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Happy 3rd Birthday Samuel!

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Everyone – and I mean everyone – got sick this week (including poor Caroline, which was heartbreaking). So we postponed Sam’s birthday until he was at school, and well enough to enjoy it (although we did give him his present from us – a massive box of Geotrax – so that he had something to play with while home from school during Caroline’s massive feed-a-thons), and at school so that he could give out his muffins and party bags (why muffins? Because when we asked is we could send in cakes, the teacher said “we prefer something healthy’ [oh good, I’m on board] “like muffins” [Aaaargh, tears hear out].

So now, 2 days late, I get to say:

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Happy 3rd Birthday Sam.

Sam, you have made me understand the phrase “the light of my life”. When you are around, things seem brighter. You make me smile more broadly, laugh louder and hug harder than anyone else (sorry about the endless hugs… I know you have stuff to do and they get in the way). Every day, your crazy energy reminds me how much joy there is to be had in life. Your unconditional love teaches me about loyalty and trust. And eating your grow up is one of the greatest pleasures, and greatest achievements, I have in my life.

I am so proud of of what an empathetic boy you have become. Yesterday, we were all sick, Caroline had cried for over an hour, and then you had a meltdown because I put water in your cup when you had asked for juice (sorry about that). So, helpfully I started bawling my eyes out (I might be where you get your fair for the dramatic… sorry about that too). You tired to ‘kiss it better’ and when I was still crying you said “I think we need to call Daddy to make it better… I think Daddy has your medicine… I took medicine in my mouth and it made me better..” Then you proceeded to look for my shoes and socks so we could get your sister to the doctor. I was awestruck by how mature you could be, and touched by such sweetness. I hope that concern for others, and that need to make those you love happy (which comes from your Dad) never leaves you. It will make you a wonderful son, friend, partner and human.

Sibling love, or at least, sibling curiosity

Sibling love, or at least, sibling curiosity

I am watching you grow into your role as big brother too – again, I am so proud of how you have adapted to no longer being the center of attention, and to the care you show your sister. I know it was tough when she came home, and when things changed, but you have bounced back and are our cheerful, happy boy again. I admire your resilience, and wish I had it too.

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You’re crazy – definitely a little wild. You quite proudly announced you had a time out at school you because you “broke Scott’s tower”. You looked me dead in the eyes and said “I broke it so hard”. You poured pretzels all over the floor today so your dump truck could scoop them up. We frequently find you have locked yourself in Ellie’s dog crate. You are crazy and loving and curious and wild and smart and demanding and just you. I am so grateful you are you. Every bit of you I love and I can’t wait to see what this next year brings out of you.

Love

Mummy

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200 posts

Happy [200th post]  Birthday blog.

My 24th Birthday - 7 1/2 years ago!!

My 24th Birthday – 7 1/2 years ago!!

I love my little blog. I love writing it, and it satisfies my strange need to record things in my life (a little obsessively? Let’s see, I scrapbook, log my running, track my eating, keep hundreds of ‘memory boxes’. Maybe a little obsessively). I love being part of the ‘blogging community’ (and yes, there is one) and I also love being able to go and look back at photos and words from years ago. I periodically kept journals from childhood right through to adolescence and I guess this is a natural progression.

My 28th birthday.

My 28th birthday.

But, I also love how my blog has grown in the last 2 years. It used to be me, my Mum and Clio who read it. Now I have email 91 followers (not ALL immediate family 😉 ) and am referenced on several external websites. For example, The University of Illinois recommend my posts on writing grants, and New Mum recommended my posts on Polyhdramnios.

You can guess this one...

You can guess this one…

More than that, I love all the comments on my blog – I am far from my homes, and many friends, and I love sitting in Texas and chatting to y’all. Seriously, ask any blogger (no matter how small): comments for the win.

31st - Sam is technically in this one too :)

31st – Sam is technically in this one too 🙂

WordPress sent me this neat little summary of my 2012 blogging stats

http://lekkiwood.wordpress.com/2012/annual-report/

Thanks everyone who reads – you keep me very happy x

At 31… this much I know…

Making a wish

Had a great birthday! Got to speak to my parents in the morning and then had a really good day at work (my latest paper wasn’t rejected WITHOUT REVIEW until exactly 4 hours after the end of my birthday 😛 ). I came home to decorations on the house,

and a beautiful birthday dinner laid out for me.

After presents (gel manicure nail kit & smashbox eyeshadow palate from ‘rentals; maternity PJs, a maternity dress, a toaster and a waffle iron from da husband; sock money, eraser and key-chain from Sasha, Liam and Rachel respectively) there was of course: the return of the ‘A’ cake.

