OK!
Short version, since I'm typing the gist of this entry (read: harrowing ordeal) while the baby's asleep.
Labour was long - 24 hours from the first minor contraction, to the final birth (felt small cramps at about 10.15/10.30pm on Sunday night).
Babe was born 1045pm, Monday, 10 September 2007. He was 2.880 kg (which is about 6.3 lbs for the old-skool folks)
Pics will be up asap!
Love you all heaps - thanks for the support throughout the last 9 months!
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
D-Day
SO!
Today's the day when Aidan arrives.
Supposedly.
Sigh - it seems the little bubba's too content to be inside me, so he's holding out. I'm feeling tired and big, and the pregnancy rhinitis has returned. Hallelujah!...
Well - maybe he'll decide tomorrow's the day! Apparently if you're born on 8th September, which is International Literacy Day, you get a book for your next 5 birthdays. (I tried googling it, I'm not sure if it's true...)
Ah wells, in the meantime, it's been fun with mum around - lotsa great food! :-)
Today's the day when Aidan arrives.
Supposedly.
Sigh - it seems the little bubba's too content to be inside me, so he's holding out. I'm feeling tired and big, and the pregnancy rhinitis has returned. Hallelujah!...
Well - maybe he'll decide tomorrow's the day! Apparently if you're born on 8th September, which is International Literacy Day, you get a book for your next 5 birthdays. (I tried googling it, I'm not sure if it's true...)
Ah wells, in the meantime, it's been fun with mum around - lotsa great food! :-)
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Paintings
Canvases we painted last week. My fav's the one on the extreme left, all vibrant colours - unfortunately it was C that painted it, so I can't claim credit ;-) I did the other 2.
These are the 2 mini-canvases I painted on Monday.
These are the 2 mini-canvases I painted on Monday.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
T-minus 3 days
Hmm!
EG once mentioned I'm like a ticking time-bomb - I'm literally waiting to explode. Sorta.
It's 39 1/2 weeks, Friday marks D-day. I've actually taken new pics of how Heffalump-ish (husband's words, not mine) I look now, and the last month of binge-eating Nutella bread and potatoes (fries, chips, roasted) has sadly left me with a bloated mien. And a double-chin.
But all is well and good. Mum's arriving on Thursday early-morning (4! am!) which heralds the arrival of much nuttiness (she's me on ditzy steroids!) and good food. Finally! Someone in the house who can cook properly!
Gearing up to this Friday, I've found myself painting a little - completed 3 canvases with C last week, and 2 mini ones yesterday after much distress. It seems that inspiration seldom strikes when you most want it to. But I still managed to churn out 2 impressions of flowers - an ageing tulip, and a plastic calla lily.
Okies! Pictures will be up soon I promise. Once I can transfer it from my camera to the comp - my card-reader's busted and won't recognise any of the files. SIGH! In the meantime, grateful thanks to the Chews for their seasons of West Wing, so I feel my brain has some sort of stimulation. And my Sis for her choice weblinks...
EG once mentioned I'm like a ticking time-bomb - I'm literally waiting to explode. Sorta.
It's 39 1/2 weeks, Friday marks D-day. I've actually taken new pics of how Heffalump-ish (husband's words, not mine) I look now, and the last month of binge-eating Nutella bread and potatoes (fries, chips, roasted) has sadly left me with a bloated mien. And a double-chin.
But all is well and good. Mum's arriving on Thursday early-morning (4! am!) which heralds the arrival of much nuttiness (she's me on ditzy steroids!) and good food. Finally! Someone in the house who can cook properly!
Gearing up to this Friday, I've found myself painting a little - completed 3 canvases with C last week, and 2 mini ones yesterday after much distress. It seems that inspiration seldom strikes when you most want it to. But I still managed to churn out 2 impressions of flowers - an ageing tulip, and a plastic calla lily.
Okies! Pictures will be up soon I promise. Once I can transfer it from my camera to the comp - my card-reader's busted and won't recognise any of the files. SIGH! In the meantime, grateful thanks to the Chews for their seasons of West Wing, so I feel my brain has some sort of stimulation. And my Sis for her choice weblinks...
