February 7th, 2010 | Posted by acidicice

Sjoe. Where to begin?


My maternity shoot took place on Monday as planned. We spent the afternoon/early evening on the beach in Blouberg taking photos. Being a model? Not so glamorous…especially if you feel like a beached whale (the beach theme was very fitting and all ) @queenofcomplex was fantastic. You can tell she works with people who don’t like getting their picture taken. Heh. She made me feel comfortable and let me voice my concerns about how certain parts of me would look and gave me tips on how to make them look better. @cazpi got some ADORABLE photos…you can see her sneak preview here. Rudi was able to attend the shoot as we had it after working hours which was really nice! He was running around on the beach while we were taking photos…throwing stones around and stuff. I thought he was being rather juvenile…until he came up to me and presented me with a heart shaped rock…which he had been searching for the entire time *heart melts* Don’t think I didn’t feel bad for thinking the worst!


Right at the end of the shoot we decided to take some pics of my belly uncovered, but we were next to quite a busy little street and it seemed like all the joggers had come out for the day. @andrevr and Rudi had to stand holding up a sheet so that I couldn’t be seen from the street. At some point a car slowed down and stopped to try and see what was going on behind the sheet! They must have thought it was some kind of porn shoot! @andrevr kept pretty much to himself and stayed in the background most of the time. It was very difficult being photographed by 3 people. Looking at 3 different cameras is hard! @queenofcomplex dominated the shoot (it was her shoot to begin with) and she showed me some of the photos she got along the way. I’ve got a feeling we got some AWESOME photos and I can’t WAIT to see them!


After the shoot we joined our Twitter friends for a tweetup in honour of Her Royal Highness (@queenofcomplex) being in Cape Town. We were almost an hour late because Capetonians don’t need Tom Toms and everyone was already there when we arrived. We enjoyed a lovely dinner and some #pinkdrinks with the crowd and got away there around 23:00. By the end of dinner I was feeling decidedly uncomfortable. My back was sore and I couldn’t find a comfortable position to sit in. I put it down to the hard chairs at the restaurant and didn’t think too much of it.


Rudi and I came home and went straight to bed. I kept waking up with what felt like bad cramps. They started in my back and moved forward into my stomach. This continued all through the night, but not very often. Rudi went off to work, but I couldn’t get back to sleep. The pains just continued to come. I assumed I had overdone it the previous day with the photo shoot and dinner, causing some Braxton Hicks contractions. Persistent ones at that! I chatted to MeeA and Pinkhairgirl about what was happening and they kept checking on me to see how I was doing. I started timing the pains which I had now started referring to as contractions and they were between 11 and 7 minutes apart. At about 12:15 I had a show and called Rudi home. I called my gynae’s office and they recommended I come in to the labour ward to be checked. I told them I’d time my contractions for another 30 minutes or so and then decide. They were now around 5 minutes apart. I was dying to say something on Twitter or Facebook, but I had dreamt that night that I went into hospital and was really embarrassed that they sent me back home, so I put it on ice. After another 30 minutes the contractions were consistently arriving 5 minutes apart and we decided to go to hospital. I notified them I was on my way.


We arrived at the hospital with the hospital bag and everything in tow. They put me on the monitors to check baby’s heartbeat and try to monitor the contractions. My gynae arrived shortly after and said I was definitely in labour. I was still in denial! Oh my! This was happening and I had no way of stopping it! I alerted Twitter and Facebook to Babyice’s imminent arrival.


The gynae offered me an epidural and I gladly accepted. I was 2cm dilated at the time. I had the poor man in a tizz. He had failed to administer an epidural on me before and was well aware of the fact that I was sceptical about it working. The administration of the epidural hurt a lot more than I remember it doing the last time. I flinched while he was doing it as well…BUT he got it to work! I felt absolutely no pain. I could see the contractions on the monitor, but felt nothing. It was awesome! So the wait began…


We were waiting around, they came to check me again around 5PM and I had dilated about 5cm. They added some drugs to increase the frequency of the contractions and to help baby move down into my pelvis. We watched some TV, chatted a bit and around 6PM I told Rudi to go and get himself something to eat as it didn’t look like anything was going to happen really soon. Rudi left and at around 6:40 the gynae came back to check my progress. He said I better call my husband, I was 9cms dilated and the baby would be there by 7:30 latest. He told me they were switching the epidural off.


