Memories.

reposts from message board during pregnancy with the girl:

september 2005

I celebrated, not with a donut, but with the very best cinnamon bun available, from the coffee shop two floors down from my OB/GYN. The baby isn't growing at quite the astronomical rate that she previously was, which is a comfort to me! Fundal height 32cm, at 31 weeks. That's pretty good.

I'm becoming increasingly pissy toward my IRL fellow human beings, though. No one can do anything right, ever, myself included. I'm also getting very tired of waiting for my maternity benefits to kick in, although they are not actually behind in schedule, it is just taking too long, period. I am telling myself that this is just another lesson in financial planning, something to consider for the future. I don't plan for unforeseen events as well as I should, financially.
Still haven't found my glasses. Am perturbed.

This little emotionally-melty stage had better be brief.


september 2005


There was an absolutely lovely, mental-health-restoring labouring tub at the hospital when I gave birth to my last son (almost 5 years ago). In the event that you need to transfer to a hospital, you may still be able to spend some time in the water. I would never credit anything with such transformative powers if it didn't indeed work so well, but this thing honestly took me from near-panic-attack pain (and fright) levels to this-too-shall-pass.

september 2005


Last night we went to Wal-Mart to get some Battle B-Damans for the littler boys, and I could literally only take a few steps without then hanging over the cart and breathing through them. They are definitely BH contractions though, not premature labour. Nothing to actually worry about but SO ANNOYING, so interfering. I get them just sitting around the house, too. Ack. And she feels as though she is already taking up my entire torso, the way the others felt at maybe 37 or 38 weeks. I'm just a big ball of gestation at the moment.


september 2005


Well, yesterday I tripped and fell on the sidewalk just outside a store downtown. NATURALLY there was some sort of film crew filming with its fucking camera aimed right where I fell, just to add insult to injury. Somehow I managed to fall entirely on my shins. I didn't even manage to bruise my bottom and there was no real jarring of my abdomen: my shins, knee, and ankle took the entire weight of me. Ouch.

One of my ankles is now a rather unnatural size and colour and is wrapped up with a tensor bandage.

I absolutely hate this stage of pregnancy where I am a big giant klutz. It's awfully discouraging.
Baby is fine, no worries there. I, however, am limping rather badly and wishing I lived in a bungalow and not a two story house with a finished basement!


september 2005


I have been chuckling all morning without being entirely willing to explain why to those around me.

The entire birth process is fascinating, whether to watch it happen to someone else or to be the woman giving birth. It's not romantic, necessarily, to think that way. Even through my most difficult labour, there were moments in which I was fascinated by the process, in a near-objective sense. Certainly it is interesting to look at photos of women giving birth, to visually round out what I have personally felt. And I also liked such photos before I ever gave birth.