I had a moment the other day, sitting at work at 8:30pm at night. My whole vagina felt like it was going to fall out onto my $11 ballet flats. The pressure from the baby was full-on and before long I started cramping. I totally shit my daks. Not literally, just totally.
I googled. Big mistake. When you're pregnant for the first time you should have a restraining order put out on you that states you cannot walk within 200 metres of a computer with internet access. Just in case you google. Whilst it's a wonderful invention (Happy 10th B'day BTW) it can also cause serious heart palpitations. I read that apparently I was going into labour. That i could have been losing the baby. And that some positions are just best left to the drawings in the book. *sigh*
After a quick chat with a Midwife at the Sandringham Hospital I ventured home, lay down and waited to feel cotton socks move. She warned that no fetal movement could be a bad sign. Before long the little buggar gave me a good Beckham and hasn't stopped since. I love our baby...
Which is a great segue into my next story. I love our baby so much that I cant wait for it to be old enough to eat bread and then I can justify my insane love for my new bread maker. Holy cow the smell of fresh bread in the morning is enough to turn me all Martha Stewart! My friend Nat picked this little baby up at a garage sale for.....wait for it....$2. You wouldn't even get a loaf of bread for that! The irony....
I'll post a real photo when Ben brings home our camera which has been stashed at his work for the last few weeks. Might even pop one up here of my little old bump....
*the bank manager said I have to put this disclaimer in: not bloody likely.
1 comment:
baby kicks are wonderful! I remember getting all fretty first time round if I hadn't felt a kick for bit and gorging on ice cream to wake the little fella up. Heehee. God excuse to gorge on ice cream anyway.
Google is evil for anything vaguely medical.
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