I was like, WHAT? No! Why do you have to do that?! I was terrified. Petrified. I had seen the contractions I was having on the monitor before the epidural was administered and I could see the ones I was having now were much more frequent and intense. They had just become practically unbearable before the epidural kicked in and I could not imagine what they would be like now. I phoned Rudi and told him to hurry. He probably took around 15 minutes to get back…I was in flat panic. The nurse was readying the room and suddenly it felt like I had NO TIME AT ALL and that Rudi would not make it in time. He finally arrived and I started crying. I told him I was scared and he assured me everything would be fine. I didn’t believe him.


Soon the gynae was back…when he took his watch off I knew I was in trouble! Rudi had the camera ready and it was time. I was completely unable to use my left hand as they had inserted a drip into my left wrist. The gynae asked Rudi to stand on that side to hold my leg. Suddenly I was given the instruction to push! Rudi was very encouraging and supportive…helping me along. Big love to him. A few big pushes and I heard Babyice cry for the first time.


I had done it! At 19:34 Babyice was born! He weighed 3.555kg and was 51cms tall.


While all this was going on there was a frenzy happening on Twitter. I had asked shortly after announcing I was in labour if my friends could get #Babyice to become a trending topic on Twitter…and did they ever! #Babyice became the hottest topic on Twitter, even beating out our country’s president Jacob Zuma who was recently involved in a paternity scandal of sorts. *Our* baby kicked the PRESIDENT off his spot! He hadn’t even entered the world and he enjoyed 15 minutes of fame! Thank you to all my Twitter friends for your support and encouragement!


He is too gorgeous for words. This is the first picture ever taken of him:

I posted the picture to Twitter. This picture got over 833 views!


So I came away from this experience a new mother, with a few bumps and bruises and only 3 stitches. I am so proud of myself and our new baby!


*BEAMS*

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January 29th, 2010 | Posted by acidicice

My first week at home has been lovely. It has been very relaxing and it seems Babyice is also relaxing and won’t be coming too early. I’m already over 38 weeks and no indication that he feels like making an entrance just yet.


He needs to stay in there till at least Monday. On Monday I’ll be having my maternity shoot. @queenofcomplex, @cazpi and @andrevr will be trying to make my bump and I look pretty. I’m really lucky to have such a talented bunch of people take interest in me and helping me to commemorate this time in my life. Thanks guys! I can’t wait to see the results! I will definitely post some pics here and on Facebook. I’m not quite sure how I’m going to feel with 3 beeeg lenses pointed at me on Monday! I have serious confidence issues and even though I love attention – I need to draw it onto myself instead of people lavishing it on me…if that makes sense? Also…they will be focusing on my tummy and I have some new stretchmarks (lovely purple ones) and pregnancy makes you hairy man! I don’t want to shave the hair off because it will most likely just grow back thicker and look much worse! Queenofcomplex swears she is a photoshop wizz…so I’m hoping she manages to make things look okay! We’ll also be doing a tweetup  on Monday evening since @queenofcomplex is from Johannesburg and she’d like to meet all the Cape Town people she chats to every day


On Wednesday I went into the office where they had planned a surprise baby shower for me. It was really sweet and they had fruit salad and ice cream to eat! Nom! Now I will only return there to show my colleagues Babyice.