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Ooh forgot to mention...
I bought these last Friday, and got them delivered on Monday.
Aren't they adorable?
Another manic Thursday...not...
It's almost 39 weeks, and I'm beginning to feel my mind's atrophying from the lack of stimulation at home.
There's only so much email you can check, and only so much you can google before you get bored (last google item: "Fiat Pinto", to prove that it exists, since only the Fiat Punto is available here, which is what my neighbour drives). Have also just processed another shipment of Threadless tees, watched Van Wilder: Party Liaison over lunch, and read the first couple of chapters of Mao's Last Dancer. Other than the latter, the other activities are eliciting gag reflexes in my head right now. GAGH....
On the upside, C is popping by in a short while and we're gonna paint some canvases for the nursery!
I need some proper antidote to all the crap that's been filling my mind today. At least yesterday I had a decent lunch with Aunty K (in the outside world!), and spent the arvo at Borders.
There's only so much email you can check, and only so much you can google before you get bored (last google item: "Fiat Pinto", to prove that it exists, since only the Fiat Punto is available here, which is what my neighbour drives). Have also just processed another shipment of Threadless tees, watched Van Wilder: Party Liaison over lunch, and read the first couple of chapters of Mao's Last Dancer. Other than the latter, the other activities are eliciting gag reflexes in my head right now. GAGH....
On the upside, C is popping by in a short while and we're gonna paint some canvases for the nursery!
I need some proper antidote to all the crap that's been filling my mind today. At least yesterday I had a decent lunch with Aunty K (in the outside world!), and spent the arvo at Borders.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Letter to Aidan
It's 1 in the morning, and I'm having trouble sleeping. No - it's not your fault (tho' you are shifting around quite a bit inside me, and forcing multiple trips to the loo), but I took a nap in the arvo, and am feeling rather awake after a day spent puttering around the house awaiting your arrival.
It was the 4th day of maternity leave, and now the beginning of the 5th. Today will be exciting - officially 38 weeks, and going in for our next checkup. Perhaps the midwife will tell me your head's engaged (which could explain the pressure on the pelvic/pubic bone), and you'll be arriving anytime soon. I hope my blood test results show that my iron levels have passed muster, so I can eliminate another pill from my daily routine.
Mostly, I've been rather excited anticipating your arrival. What you'll look like. How to nurse you. How to bathe you. And spending money on what you'll wear! The sheets are washed and waiting to be ironed, some of your tiny baby clothes are already pressed and packed in the drawer, the next batch awaiting the same attention. I just purchased a 3-pc ensemble on sale at Baby's Got Style (green! cute! aliens!), and it should be arriving on Monday. Gagh...
You're really going to throw my life into a tizzy! I can't wait - well, half anxiously half excitedly though. I'm not thoroughly sure I'll know what to do when you're here. What if you just plain like screaming your head off? What if you don't like to scream at all? Will I get tired being around you? Will I ever get back into shape? Will I throttle your grandma with my bare hands when she stays with us for your first month and interferes annoyingly? (And if so, should I bury her in the backyard or out front?) Questions, questions, QUESTIONS!
I pray that as you grow, you'll learn the best from me and your dad (and leave the worst behind). I hope we know to steward you well - to teach you what we know (to the best of our knowledge!) To teach you to love and fear your Creator, who's knitted you together in my womb, who's formed your innermost being. That you'll learn to treat others with respect and decency, and exude the confidence from knowing you, yourself, are respected and decent. May you be bold, adventurous, curious, and kind. May you be warm and patient with those who can't be, may you extend love to those who are often un-lovely. And may you, eventually, become a Man, who will teach his own son these things.
Soh let it be.
It was the 4th day of maternity leave, and now the beginning of the 5th. Today will be exciting - officially 38 weeks, and going in for our next checkup. Perhaps the midwife will tell me your head's engaged (which could explain the pressure on the pelvic/pubic bone), and you'll be arriving anytime soon. I hope my blood test results show that my iron levels have passed muster, so I can eliminate another pill from my daily routine.
