Hi, still here, honest. My life at the moment seems to revolve around work, and getting ready for the blips arrival and I didn't really want to bore everyone with the little day to day details this involves. So just one update instead, and I haven't a clue when the next will be.

Blip and myself are both doing well. We're 24 weeks and 5 days today. We had another visit to see the midwife today to check me out and listen to the heartbeat again. No problems with either of us. Blip seems to have inherited its fathers twitchy leg (for those who don't know Porl he has a habit of playing an imaginary drum kit if he has to sit for very long). The Blip also seems to be constantly fidgeting and kicking, which is a lovely reassuring sensation, except when I'm trying to go to sleep.
If only I could swaddle it now.

I'm getting quite big, well I feel quite big, but people have said I'm still relatively small for 5 months. That's fine by me, hopefully blip is using up some of the surplus weight I had before getting pregnant. Also I'm guessing that while my bump stays small I'm likely to have more energy, and I've got lots still to do (decorating etc.) so I need energy.
Not that the bump isn't getting a bit unwieldy. I keep walking into things, and I have think first before bending over. I suspect in a few weeks I'll be having to get the guys I look after to fasten my shoe laces instead of me fastening theirs.

As well as seeing the midwife today we also had a visit to see an anaesthetist. When I had my 20 week anomaly scan they told me the placenta was low, hopefully it's nothing to worry about, the midwife described it as "like drawing a dot on a balloon", so as I get bigger the placenta should move. I'm not concerned, especially as all my medically qualified friends have shrugged it off as nothing to worry about, I'm just looking forward to having an extra scan at 36 weeks.
But if the placenta doesn't move, then it means I may have no option but to have a c-section (which I really really really don't want.) This slight chance of surgery made the hospital think a little more carefully about my possible latex allergy, hence the trip today to see the anaesthetist.
I had RAST (general allergy) tests and latex allergy tests done a few years ago because of my job. I never saw the results but I was told the RAST tests were very high, (I'm allergic to lots of things, no surprise there.) The latex tests were apparently inconclusive, but it was probably best to avoid it.
Great, it meant I get to wear funky blue or purple gloves at work, but it didn't actually tell me whether I was allergic to latex, which makes me look a bit of a fool when talking to doctors about the possible implications of surgery. "I think I'm allergy to latex." "Have you ever had a reaction?" "Erm... no, but I had some tests done which didn't say much but the hospital told me to wear special gloves."
Thankfully I managed to get copies of the old test results and it turns out I am allergic to latex, but only slightly. At least I know now, and the hospital can get to work writing "LATEX ALLERGY" all over my notes.

The anaesthetist did wind me up a little by telling me I would be having surgery. I tried pointing out I was only seeing him as a precaution, he disagreed, and I decided to ignore him as he'd only just met me and only spent 2 minutes reading my notes. Porl spotted the look in my eyes and we had the "surgery, last resort" conversation as soon as we left the room.

So that's about it. I've got another week and a half of proper work, then I start doing part time hours to use up my annual leave. That means the clearout / decorating / re-organising will start in earnest. I've already Freecycled a few boxes of junk. Emmaus will get the bigger things like the bed and wardrobe, because they have a van and strong men who are probably used to carrying things up and downstairs. Once they are gone Dad will have space to start building our new built in wardrobes, and Mum and I can paint.

Now though I'm exhausted from all this typing so it's time for my nightly dose of Gaviscon, and off to bed.

What's the chances of me updating again before this baby arrives?

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Still pottering along, life is still good, but I'm still finding it hard to get the motivation to update (sorry Ormskirk lurkers, I'd make sure you knew if there was any interesting news.)
I've been trying to redesign the site a bit, especially as I realised that my "about" page is terribly out of date (I haven't worked for that phone company for over a year now, and I'm 29) but even getting motivated to do this seems hard, and I've not published anything yet. I'm hoping a redesign will make me happier with the site and I'll want to write often.