My Evil Mother is back on the scene. She started calling my grandparents again. My grandfather spoke to her about staying away from the hospital when I give birth.  She agreed to do so and I hope she does. She was telling them how she has started a new job and just calling them to chat. I was waiting for the bombshell to drop and it didn’t even take a week. Last night my grandmother called me. She was really upset. Apparently Coke Head had called her saying she must ‘Come fetch her fucking daughter. She is working on his nerves’, etc. The fucking bastard. He would not dare speak to me or my grandfather like that. He wouldn’t dare. Coward! My grandmother was in tears asking me what she must do. Well, there isn’t really anything she can do. It just seems so convenient that she was calling talking about her new job, etc. and now she suddenly needs a place to stay again because her abusive husband is kicking her out. The husband that she went crawling back to after my grandparents found her a safe house. Sounds a bit well thought out if you ask me. Apparently she told my grandmother she had to leave the safe house because my grandmother and I told the lady in charge there she couldn’t be trusted with money. *ahem*. I never told her anything of the sort. I saw her once and didn’t want to talk to her at all.  I did make it clear to her that I didn’t want anything to do with my mother, but we didn’t discuss my reasons or any of the history. My grandmother was also very careful about what she told the lady of the safe house as she did not want to ruin My Evil Mother’s chances of making a fresh start. It is SO typical of her. Blaming everyone else for her mistakes. So predictable. All the more reason for me to stand firm against her. No sign of any change in her.


I can’t believe Babyice is almost here. Before you know it…he is here and I am learning faster than I have in my life before. It’s all so exciting and scary!

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January 26th, 2010 | Posted by acidicice

Rudi and I wanted to see Avatar in 3D over the weekend and on a whim decided to book tickets on Saturday. Do you think we could find two seats together in any one show? Practically fully booked the entire weekend! Avatar has been playing for a while now. That is quite impressive! So we decided to book for the 17:15 show yesterday. Angel has often mentioned Ster-Kinekor’s love nest seats, but I couldn’t find any open love nest seats on the aisle. I have to sit on the aisle, especially since it is a 3 hour movie and you know I am going to have to pee.


I booked two seats and as I was about to make the payment my Internet Explorer blocked the pop-up. I was irritated beyond belief. When going back in after allowing pop-ups for the site I had to book the row in front of the row I had chosen since the two I had just selected were still temporarily reserved for my purchase.


I forgot that you have to climb stairs to get anywhere in the movies at Tygervalley. Even the loo is down a flight of stairs. Forking lovely. When we got into the cinema I checked the seat layout at the back and determined our seats were on the left of the aisle. We settled in. The seats at Tygervalley are definitely more comfortable than those at Cape Gate! A little while before the movie started some guys showed up and said we were in their seats. Looking back at the seat numbers we were, in fact, in the wrong seats! Our seat was on the right hand side of the aisle! Best part? Our seat was a love nest seat! So by many frustrating (and embarrassing) co-incidences, we managed to get a love nest seat on the aisle. I am pretty sure that the seat was not a love nest seat when I made the booking…and it seems the seat layout at the back must have been upside down. So we win because of Ster-Kinekor’s fail. Nice. I was super chuffed! It really is like sitting on a small couch while watching the movie. I will definitely opt for the love nest seats again! I might even rather go to Tygervalley to watch a movie in general since their seats are so much more comfortable.


Anyway…the 3D effects in the movie were by far the best I have seen so far. I have gone to see Coraline and Ice Age 3 in 3D already and was actually not that impressed. Avatar, however, was really awesome. The 3D effect was carried through the entire movie and even though there wasn’t always something coming towards your face, I really enjoyed the feel of the effects (which is more than I can say for the other two). The story line was also very cool. In general it was a very good movie. Even Rudi gave it 8 out of 10


The only crap thing about the movie was, well, me. About halfway through the movie I started feeling nauseous and getting hot flushes. I also started getting some cramping feelings in my lower belly. They hurt! I almost thought that Babyice was on his way! I got up to go to the loo and ended up missing around 10 minutes of the movie. I’ve been pregnant every time I’ve been to see a 3D movie and this has never happened to me. I must assume that the superior 3D quality of this particular movie must have caused me to feel this way. I’ve heard of people getting nauseous, etc. I always thought they were a bunch of sissies. Who doesn’t have the stomach to handle some 3D? Life is in 3D, after all. Apparently I don’t. Wah.