It was a perfect day.

I reflected that on my last child-free birthday (I hope) I am older but not much wiser… I know very little, but (in the words of The Guardian): this much I know:

1. Revenge is very tempting, pointing out people’s weaknesses with wide-eyed innocence and making them squirm just to appease my own feeling of being hard done by… but I always regret it.

2. Grace is much harder, and takes longer to reconcile peacefully as the right decision, within myself. But I have never regretted extending forgiveness in the long term.

3. Losing control of a situation is a failure: usually a sign of bad management and poor planning. Losing control of a person is not. People should be left to be free.

4. Jealousy holds me back and makes me unproductive; being inspired by where / who what I want to be is a springboard to greater things.

5. I have never regretted staying late to finish a project or task. I have regretted letting things slide.

6. I have never regretted sharing an idea. Ideas are like people: they should also be set free to find the sustenance to grow.

7. “I am so sorry, I must have got it wrong” has opened the most doors for me.

Not much… but a start…

My blogging absence…. meet Firework

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Big Fat Positive

I have been way too sporadic in my blog posts of late – and most of you know why. Welcome Firework – due November 5th. Of course, blogging seems like the ideal pregnancy activity, except that every moment not spent sleeping / fighting nausea I have spent trying to keep up to date with my work (have I managed? 90% there. I am getting better). Most people know about little Firework, but superstition stopped me revealing on my blog until 12 weeks (although the pics on facebook are somewhat of a public giveaway). Anyway –  a blogger’s tradition and a little Q&A to meet Firework.

Dates

LMP was January 30th, Firework was conceived on Feb 14th, and I found out I was pregnant 6 days before my next period on Feb 24th.

Why I tested so early?

Because it was Wes’ birthday 🙂

How I found out 

Well, I had had some weird early pregnancy symptoms – a 4-day headache, a pain in my lower back like I had been kicked, and my *ahem* went a weird dark red /purple colour (yes! really! it freaked me out and I was like ‘is this normal? Did it always look like this? Surely I would have noticed?’), plus I felt a pretty sharp implantation pains (I always feel ovulation as well). I knew the very earliest I could test fell on Wes’ birthday, so I figured: why not? It was the first month we had tried, so I bulk bought a pack of pregnancy tests, promising myself that when I got the inevitable negative I wouldn’t test until I was late, and then not again until I was late the following month. I didn’t tell Wes as I didn’t want to seem like a ‘crazy baby lady’ 🙂

Woke up before Wes on his birthday – POAS (peed on a stick) – put it down, set a timer and made myself leave the room. When the timer went off came back, and could not believe I saw a (very faint) pink line..

Barely visible first test (yes, I still have it)

Barely visible first test (yes, I still have it)

How I told Wes

I waited until he woke up, then found him drinking milk straight from the carton. I just went up to him and said “You know how we aren’t doing presents until later? I have an early one for you” and showed him the stick

What Wes said

He was overjoyed. Said it was definitely the best birthday ever. We are not really criers, plus were in a bit of shock. He smiled and was happy and asked how I was feeling (which back then was pretty normal).

How Wes has been

Awesome. He was cooking me dinner every night until I started throwing it up. He asks me every single night if there is anything he can bring me (and will travel for random stuff) and is more than happy to run about after me, just because I “can’t be bothered to get off the sofa”. It’s kinda true what they say: women become mothers when they are pregnant, men become fathers when the baby is born. It is so true, but it works, because while I worry and fuss about the baby, Wes worries and fusses about me. He hates seeing me sick, and can’t do enough to make me more comfortable. He’s a great father-to-be.

Emotional meltdowns:

Just three (I think that is less than usual). One: Early on when I was trying to let a drunk Wes into the house and I was struggling to find the key on his ring and he said “it’s the same as on yours” which was absolutely. the. meanest. thing. ever. Luckily some rational part of my brain decided that perhaps there were worse things, and before Wes could see I ran to the back of the house to ‘read in peace’ i.e. sob myself to sleep.

Two: I walked to breakfast with my friend Stella, giving a small heave on the way. They said the wait for breakfast was 40 mins, I was not happy but agreed. After 1 hour of waiting I put my head between my legs and sobbed uncontrollably. Stella took it well – offered me chocolate and space – and we were seated pronto. I got my ginger pancakes and all was well.

Three: I went into the boot (trunk) of the car and the lid-thing came down and hit – OK, tapped – me on the head. I started crying and didn’t stop for 40 minutes at the whole injustice of the thing. Wes remained calm, amazing sympathetic (if slightly bemused) and bought me crepes.