Mostly, I've been rather excited anticipating your arrival. What you'll look like. How to nurse you. How to bathe you. And spending money on what you'll wear! The sheets are washed and waiting to be ironed, some of your tiny baby clothes are already pressed and packed in the drawer, the next batch awaiting the same attention. I just purchased a 3-pc ensemble on sale at Baby's Got Style (green! cute! aliens!), and it should be arriving on Monday. Gagh...
You're really going to throw my life into a tizzy! I can't wait - well, half anxiously half excitedly though. I'm not thoroughly sure I'll know what to do when you're here. What if you just plain like screaming your head off? What if you don't like to scream at all? Will I get tired being around you? Will I ever get back into shape? Will I throttle your grandma with my bare hands when she stays with us for your first month and interferes annoyingly? (And if so, should I bury her in the backyard or out front?) Questions, questions, QUESTIONS!
I pray that as you grow, you'll learn the best from me and your dad (and leave the worst behind). I hope we know to steward you well - to teach you what we know (to the best of our knowledge!) To teach you to love and fear your Creator, who's knitted you together in my womb, who's formed your innermost being. That you'll learn to treat others with respect and decency, and exude the confidence from knowing you, yourself, are respected and decent. May you be bold, adventurous, curious, and kind. May you be warm and patient with those who can't be, may you extend love to those who are often un-lovely. And may you, eventually, become a Man, who will teach his own son these things.
Soh let it be.
Monday, August 20, 2007
At the cusp
All right...37 weeks and counting, and today's the first day of maternity leave. Woohoo!
I have grand plans for today: pack my hospital bag, the nursery, maybe do a little baby reading, my SOAP devotions, and prepare for the core team meeting later, when the girls come over for dinner to talk about Thursday's house church gathering.
So far, and I've been awake for 4 hours, I've accomplished....NONE of the above. Except maybe decide what to cook tonight.
Yes! I woke up at 8.30am, had brekkie, watched Sunrise and the Morning Show on Channel 7 (which introduced the Raising Children website & DVD, a comprehensive initiative from the Australian govt.), felt a bit sleepy from my full breakfast, headed upstairs and curled up in bed again from 11am-noon. Hey - I'm finally on leave, I get to sleep in if I wanna ok?! ;-)
But I'd better get up and about. No sense in wasting the sunny day!
Hehe.
I have grand plans for today: pack my hospital bag, the nursery, maybe do a little baby reading, my SOAP devotions, and prepare for the core team meeting later, when the girls come over for dinner to talk about Thursday's house church gathering.
So far, and I've been awake for 4 hours, I've accomplished....NONE of the above. Except maybe decide what to cook tonight.
Yes! I woke up at 8.30am, had brekkie, watched Sunrise and the Morning Show on Channel 7 (which introduced the Raising Children website & DVD, a comprehensive initiative from the Australian govt.), felt a bit sleepy from my full breakfast, headed upstairs and curled up in bed again from 11am-noon. Hey - I'm finally on leave, I get to sleep in if I wanna ok?! ;-)
But I'd better get up and about. No sense in wasting the sunny day!
Hehe.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Growing Baby Strong
Just some thoughts about growing strong and spiritual disciplines in this year ahead, especially with Baby on Board. I guess after a year of Living Free in FHL, it's time for us children to start maturing. Me and EG are gonna be parents in about 4 weeks after all!
Anyhoo! Just some trigger thots. Having yet another insomnious night last night, I headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat and turned on the telly. Erwin McManus was on Life Today with James Robison, and it was pretty interesting - he spoke about the broken-ness in our world, and our responses. (Erwin, if you recall, heads up Mosaic church in L.A., and visited with Expedition sometime in 2005.)
One thing he said that struck me was the word Gratefulness - he said how no matter how much you keep doing things for people, how you keep loving and supporting them, they will never appreciate it, or benefit and receive from it, until their hearts are Grateful. They will only keep expecting more and more.