I would recommend for anyone to go and see this movie. It really is beautiful and a stunning story. I also could not imagine having seen it in 2D. The 3D rocks the party that rocks the party (and my stomach). Totally worth the price you pay for it!

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January 25th, 2010 | Posted by acidicice

So here I am at home. I don’t feel like I won’t be going to work for the next six months. It feels like I have a day off. It must be very hard for Rudi to get out of bed and go to work while I get to lie in. I know it is for me when he is off and I have to go to work. It is going to be lonely for the first while…until Babyice gets here anyway. At least I have the couch all to myself during the day


On Saturday our water was off. Almost the entire day nothing happened when we opened the taps. At some point we got some brown, dirty water coming out…but we were relieved we could flush the toilet. Icky. I know.


On Sunday morning I woke up at 6:30 so I could shower and wash my hair before church. The water was back on, but no hot water. Eventually we discovered that the geyser switch keeps tripping at the main board. We assume the element of the geyser must have burnt out because it was running dry for so long. I wish we had thought of switching it off, but we really didn’t have any warning of the water being cut off. We’ve never been in a situation where the water was completely off…so we really didn’t know what to do.


We contacted the landlady yesterday and she’ll be sending out a professional to come and assess the situation today. It’s a good thing I’m on maternity leave, otherwise it would have had to wait till after hours or Wednesday when the housekeeper is here. I went to have a shower at my grandparents house yesterday. I’m not taking cold showers!!!


Being the end of January the cupboards and fridge are bare…I suppose I could have sent Rudi shopping this evening, but we decided to go and watch Avatar in 3D instead. I’m dying to see what all the fuss is about! Tomorrow night we have dinner with my grandparents. If they schedule for around 7…we’ll probably be able to fit in a quick shop beforehand. Although…there is no way I’m going shopping right now! I don’t see myself waddling through aisles of stuff comfortably anymore. I’ve registered with Pick ‘n Pay online shopping, but they have to verify my address which can apparently take up to 72 hours. By that time it will be too late…although…I could always use it after Babyice arrives. Might be really handy then!


I still haven’t gotten anywhere with the baby room. I feel so lazy and demotivated. When is that nesting thing going to kick in again?

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January 22nd, 2010 | Posted by acidicice

Laundry #fail:


So we went to pick up the sling yesterday. We still have to figure out exactly how it works, but Pinkhairgirl has volunteered to Skype me to show me or to show me when she comes to Cape Town in the beginning of March  I decided to wash it right away since it needs a couple of washes to soften the fabric as the dye makes the fabric stiff. I threw some of the new unwashed baby items in with the load. One of the items being a white hooded towel. Let us just say it is now a blue hooded towel. Luckily it dyed pretty evenly and it looks fine. I don’t think anyone will even know. Luckily everything else in the load was already blue. I wasn’t kidding when I said we have a lot of blue stuff!


Today is my last day at work. It has not been different from any other day at work. I have still gotten the same amount of work and I am super tired. I’ve been quite irritable today…because I would have really like to relax on my last day…instead of it being a normal, stressful Friday. The team I am in is the most hard working team in our department. This is as a result of a work ethic that we have developed and a team mentality that never lets the work fall to the wayside, no matter what. I could seriously go into labour at work and they would plan getting me to hospital around the work. There is never any mercy. That is why our portfolio performs the best in the entire department and why we very rarely fail. Our scores carry the rest of the department where they fall short. We are awesome…but it means hard work and determination. It means sticking it out and working when you’re meant to. It means not getting cut any slack. It also means I had to work as I usually do, till the bitter end. Even my 12 consecutive days. After this though…I’m free. 6 months of zero obligation to work. What a relief!


Also…my Sing Star has arrived! We’ll be picking it up after work. I can’t wait!!!! Guess what we’ll be doing after work?! Whoopie!!!!

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January 21st, 2010 | Posted by acidicice

We went to see the gynae yesterday after work. He seems to be in good spirits after his holiday, even in the late afternoon. Not that he has ever been grumpy, but he was in a good mood and in the mood for joking around.


