So 'the moment'....
This is my own personal opinion of trying to achieve the famous 'BFP' (big fat positive to those who haven't encountered the zillion and frankly bamboozling number of acronyms involved in pregnancy) but hopefully it'll be of some hope/help to readers out there
I've always believed in halting your chosen method of contraception, getting on the folic acid supplements and then, well, seeing what happens!!
It's kinda weird when you've spent a section of your life actively avoiding pregnancy and pregnancy tests are an instrument of fear to then re-think the whole thing.
I'd decided to only test if no AF (hopefully you know this one), so first month a bit late, tried a test and nothing, no great surprise and I'd have probably died of shock if it had been positive, it would have been nice to have told people over Christmas but just a minor thing.
And then came a certain awards ceremony in January, now this went against my testing theory but I was aware of dates etc and just how much drinking would occur at said awards bash, I honestly thought nothing would have happened as it was a very stressful month including my Gran dying about 2 weeks beforehand and moving house! However I also knew I'd have felt really bad if I'd drunk myself under the table and then had a positive result later that week...
So there I was at 06:30 on the morning of the awards ceremony, in the bathroom with my magic plastic stick, the control line came across and I left it for a while, then I looked back and nearly fell over as there was now a blue cross! I think I may have exclaimed something a bit rude and went downstairs to show hubs whilst I was shaking like a leaf!
So that was 'the moment'. It was all a bit surreal after that as I had to get myself to London so I pulled on my party dress (already underwear was a bit of an issue!) and set off, now bearing in mind I didn't really know where I was going as we were in a new area, so there I was fairly early on a Friday morning loitering around a bus stop in a party dress!
I had a brilliant party and managed to not say anything although a couple of people guessed, then the next day I purchased another test from boots in waterloo station, got home and same result, so then all the phonecalls started!
So there you have it! That day in January feels like yesterday but here we are over 39 weeks and I've just attached the number for the labour ward to a kitchen cupboard for the next big moment....
Thursday 15 September 2011
Sunday 11 September 2011
A swaddled owl??
Hello and welcome to the swaddled owl blog!
Firstly a bit of background, we're 30 year old first time parents to be (I'm 38 + 4 weeks as I type), we're fairly clueless as neither of us have come from families with lots of small babies about
I'm not one for gushing about children/babies and only in the last handful of years have I realised I do actually have a biological clock... so this blog is me sharing my pregnancy and parenting discoveries in a hopefully non-fluffy fashion (but forgive me if I do turn into a mushy Mum)
So a swaddled owl?? What is that all about?
Well firstly let me introduce Mr Hibs the owl, out of curiosity I ventured into a certain bear shop with my friend who was getting an actual bear for her little girls first birthday, I was completely terrified by all the 'accessories' you could purchase with your bear! However in the pile of animals you could have filled to become a squishy bear were some owls, on further inspection I realised they were perfect for my growing bump and purchased an owl (however no accessories for the owl and this will remain the case). We have some French heritage on Hubs side so I was intending to refer to the owl as 'Hibou' however my French pronunciation is poor to awful so I've settled on 'Mr Hibs'
This is not the first time Mr Hibs has been involved in baby prep, he got taken to ante-natal classes so we could demonstrate how to calm a crying baby (I wish I could have got hubs face on camera at this point) and I also took him along to a maternity shoot which was sweet.
So yesterday we got the last few bits including a swaddle wrap which I'm keen to try out for the first month, I suggested we try swaddling the owl just to see how it works, and there you have it a swaddled owl!
I also suggested trying out nappies on the owl and instead of the laughter I expected somehow we ended up trying out nappies on the owl....
Until we find something else to wrap/dress the owl in he remains in the crib awaiting the arrival of our first baby *gulp*
Firstly a bit of background, we're 30 year old first time parents to be (I'm 38 + 4 weeks as I type), we're fairly clueless as neither of us have come from families with lots of small babies about
I'm not one for gushing about children/babies and only in the last handful of years have I realised I do actually have a biological clock... so this blog is me sharing my pregnancy and parenting discoveries in a hopefully non-fluffy fashion (but forgive me if I do turn into a mushy Mum)
So a swaddled owl?? What is that all about?
Well firstly let me introduce Mr Hibs the owl, out of curiosity I ventured into a certain bear shop with my friend who was getting an actual bear for her little girls first birthday, I was completely terrified by all the 'accessories' you could purchase with your bear! However in the pile of animals you could have filled to become a squishy bear were some owls, on further inspection I realised they were perfect for my growing bump and purchased an owl (however no accessories for the owl and this will remain the case). We have some French heritage on Hubs side so I was intending to refer to the owl as 'Hibou' however my French pronunciation is poor to awful so I've settled on 'Mr Hibs'
This is not the first time Mr Hibs has been involved in baby prep, he got taken to ante-natal classes so we could demonstrate how to calm a crying baby (I wish I could have got hubs face on camera at this point) and I also took him along to a maternity shoot which was sweet.
So yesterday we got the last few bits including a swaddle wrap which I'm keen to try out for the first month, I suggested we try swaddling the owl just to see how it works, and there you have it a swaddled owl!
I also suggested trying out nappies on the owl and instead of the laughter I expected somehow we ended up trying out nappies on the owl....
Until we find something else to wrap/dress the owl in he remains in the crib awaiting the arrival of our first baby *gulp*
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