It got me thinking, especially with the advent of the baby - loving presents itself in 2 ways - unconditional love (I suppose, feminised, a "mother's love"), and the discipline/tough love ("a father's love").
How many of us receive with such certainty, Love, and yet are so un-Grateful for it? Regardless of the toil and heartache and prayers we hold for someone we care about as a brother or sister-in-Christ, it will never reach an un-Grateful heart. And an un-Grateful heart will never be able to receive sound discipline - love that shapes and grows us and forces us to mature - because it is selfish and immature.
Do we want to Grow Strong? Maybe we should all aim towards a Grateful heart - position ourselves in spaces where a Grateful heart may develop and grow. And that in itself, positioning oneself for growth, is already a sign of maturity.
Anyhoo! Just some trigger thots. Having yet another insomnious night last night, I headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat and turned on the telly. Erwin McManus was on Life Today with James Robison, and it was pretty interesting - he spoke about the broken-ness in our world, and our responses. (Erwin, if you recall, heads up Mosaic church in L.A., and visited with Expedition sometime in 2005.)
One thing he said that struck me was the word Gratefulness - he said how no matter how much you keep doing things for people, how you keep loving and supporting them, they will never appreciate it, or benefit and receive from it, until their hearts are Grateful. They will only keep expecting more and more.
It got me thinking, especially with the advent of the baby - loving presents itself in 2 ways - unconditional love (I suppose, feminised, a "mother's love"), and the discipline/tough love ("a father's love").
How many of us receive with such certainty, Love, and yet are so un-Grateful for it? Regardless of the toil and heartache and prayers we hold for someone we care about as a brother or sister-in-Christ, it will never reach an un-Grateful heart. And an un-Grateful heart will never be able to receive sound discipline - love that shapes and grows us and forces us to mature - because it is selfish and immature.
Do we want to Grow Strong? Maybe we should all aim towards a Grateful heart - position ourselves in spaces where a Grateful heart may develop and grow. And that in itself, positioning oneself for growth, is already a sign of maturity.
Monday, July 23, 2007
We'll be going for our first hospital baby class later and from what I hear, it's pretty gory. I think that the hospital is obliged to tell you all that can go wrong during the childbrith and it has apparently freaked some of our friends out. Will definitely give the review of the class when we get home later.
Thanks to Euge and May, we've been priviledged to be part of this baby course by Gary Azzo that the Quahs are running. Very useful and practical stuff, definitely helps in getting us prepare for the journey ahead. Stuff like feeding routines, Godly principles, sleeping routines, etc.
Saz and I still sometimes catch ourselves in awe of this whole process of becoming parents. Soon enough he'll be able to walk then run then date and get married, how freaky is that? But seriously, we can't wait to meet this little guy.
Couple more weeks now...
Thanks to Euge and May, we've been priviledged to be part of this baby course by Gary Azzo that the Quahs are running. Very useful and practical stuff, definitely helps in getting us prepare for the journey ahead. Stuff like feeding routines, Godly principles, sleeping routines, etc.
Saz and I still sometimes catch ourselves in awe of this whole process of becoming parents. Soon enough he'll be able to walk then run then date and get married, how freaky is that? But seriously, we can't wait to meet this little guy.
Couple more weeks now...
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Doodeedoodeedooo...
I've been hounding EG to blog, but guess faithful readers, it's still me again!
It's been a pretty wild week - lots been stirring and happening. And more sleepness nights - either 'coz the baby's kicking, or I'm just, Awake! Or a little hungry... heh.
It's crazy to think that the baby's due in just 7 weeks time. Or as soon as 4 weeks, since they can arrive between Week 37 & 42 of the pregnancy. I hope he comes on time though - even though I can't wait to meet him already! Very excited, but also pretty anxious.
Last night, been thinking about our future, with baby, as a new family (not that we aren't a family already!), and the ramifications. Like finances, routines... our lives will change irrevocably. Each day is a new step of Faith for us.