I have been doing some things though. The other weekend I went along to a members day at the spinning guild and had a great day getting to grips with my wheel. With some advice from Ali I managed to spin a fair amount without the yarn breaking all the time. I think one of my problems was confidence, but also since I've got home I've realised the sofa is too low and I can't keep the wheel spinning, so a change of chair and everything seems to be working. When I've spun some more and tried out plying I'll take some pictures.
The next day I went off to the G-Mex to the knitting and stitching show. I managed to restrain myself and only bought a set of coloured Susan Bates crochet hooks. I can't resist pretty colours. I saw quite a lot of yarn I wanted to buy, but they only seems to have 1 hank of each left, so next time I know to go on the Friday instead of the Sunday.

The Blip is doing well, I've definitely got a bump now and I've been feeling it moving for about 2 weeks, very early for a first time Mum apparently, but that sensation is definitely not indigestion.
We had an appointment with the Midwife a couple of weeks ago and got to hear Blips heartbeat. Porl keeps walking round the house making the "woog woog woog" sound.
I however have read that it can probably hear us now so I've taken to singing more... Porl is not impressed :)

The les fun bits are that my energy levels are beyond erratic. Some days I feel great, others days I'm fit to drop 2 hours after getting up. I find the gibberish I talk when I'm tired very amusing though, Porl just tells me to go to bed. I just wish he'd ban me from cooking when I'm tired, I never want to tackle anything more challenging than toast, but I must have burnt about half a loaf of bread so far.

I've also started having problems with my back too. I knew it was bound to happen, I've a dodgy back anyway, but I thought I'd be okay for a few more months. I've had some very restless nights and by tea time yesterday every movement hurt. I've booked a doctors appointment and I'm going to beg for physio. Last time I had physio it took 14 weeks for an appointment (well it would have if work hadn't helped me queue jump,) so if I ask now I might get some before the end of my pregnancy. I'm doing the exercises I was given last time, but my body has changed so much these past few weeks that I'm worried I might be doing more harm than good. Also some of the exercises will become physically impossible as I get bigger.

We've also been making plans for the nursery (sorry, having a nursery seems so grown up.) We're going to swap the bedrooms around so that we are in the biggest room. This means the baby won't have to live with things like amps and boxes of material, it also means I'll have space in our room for a dedicated craft corner. There's a lot of sorting and decorating to be done first but I'm so excited! If I wasn't banned from lifting things I'd have been getting stuck into it already.

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Apparently last week was National De-Lurking Week. In honour of this I feel it is only right to de-lurk from my own blog.

Life here is pottering along quietly and on the whole well. I had my first scan on Thursday, the little Blip is definitely a baby (the hospital even labelled the scan picture for me... just in case I wasn't sure.) Blip is doing well, it's now 7cm long from bum to head, which means I'm 13 weeks pregnant, and due on the 19th July, a week later than I thought.
This means that Blip is due to appear on exactly the same day my niece was due to appear last year... not that she did. Also the midwife told me that if Blip hasn't appeared 12 days after my due date they'll induce me... which would mean I'd be spending my 30th birthday giving birth.
I can't decide whether that would be good or bad. A baby will be The Best birthday present, there'd be lots of drugs available, (for me at least), but I suspect I'll not be handing out invites and party hats may be banned.

Here's the piccie anyway.

I couldn't believe how big a relief it was to get the scan done and to see the little heartbeat. I've been having a few problems, nothing too bad, but enough to make me worry, and to have the doctor/midwife/boss/family/everyone telling me to slow down. That's easy to say, but I've been feeling so lethargic that if I slow down much more I'll become indistinguishable from the sofa. Another thing which wasn't helping my panicky state of mind was that other than being exhausted I've had no other pregnancy side effects for about 3 weeks. The queasiness passed after about 2-3 weeks of suffering, and for 3 weeks except for being tired, and having an occasional stomach pain I felt fine, I didn't feel pregnant. Most normal people would be happy about that, but until the scan it was just something else to worry about.
Thankfully I hadn't been having bad dreams... until the night before the scan, and then it was so silly it didn't worry me anyway. I dreamt that I'd miscarried, nothing unusual for a pregnant woman there, but I wonder how many pregnant women dream that their miscarried child is made from some odd rubbery material with a magnetic backing?... probably only crafters.