Babyice weighs just over 3kg’s now. He estimates he will be around 3.6 – 3.8kg at delivery. I’ve picked up about 17kg which I don’t think is too bad considering I’m due in around 2 – 3 weeks. My placenta is ageing at a predictable pace, so everything still looks just as it should. The gynae is still sceptical about Babyice arriving much sooner than he should. He says he *might* arrive around 5 days early, if I’m lucky. He also says I could go a few days over my due date, but he doesn’t think I will reach week 41.


He had a look at the results from the glucose tolerance test I had done and said he very rarely sees such good results. He said I should be really happy about that as it is a good indicator of whether or not you will develop diabetes later on in life. YAY! I’m totally stoked. Diabetes is not the worst thing that can happen to one, but it would be nice to avoid it.


We discussed birthing options and I told him what I do and don’t want. He has encouraged me to remain open minded, but seems very optimistic and positive that we will be able to get Babyice and myself through it with no complications or problems. We were notified yesterday that there is a R750.00 levy for the birth. I wish they had given me more notice so that I could have made provision for it or paid it to them when I had excess funds, but apparently it has changed for 2010 and they weren’t able to give us prior notice as they had not yet finalised the new amounts. I also found out  that I might not have my gynae with me at delivery should I go into labour on a weekend. I’m not overly happy about that. If I do go into labour on a weekend and it is not his weekend to be on standby, another gynae will deliver Babyice. I don’t want another gynae! I want MY doctor! I suppose these things can’t be helped though and I do have a 5 in 7 chance of going into labour during the week. Doctors need off days too.


I didn’t manage to pick up the sling we ordered yesterday as we were running around between the gynae appointment, going home to shower and getting to the in laws house to watch Cybersass on Celebrity Survivor SA. I really want my own DSTV. Although I got to watch the entire episode of Survivor, I only *heard* about 1/4 of it. Nobody else was watching so they were all shouting at talking loudly to each other (as they tend to do). It’s not my house and I don’t feel comfortable asking everyone to STFU while I’m watching their TV. I rather enjoyed what I did hear/see. I really hope I get some kind of access to DSTV soon. It costs quite a bit though. I cannot wrap my head around spending around R500.00 a month for TV I won’t be getting much time to watch. I have, however, been craving some DSTV for when I’m on maternity leave. I will be spending almost all my time at home and there is absolutely jack shit to watch on public access 98% of the time. I don’t want one of those “special packages” for R199.00 because they have one or two good channels and a load of crap. It’s all or nothing! It also costs quite a bit to set up as you need to buy the decoder/dish and have it installed and all that jazz. Meh. Otherwise I’ll probably go to my in laws every Wednesday to watch Survivor.


So we’ll be fetching the sling after work today. I have received notification from Kalahari.net that my Sing Star will be wherever they are leaving it tomorrow! YAY! We might just be jamming to ABBA and Queen over the weekend! I also plan to make my belly cast that I received from my Belgian friend this weekend….


…and on Monday…I won’t have to go to work!!!! WOOT!

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January 19th, 2010 | Posted by acidicice

Despite my complaints I think I am better off than a lot of people that are over 8 months pregnant. I don’t look like a blow fish (not much more than I did before I was pregnant anyway ) and I’m more or less okay with everything else. Today is the first time I tried to put on my wedding ring and it wouldn’t go on. I know of a lot of people who struggle with water retention from around week 20 already! (I’ll be 37 weeks on Thursday)


I *think* my tummy might have dropped a little because I have less of a need for Gaviscon, although I still do need to have it now and then. I just don’t need to drink it after every meal or every time I eat or drink something. Dropping tummies mean dropping babies! EEK!


My sling is set to arrive tomorrow. I’m super excited! I can’t wait to see it and try it on and stuffs. I have made absolutely zero progress with the baby room and my hospital bag is sort of half packed. I still need to pack in the last minute things that I am still using like my toothbrush, shampoo, etc. I am hoping the housekeeper is set to tackle the baby room tomorrow. I suppose we should re-arrange our room and put the cot in there so long. We haven’t quite figured out where exactly we are going to put it and of course Babyice will be in our room to begin with. I wouldn’t dare leave him alone in a different room at the start!