Having our office team prayer time, and memorising Ps. 121 y'day was pretty revealing. The Psalmist wrote it on his pilgramage in the wilderness (from what I recall), so it's pretty ironic to believe that "The Lord will keep you from harm" even when he's going through deep suffering. Just as J did bearing the Cross alone (where angels are standing by but can't intervene in a journey that can only be forged by one man laying down his life) for us, a journey into wilderness is a revelation of where our own faith and spirituality, and Christianity lies. Do we possess the courage, as Frodo did, to advance towards Mordor, and relinquish the pressure to lay our lives for others? As we give and others receive, as we mature as Christians, persevere, producing character and releasing Hope, we realise the journey is often borne alone. Though others can cheer us from afar, only God can be our strength, our keeper from harm (though not necessarily suffering), whom we can blame because the land is cursed and wild and arid, and there is no one around - even Samwise Gamgee has to stay behind, before the final leg. But there is Hope. There is always glorious Hope.
And so I learn, we learn, to lay our lives down for our brothers and sisters in our Father's creation. Everything is connected, and the God who neither sleeps nor slumbers, is always intervening. And each step we take, represents a Faith that believes.
It's been a pretty wild week - lots been stirring and happening. And more sleepness nights - either 'coz the baby's kicking, or I'm just, Awake! Or a little hungry... heh.
It's crazy to think that the baby's due in just 7 weeks time. Or as soon as 4 weeks, since they can arrive between Week 37 & 42 of the pregnancy. I hope he comes on time though - even though I can't wait to meet him already! Very excited, but also pretty anxious.
Last night, been thinking about our future, with baby, as a new family (not that we aren't a family already!), and the ramifications. Like finances, routines... our lives will change irrevocably. Each day is a new step of Faith for us.
Having our office team prayer time, and memorising Ps. 121 y'day was pretty revealing. The Psalmist wrote it on his pilgramage in the wilderness (from what I recall), so it's pretty ironic to believe that "The Lord will keep you from harm" even when he's going through deep suffering. Just as J did bearing the Cross alone (where angels are standing by but can't intervene in a journey that can only be forged by one man laying down his life) for us, a journey into wilderness is a revelation of where our own faith and spirituality, and Christianity lies. Do we possess the courage, as Frodo did, to advance towards Mordor, and relinquish the pressure to lay our lives for others? As we give and others receive, as we mature as Christians, persevere, producing character and releasing Hope, we realise the journey is often borne alone. Though others can cheer us from afar, only God can be our strength, our keeper from harm (though not necessarily suffering), whom we can blame because the land is cursed and wild and arid, and there is no one around - even Samwise Gamgee has to stay behind, before the final leg. But there is Hope. There is always glorious Hope.
And so I learn, we learn, to lay our lives down for our brothers and sisters in our Father's creation. Everything is connected, and the God who neither sleeps nor slumbers, is always intervening. And each step we take, represents a Faith that believes.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Emotional Crutch
Yesterday could really rival the Baudelaire children in terms of a series of unfortunate events. Even as I write this, I am barely able to type...
It all started the night before with a really vivid dream of E, *gasp* having an affair! We were uni students, queuing in to the exam hall, and he was ahead of the queue, *gasp* holding another girl close as he would me. Naturally I looked confused and puzzled - he glanced up, saw me, looked guilty, and shifted attention back down again to the girl (who was a secondary-school mate of mine), leaving me more confused than ever. The girl - C - looked pretty puzzled as well, even though she didn't look uncomfortable in his arms. At this point, she looked up at him, then at me, then did a surprising thing - she pulled him out of the queue, pulled me out, and told him that he should be with me, that he was doing the wrong thing, and she didn't want to have anything to do with an "affair". All this in front of the entire student assembly!
I was surprised, and couldn't be stuffed with the exam, and decided to request for special consideration. However I was denied by the examining panel, to which a huge protest was mounted by the student body! It was a huge ruckus, lots of shouting and banners, everyone saying I should have the right for special consideration based on emotional trauma, and how they were all witnesses etc. And we WON! And everyone celebrated and partied their victory (instead of sitting for their own exams, which was rather strange, but anyhoo...)
