24 and 25 weeks.....

I didn't have much to write for last weeks update.....

I don't really have much to write for this weeks apart from the fact that I'm growing :D

I feel baby move constantly and I'm so greatful!  I never thought I would bond with it much after the loss of my angel..... but I am.... and I'm so in love with him just as I am in love with his ohter three sibblings.

We had a bit of a scare the other day.... not a pregnancy related one.... but a house related one.  I woke up andd saw the most odd looking object under my kitchen counter.  It looked to me as if it were mouse droppings.  I looked closely and saw more :(  oh NO!!!!!!!!!

I called hubby, He called an expert and someone to come and clean and disinfect our kitchen.  I unfortunately can get everything clean what with doc saying I can't do a lot with the fybroid.

Anyway... turned out they weren't mouse droppings but some sort of insect larva. HURRAY!!!!!!

The lady that had come to clean the kitchen from cieling to floor  anyway ... cos it need it!!!!!  why am I telling you all of this?  what does this have to do with my pregnancy after loss?  well.... actually it does a bit.

In my kitchen I have a little corner dedicated to my angel baby.  We have a little clay tag with her name on it and a few little plants.  Well As I was putting away stuff in my kitchen drawers.  I caught this lady that had made the clay name piece fall.... grab something and throw it away.  When I eventually looked to see what had happened she had broken half a letter and threw it away!  I was SO angry!!!!

I didn't confront her about it.  I would have probably have been so nasty towards her.  I just thought "ok baby keep me calm and help me ignore it!".

:(

I will need more help before baby is born around the house.... but I'll be damned if I'll ever call her again!

23 weeks......

Went for my docs appointment.

Baby is doing fine.  He's measuring and weighing fine. 

Still had a bit of trouble in the toilet department.  Still got constipation!  Well lets just say I had, because I am now taking pysillum gel everyday (well from yesterday) and it seems to have sorted it out.

Doc has given me iron tablets.  They've always given me bad constipation with my other pregnancies.  It's a good job I'm taking the pysillum.  

I've gained 7 pounds since the begining of the pregnancy.  I'm not allowed to put on much more.  Maybe 3 pounds then I have to up my heparin dose.  I hope not because I won't feel happy having to do that.

On the nosey people front..... well.... people are talking..... they even know how far along I am!!!!!!!  I'm actually gobsmacked at that.  HOw the hell do they know that and are convinced it's the truth!!!!!! I'm going to have a good look under my bed every night from now on!!!!!  Someone else had to be there at the conception to be so convinced they know how far I am!

:)

I'll let them talk......as long as they don't dare to call me or congratulate me on my pregnancy.

22 weeks...

:( had a little visit in A&E

Well I'll tell you it all from the begining.

I went for a vaginal swab one morning.  It all went well.  Then came home. I felt quite tired.  Had a lie down.  Went to the toilet.  Wiped myself... and there is was..... mucus mixed with a bit of blood.  My blood went cold and a thousand thoughts crossed my mind.

I phone my doc.  Abroad.  ABROAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  eh??????!!!!!

I then think I have to have this checked out.  I had no intention of going to the A&E near here.  It's the hospital my baby angel was born in.  So hubby and I got in the car and an hour and a half later we were in A&E in the hospital I "HOPE" to give birth in.  After a two hour wait.... and a screaming new baby born as we were waiting...... we went in and doc gave me a check over.  Everything was fine.  No blood to be seen.  Baby was fine..... (I already knew that though because the first thing I did was use the doppler and heard the heartbeat.  He was kicking away too!)

At the end of my scare the doc said that it was probably all to do with the swab that morning and not to worry.

Our journey back home was much more comforting.  Smiles had by all.  I left my boys at home and they were worried sick when we left them.  When we got home they were happy to here the good news.

Changing the subject.... well to be honest I should dedicate it a new post .... but then that would be giving it too much importance.... so I won't.

The day after my scare.... I get a phone call.  Someone I hardly ever talk to on the phone.  I know this person.  I wouldn't actually call her a friend.  Anyway the phone call goes like this:

- Heeellloooooooooo
ME- oh hi!
-how are you?
Me: fine thanks
- is what I've heard true?
Me: depends on what you've heard
- have you got a bump?
Me: (...........................)
Me: who told you?  I haven't been going out.... I haven't spoken to anyone..... I think anyone would understand that even if it is true, just maybe I don't want to talk about it and I want to live this my way.
- oh ok.  As long as your ok.
Me: couldn't be better (sarcastically said).

I just can't believe it!!!!!!!!

I can actually understand who could have let our big secret out.  Two, so called friends of ours came to our house to say goodbye as they were going back home after they're holidays.  I wasn't expecting them.  Anyway.... one of them pointed to my bump and said.... "I'm not that good at observing".  I answered if they could please ignore it..... I don't want to talk about it.  If someone would have said that to me I would have understood.

What do they do?

They walk out of my house and tell everyone in the bloody village!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok..... I understand.... they are probably happy for us and wanted to tell everyone.  I want to scream it out to the whole world but don't!!!!!!!!!!  Their Happiness doesn't make mine!

anyway...... I'm sure I'm going to have many other phone calls during this week.  News goes round VERY quickly in this village.

Even the phone call is just  beyond me.  Would you really phone someone to ask if what they heard is true?  You know my past story.  You know how much I was hurting.  If it's true.... then be happy for me without being nosey.  If it's not true.... well only time will tell.

Curiosity Killed the Cat!