When I think of my second child (!) it’s still mostly hypothetical. It’s very very hard to believe that it’s inside me right now, that its gender is already determined, and that in a couple of months it’ll be making its presence felt in person. What on earth will Monkey make of something banging on my tummy from the inside? Will he be worried that the baby can’t get out? Will he have a clue what we’re actually on about when we say there’s a baby in there?

A couple of friends are pregnant with their second babies, and I’m hoping that as they get (even) bigger and then when Monkey sees his friends becoming a big brother and big sister, I’ll be able to explain what’s going on and he’ll understand more easily and be more likely to accept it as normal when such a thing happens in his house.