As I packed my stuff and headed away from the darkened hall (it was night-time already), I saw EG in a distance walking away with his books. And I turned and saw C, and I gave her a fierce hug and whispered, "Thank you. You did an honourable thing today, and I really appreciate it." I had tears in my eyes... and then the dream melded into another one...
WELL! Couldn't sleep for the rest of the night could I?!! Grrr.... that plus heaviness of Baby. They do say you get weird dreams when you're preggers...
After waking up the next morning in absolute fatigue, I started making my way towards the train station using my new crutch. YES PEOPLE! The physio recommended I use a crutch to ease the pressure off my SIJ. So Day 2 of getting used to a crutch that felt uncomfortable since (a) I seem to lean all weight on my left side, esp. my crutch hand in order to balance myself, and (b) it slowed me down considerably, and then I see my train zooming past me (half thought of throwing the crutch aside and making a break for it). Sigh. So I decide to get a hot chocolate, then realise I don't have cash, and the next 3 cafes don't take EFTPOS, or need a minimum of $10. So I trudge towards the ATM, and it starts to rain on me!!
I took it all in with a sigh of resignation, and determined that it wouldn't ruin my day. And it didn't - the rest of the day passed without event, and I actually felt invigorated after spending a 2-hr session with Prof. De Raadt and learning from him. And looking forward to dinner with the Yarravillers and E.
Which leads me to why I type with less dexterity today. As we got into the car, eased into my seat the way I now have to - which is to hang onto the car roof, ease into the seat, then swing both my legs in - which helps with the SIJ pain. Except this time, the pain felt more intense, and waitaminit! It ain't coming from my hips, but this searing bone-crushing pressure was coming from my left hand. Yup, you got it folks - as E got into her seat behind me, she closed the car door on my left index finger and thumb. YIKES. Looks like I won't be needing the left-hand crutch for awhile!
Thankfully, it could've been much worse. No broken bones, just a bad bruise. What a great way to end the day!!
It all started the night before with a really vivid dream of E, *gasp* having an affair! We were uni students, queuing in to the exam hall, and he was ahead of the queue, *gasp* holding another girl close as he would me. Naturally I looked confused and puzzled - he glanced up, saw me, looked guilty, and shifted attention back down again to the girl (who was a secondary-school mate of mine), leaving me more confused than ever. The girl - C - looked pretty puzzled as well, even though she didn't look uncomfortable in his arms. At this point, she looked up at him, then at me, then did a surprising thing - she pulled him out of the queue, pulled me out, and told him that he should be with me, that he was doing the wrong thing, and she didn't want to have anything to do with an "affair". All this in front of the entire student assembly!
I was surprised, and couldn't be stuffed with the exam, and decided to request for special consideration. However I was denied by the examining panel, to which a huge protest was mounted by the student body! It was a huge ruckus, lots of shouting and banners, everyone saying I should have the right for special consideration based on emotional trauma, and how they were all witnesses etc. And we WON! And everyone celebrated and partied their victory (instead of sitting for their own exams, which was rather strange, but anyhoo...)
As I packed my stuff and headed away from the darkened hall (it was night-time already), I saw EG in a distance walking away with his books. And I turned and saw C, and I gave her a fierce hug and whispered, "Thank you. You did an honourable thing today, and I really appreciate it." I had tears in my eyes... and then the dream melded into another one...
WELL! Couldn't sleep for the rest of the night could I?!! Grrr.... that plus heaviness of Baby. They do say you get weird dreams when you're preggers...
After waking up the next morning in absolute fatigue, I started making my way towards the train station using my new crutch. YES PEOPLE! The physio recommended I use a crutch to ease the pressure off my SIJ. So Day 2 of getting used to a crutch that felt uncomfortable since (a) I seem to lean all weight on my left side, esp. my crutch hand in order to balance myself, and (b) it slowed me down considerably, and then I see my train zooming past me (half thought of throwing the crutch aside and making a break for it). Sigh. So I decide to get a hot chocolate, then realise I don't have cash, and the next 3 cafes don't take EFTPOS, or need a minimum of $10. So I trudge towards the ATM, and it starts to rain on me!!