On the crafting front there's been very very little going on. I've been feeling so lethargic that I just haven't had the energy or enthusiasm for anything. If I'm not in work you can usually find me sat on the sofa, watching some brain-destroying rubbish on telly while working away on my "Frederick the Literate" cross-stitch. The cross-stitch is coming on well, over half done now, but I can feel the telly making me stupider by the day.
My crafting mojo better return soon or I might end up watching Jeremy Kyle!

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Hello!

Sorry for the apparent disappearance from the face of the earth, especially after all the lovely comments everyone left. I seem to have spent the past few weeks either working, sleeping, or in the den I've created on my sofa with a warm blanket, a good novel, (or baby related info), rubbish TV, occasionally some beads, and sometimes a cat or two.

So far I'm thinking myself quite lucky that I've not really had morning sickness. Tea-time and middle of the night queasiness, but nothing in the morning. I've also discovered that lashings of ginger ale and the odd ginger biscuit work wonders too. Although I've managed to keep the sickness at bay so far, I haven't managed to do the same with all the bugs going round. I seem to have had a constant cold for the past 4 weeks, it came to a head this week when it finally kicked off my asthma so I've had to have a couple of days off work. I'm feeling mostly better, still exhausted, and most of the time my brain feels like it's been replaced by mushy peas, but I'm back in work tomorrow, and just trying to focus on the fact I have 3.5 more shifts before I get a week off. It'll be a hectic week though as I've done absolutely nothing Christmas related, so they'll be shopping, decorating, visiting, and maybe some baking to do too... or maybe not.

I did have other things I wanted to say, but unfortunately my brain has wandered again, and the mushy peas are back, the rest will have to wait, though hopefully not as long.

I quickly want to say how grateful I am about how generous people are being, from particular friends who keep finding un-needed baby things for us. To how my parents are doing wonderful refurbishment jobs on 35 year old baby things which were used not only for me and my older brother, but also the numerous children my Mum looked after when she was a child minder. I always thought they were a bit nuts not getting rid of things like our cot and high chair, as well as all the toys we had, but now I think they were very savvy.

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Shall I do the Good News or the Bad News first?

I'll get the bad news out of the way.

My neighbour died last Friday morning. I'm relieved for her families sake that it was relatively quick, when my Grandparents were ill it dragged on for months/years and it took its toll on even the toughest members of the family. It's still hard to deal with though. There are quite a lot of questions about her care that need answering, I hope things are sorted out quickly so that her family can move forward with their lives.

Now for the Good News.

The circle of life continues.
I'm pregnant!
I've never really kept track of my dates, but as we have been trying for a couple of months I've been good and written them down. Of course once I'd written them down I instantly forgot them.
I've been feeling a little queasy, but I've been upset, and I do tend to feel queasy when I'm stressed or upset. I've also had a sore stomach and boobs, but that's normal PMT for me.
On Saturday night I had a tough night at work. I didn't get much sleep, but did have a lot of time to think. I was getting cheesed off with these ongoing period pains, then something clicked in my brain. I did a bit of googling, and realised that instead of PMT it could be a sign of pregnancy. When I got home Sunday morning I dug out my bit of paper and realised I was 11 days late. *gulp*
Porl was still asleep when I got home, and I'd had no sleep so I went straight to bed. I woke up at about midday, told Porl my suspicions, then dissapeared off to Sheffield for the night as it was my Dads birthday, leaving Porl to pace the house and drink lots of rum. I broke the news to my family later in the afternoon, then on Monday I did a pregnancy test which my sister-in-law had which confirmed everything.

So that's the good news. I've been to see the doctor today, he didn't even bother doing another test, but gave me lots more information to read, and worked out that "Blob" (which is what is currently looks like) should be due about 11th July.

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