My parents:

Have been awesome. So excited – Mum is knitting a shawl and when I mentioned that I was waiting for payday to buy new bras that fit, my dad (DAD)whispered to my Mum and she said “we’ll get you some”. They have sent out  Dairy Milk, and my Dad (I repeat: DAD) rummaged around BHS for 32E bras for me 🙂

How the first trimester has been

Shiiiiiiiity (pardon my french). The first 6 weeks were fine – a lot of tiredness and mild nausea that just made me feel nice and pregnant and I thought was cool. I was actually more productive at work as I had stopped training for the 1/2 marathon when I found out (yes…. this is why I didn’t run) and was well rested. Then the real morning sickness hit, and I couldn’t keep liquids down, was throwing up at home, at work, out of the car…. I couldn’t focus at work, as I was just fighting waves of nausea…. I couldn’t keep down protein or vegetables, only cake, pasta, fries, bread, some cheese – which made me miserable. Then the Dr convinced me to take anti-emetics and my life came back. Now I am tired and sometimes nauseous, but my life is back. Now I quite enjoy it.

Exercise / eating

Yeah… I had this plan that I would go fully paleo when pregnant. Not at option when you can’t keep protein of veggies down. I also couldn’t therefore really lift, and after this epidemiological study decided not to run. Yes, Dr.s do say that it is fine to keep running, if your body is used to it, and yes, there have been many women who ran throughout pregnancy with wonderful, healthy pregnancies. And I applaud any women who decides to keep her fitness routine going. It is a personal choice and seemed to me that you were told not to run if your pregnancy was ‘high risk’ – however it also seemed to me that you only know if you are ‘high risk’ if you have signs of impending miscarriage, and sadly, by then, sometimes it is too late. So, for the first trimester only, as I didn’t know if there were any problems with the pregnancy or not, it was swimming only weeks 6-10. Now I have added heavy lifting back in (slightly lower weight for things like squats, absolutely no compromise in form, and no lifts above the head), and with my ob/gyn’s clearance will go back to running, doing couch to 5 K, hopefully this week.

Oh, and diet. Honestly? Atrocious. I crave carbs and sweets and often it is the only thing that quells the nausea. I start with a super healthy breakfast and so my best to stay that way – but I tail off when the nausea hits again.

Weight gain

1.5 – 2 lbs. Hopefully no muscle mass loss, as my strength has not taken a hit. That being said, I am a whale very early on bump-wise though – check out how quickly my belly ‘popped’.

5 weeks - 134 lbs

5 weeks - 134 lbs

11 weeks - 135.5 lbs

12 weeks - 135.5 / 136 lbs. How did this shoot out??

Scans

We got 2 scans, one at 8 weeks where we saw the heartbeat (and Firework looked like a squished frog). This was when we chose to tell everyone.

Squished froglet

And today, we had a nuchal scan (all looked good) at 12 weeks. Apparently I have a huge uterus – every u/s technician comments on it. It wasn’t always big, just grew very quickly. It’s a good thing – lots of room for Firework to move around. But Firework chose today to scrunch his / herself into the very smallest corner and hide away. The u/s technician tried to goad Firework into moving, but poking my abdomen repeatedly with probes and fingers, but this just made Firework scrunch up and hide even more and kick his / her legs (which was incredibly cute) while sucking his / her thumb (ditto on the cuteness). Firework is like Daddy: shy and likes to hide out in their own space. My invasive / exhibitionist genes are not showing yet 🙂

Scrunched child

Cravings:

Loads: berries with cream, mini eggs from Britain, ketchup, donuts (so bad for donuts), buffalo wings, oranges, ketchup, watermelon, ketchup, chips (fries) with malt vinegar and ketchup. More Ketchup.

Best thing I have bought for pregnancy so far:

My belly band is pretty rocking. But I am in love with a rented doppler. I was told not to get it, as some people say it is impossible to hear the heartbeat on your own early, or to distinguish it from other sounds such as your own heartbeat, or your pelvic blood flow. I called the company, and they said that if you are slim, you can hear it from 10 weeks – and it was just $25 a month, so I went for it. I heard the heartbeat the first night! It was easy to distinguish my sounds from Firework’s: my heartbeat and thus blood flow is 66 bpm – Firework’s is over 140! It is a little harder to distinguish between Firework’s blood flow and Firework’s heart beat, but hear you have 2 options: (1) listen for two separate but similar sounds or (2) accept that both are equally signs of a healthy baby. I didn’t use it too often – not a good idea in the first trimester, but lest there are any doubters, I did listen to the heartbeat and measure it as 154 bpm – and the Dr measured it as 155. So – proof that for me it worked. Here is little Firework’s heartbeat 🙂