I took it all in with a sigh of resignation, and determined that it wouldn't ruin my day. And it didn't - the rest of the day passed without event, and I actually felt invigorated after spending a 2-hr session with Prof. De Raadt and learning from him. And looking forward to dinner with the Yarravillers and E.
Which leads me to why I type with less dexterity today. As we got into the car, eased into my seat the way I now have to - which is to hang onto the car roof, ease into the seat, then swing both my legs in - which helps with the SIJ pain. Except this time, the pain felt more intense, and waitaminit! It ain't coming from my hips, but this searing bone-crushing pressure was coming from my left hand. Yup, you got it folks - as E got into her seat behind me, she closed the car door on my left index finger and thumb. YIKES. Looks like I won't be needing the left-hand crutch for awhile!
Thankfully, it could've been much worse. No broken bones, just a bad bruise. What a great way to end the day!!
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Of aches and pains...
Well! it's been awhile I've blogged I must admit! (sorry Soph!!)
What's new? Well the Perth trip was awesome, being able to connect with family, and having my Uncle Y. all protective about me. Heehee... and getting all these baby stuff!
Since then I've grown bigger (lots of people have said that I'm HUGE! - you can judge for yourself), and the joints and aches are returning :-( So having seen my physio last Thurs she suggested ice-ing the area, and hiring a crutch to relieve pressure off my right SIJ, while also doing exercises and stuff the strengthen the muscles around it. Plus tonight, I've finally decided to put those bathers I bought months ago to good use, and go swimming!
The previous night was pretty torturous though, I shouldn't have eaten before bed, 'coz I spent the whole night tossing and turning and downright feeling uncomfortable. The discomfort followed right through to the next day (yesterday), so it was just as well that it was my day off. Which I spent miserably on the couch trying to get my mind off it.
But last night we also started our first Parenting class ("Along the Infant Way", formerly Growing Kids God's Way - the same company also did the Baby Wise series) with Euge and May who were facilitating. Yuli & Chris were there, as well as Ed (Lynn was home with baby Ben), and newcomers Anita & Bobby. We're all due within the first half of September, so that's pretty exciting!! And the course has been great so far - Lesson 1: The Husband-Wife relationship should dominate (providing security for the child), and we shouldn't get trapped in child-centred parenting. And there's homework - which I'm looking forward to doing with EG.
Anyhoo, here're some pics from me last week! (Excuse the daggy-ness, it was taken before bed-time). And for some reason the photo isn't rotated when I post on Blogger...
What's new? Well the Perth trip was awesome, being able to connect with family, and having my Uncle Y. all protective about me. Heehee... and getting all these baby stuff!
Since then I've grown bigger (lots of people have said that I'm HUGE! - you can judge for yourself), and the joints and aches are returning :-( So having seen my physio last Thurs she suggested ice-ing the area, and hiring a crutch to relieve pressure off my right SIJ, while also doing exercises and stuff the strengthen the muscles around it. Plus tonight, I've finally decided to put those bathers I bought months ago to good use, and go swimming!
The previous night was pretty torturous though, I shouldn't have eaten before bed, 'coz I spent the whole night tossing and turning and downright feeling uncomfortable. The discomfort followed right through to the next day (yesterday), so it was just as well that it was my day off. Which I spent miserably on the couch trying to get my mind off it.
But last night we also started our first Parenting class ("Along the Infant Way", formerly Growing Kids God's Way - the same company also did the Baby Wise series) with Euge and May who were facilitating. Yuli & Chris were there, as well as Ed (Lynn was home with baby Ben), and newcomers Anita & Bobby. We're all due within the first half of September, so that's pretty exciting!! And the course has been great so far - Lesson 1: The Husband-Wife relationship should dominate (providing security for the child), and we shouldn't get trapped in child-centred parenting. And there's homework - which I'm looking forward to doing with EG.
Anyhoo, here're some pics from me last week! (Excuse the daggy-ness, it was taken before bed-time). And for some reason the photo isn't rotated when I post on Blogger...
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