Come to think of it there was a baby crying in our complex last night…I heard him/her when I got up to go to the loo in the middle of the night. When I came back from the loo I lay there listening to him/her…thinking about how that was going to be the story of my life really, really soon. This baby had a ‘cute’ cry. It wasn’t that ‘blue murder’ kind of cry, you know? It didn’t sound like it would make your ears bleed. Whenever he started calming down I lay wondering what the mommy/daddy was doing to get that kind of reaction.


2 – 3 weeks. Maybe less. Probably not more. 2 – 3 weeks. That is NO TIME AT ALL. He will be here. I cannot compute this in my head…What on earth did I think? I was just going to be pregnant forever? FARK! It’s so scary!!!!


…and just this post isn’t *all* about babies, all the time…


I found ABBA and Queen Sing Star on Kalahari.net yesterday! I got so excited! I ordered both immediately! It’s going to be so much fun!!!! I just hope we’ll have a chance to sing before Babyice arrives. Surely we can’t sing much after he has arrived? At least for the first while?


*facepalm*


I just turned the Sing Star paragraph into a baby paragraph.


Guess what is on my mind. All.The.Time.

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January 18th, 2010 | Posted by acidicice

When I think about the day Babyice arrives…


…it does not occur to me that Rudi might not be at home when I go into labour.

…it does not occur to me that I might go into labour during peak hour traffic.

…it does not occur to me that I might go into labour at 2AM.

…it does not occur to me that my water might break (if it does at all) in the Spar.

…it does not occur to me that I might have a false alarm.

…it does not occur to me that my gynae will not be there to hold my hand the entire time.


When I envision the onset of labour I think about the beginning of contractions…and that they are pretty close together (they always are in the movies, aren’t they?). Rudi and I gather up my hospital bag and shuffle off to hospital with no traffic at all. We get to the hospital and they confirm I am in labour. It isn’t too painful and I dialate easily. When I’m around 4 – 6 cms dialated they administer the epidural and it works like a dream. Next thing you know I’m holding Babyice. Wouldn’t that be nice?


I know that isn’t very realistic and that there are a million variations on this tale, but that would be a perfect birth experience for me. I do not have my heart set on it as I don’t want to be disappointed should things turn out differently.


Actually I try very hard not to think about it too much. I will cross those bridges when I get there. Calmly I hope.

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January 16th, 2010 | Posted by acidicice

Childbirth is something I never thought I would have to deal with, yet I find myself standing between 2 and 3 weeks away from it. This thought kept me awake last night. When I was younger I never wanted to be married. I never wanted kids. I wasn’t the little girl with the baby doll pretending to be a mommy. Having a family of my own is not something I yearned for. I don’t know exactly what I thought I wanted, because like most other woman I wanted to be validated. I craved the attention and affections of men and sought them. Of course I wanted one of them to want me just for himself, forever. Of course I wanted committment, so without acknowledging it I wanted to be married.


What I did not realize at the time was that the person who would be willing to commit to me might want children. I must have thought to myself that children are something that men don’t want. After all, the last thing they want to do is get a woman pregnant so they would ‘have’ to marry her. There is no such thing as needing an heir nowadays…so if a couple has a child it must be because the woman wants one. Clearly there were a lot of things I did not understand back then. A magnitude of things.


So back then I never thought I would have to deal with childbirth. When I started growing up I still didn’t want children, but had resigned myself to saying if it should happen there would be no way I was pushing it out. C section for me! Yet today…I am waiting for my baby to decide to come.


Rudi wanted children from the time we met. I knew this from the night we became inseparable. If not for my previous relationship I would have run for the hills at that thought. The man I dated previously had children and I was so… infatuated with him that I was willing to accept that, even though I did not understand what that entailed. I was only 18 at the time. So when I met Rudi the thought of children did not scare me nearly as much as it would have before. In fact I am grateful for that previous relationship as I believe now that the sole purpose thereof was to prepare me to meet Rudi and not run away from him.


