So, time for some news that probably isn't news to anyone anymore...
We have a new baby on the way!
It is somewhat amusing how I first figured it out. Turns out that the reason I caught Henry's hand, foot and mouth was because my immune system was being suppressed, because that is apparently what happens when you start growing an embryo. Good to know!
So anyway, I am around about three months pregnant, which by my calculations makes me due in early to mid January. Hooray for driving an hour and a half to Akureyri in the middle of winter, in the (hopefully) early stages of labor*. As you can tell, I'm starting my worrying in nice and early.
* Wait, is it spelt the Australian way in this context? Labour? Labor? Now it all just looks wrong.
Seriously, though, the hospital here doesn't have an anaesthesiologist on staff, so they're not really allowed to book anyone in to give birth here. There has been much discussion about it lately, after a few women have been unable to make it to Akureyri: a friend of mine had hers at home, another lady had hers in the parking lot at Varmahlid (about half an hour from here), and the most recent one had a baby in an ambulance on the side of the road, about halfway between here and Akureyri.
I think it may be getting to a point where people are getting pretty vocal about it, which hopefully means something will get done. As one lady wrote, it doesn't really seem like anyone will listen until something serious happens, ie. someone is seriously injured or dies. So everyone is just kind of hoping that it won't be them - how messed up is that?
Okay, enough of that, I'll keep you updated, and hey, at least I have a bit of time for them to sort something out before it directly affects me.
This pregnancy seems to be much the same as the last one: I felt slightly nauseous for a while there, but haven't actually been sick, just felt kind of hungover all the time. I've gone off coffee again, which is a bummer, because I'm totally drained and exhausted a lot of the time. I'd love to want a nice big cup of caffeinated goodness, but alas, it smells revolting.
One thing I don't remember from last time is that I'm just now getting over a phase of outrageous hunger. I'm pretty sure I got a bit cranky from not eating often enough on a couple of occasions, but never this amount of emotion and desperation behind it. From the time I started feeling hungry, I had maybe a couple of minutes to get and eat food, otherwise I would start feeling sick and hollow. I actually ended up telling my co-workers just so that they could understand why I was being so irrational and weird around lunchtime.
We went to Akureyri for the first ultrasound yesterday, it all went pretty well, but the baby was being quite uncooperative, so the photos seem really blobby and indistinguishable to me. Might put them up later, anyway, after I get Ross to remind me which way is up on the pictures. The most important part is that everything looked fine and normal, so the photos are kind of an afterthought anyway...
In other pregnancy related news, here is a list of things that have made me cry over the past couple of months:
This dog food ad.
The film clip for Feist, 1234 (I don't even know why, it's just visually touching or something?)
Wendy Davis. So many feelings.
This short film about zombies from Tropfest (giant, heaving sobs, I'm not even kidding).
finally, a real life one: Henry and I were lying on the couch, and he
rolled over and headbutted me. It hurt, and I didn't expect it, so I
went 'ow', and my eyes watered. He then turned over and started crying,
too, just going 'Mummy sad, mummy ouch, oh no.' At which point I started
proper crying, which made him sadder, so I tried to tell him I was
okay, and he sobbed more, and I sobbed more, and we both ended up in a
big puddle of soggy cushions.
Ross kind of laughed a bit, and
looked a bit teary himself. As he said, it's things like that that make
you think you're doing an okay job raising a thoughtful and empathetic
Which, of course, made me cry again.
And for the most recent one, I cried just a teeny bit more while typing the above paragraph. C'mon hormones, seriously?