So here I am now, on a journey I never thought I would take. This baby is coming, whether I like it or not. I am afraid of the pain, but I am looking forward to holding him. I realize that childbirth is only an event. Labour is a temporary state of being. I was speaking to Rudi about it and he seems to think that the pain of childbirth is comparable to pain he has experienced. Having had a painful experience myself and knowing what it can feel like, I want to hit him in the face with a baseball bat I tend to disagree. I was only awake for the contractions and that was bad enough already.


It won’t be the same this time. I know that now. That doesn’t mean it is not going to hurt like a motherfucker anyway. I think now that I will deny pethadine as it does nothing good for me…but will I be able to cope? I’m a big baby myself after all. My pain threshhold is practically non-existant.


I guess we are going to find out. Soon.

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January 14th, 2010 | Posted by acidicice

On Tuesday I went to hospital for my glucose test. When I got there I had already been fasting for 12 hours. They drew blood for the first test to see what my blood sugar was after the fast. A reading of 9 or higher indicates that you are diabetic. My total came back as 5. Completely normal. They then had me drink a glucose mixture. It doesn’t taste great, but I was really thirsty and accepted it gratefully. Following that I had to wait for 2 hours so that they could draw blood again to test my glucose level. This would determine how well my body processed the glucose that I had to drink.


The two hours dragged unbelievably, although I had some company on gchat and Twitter. I felt very tired and uncomfortable as I was seated in a waiting room chair the entire time. After the time had finally elapsed they drained me further and sent me on my way. Since it was already after 11AM I opted not to go back to work and went to visit my grandparents instead.


Later in the afternoon I received a call from the gynae’s office. My readings look perfectly normal apparently and they advised that I should watch my calorie intake and control portion size. The irony of it is I have been eating a lot better since I’ve been pregnant. I don’t crave sweets or any weird foods really and I definitely eat less than I did before I was pregnant. I’m pretty sure I’m healthier now than I was before! My body has done this on my behalf, it has not been a conscious decision. Thank you Babyice!


I’m a little dubious about the whole thing now. It must have been something I had eaten the previous evening or morning of the initial test that spiked my blood sugar level, but my gynae has been on leave. I assume the results were sent to his colleague to review. I have been told by someone in my office that his colleague sent them for unnecessary (and expensive) tests. I wonder if he didn’t just see the results and send me for a test to make extra money. I doubt my gynae had any say in the matter. Even if that is the case, I would rather be safe than sorry. It just seems a bit dodgy. If this is the case (and I will never know) it is freaking horrible of him! Does he understand the stress and worry he causes? I was practically sitting crying in the waiting room waiting for that first result. I managed to calm down after it came back ‘normal’.


Luckily my gynae is back in office on Monday and I won’t have to deal with his colleague anymore.
So I ordered my sling from Pinkhairgirl’s website, Earth Babies. If you’re really curious I ordered the unpadded ring sling in Turquoise Traditional. The price is really good and the delivery charge it minimal also! I can’t wait to get it! Apparently it will take 5 – 7 days to get here.


I am counting down the days towards my maternity leave…but at the same time I am wishing away the days until the birth. Nerve wracking! Rudi and my grandfather reckon Babyice is going to come late January. My gynae doesn’t think he’ll budge before February. I hope he stays put till at least the 2nd of February since my maternity shoot is scheduled for the 1st of Feb.


My housekeeper came back to work yesterday. I really missed her! It was so nice opening my closet this morning and being able to pick what I would like to wear out of my entire wardrobe instead of just looking for something that was clean and didn’t need to be ironed. She took down the Christmas tree…but it doesn’t look like she did anything in the baby room. Sad panda. I assume she has left the mammoth task for next week. Next week is the last week I won’t be there when she comes to work. 


Shit. Everything is happening so fast! 4 more weeks until I’m 40 weeks and Babyice could actually decide to come at any time now. Jeepers!!!!

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