OT: Yowlet Update 26th March
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So now I"m home and just waiting for the inevitable to happen. I am slowly scrubbing my way trough the house (yes, the nesting insitnt has finally hit, miracle of miracles) and have even got my bag moslty packed. Themost important thing, ironically, was this laptop which I inherited off my sister.
If you’re on obsessive mode, it won’t be long. I spit shined a bathroom with a tooth brush, Comet, and a squeegee the day before Jason was born, baked eight pumpkin pies the day before Mike was born, and Organized Mandy’s room, our closets, and my dresser the day before Mandy was born. Rob was lucky, he had 24 hr CQ duty (charge of quarters, sort of like a security guard without the fun) the day before Mandy was born. At least we let him get a smidge of sleep before going into labor, the wind storm, however, did not. Pam S. who’s babies were born on extreme weather days
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Yowie, This is just the baby getting you ready to wake several times a night for feeding. Enjoy the sleep while you can. Good luck and may the baby be healthy. Diane
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Its 5:18 am here in the land down under and the insomnia has struck again. Well, not so much insomnia as perhaps my new sleeping pattern, I am *awake* at every 3 hours, and also fall asleep in the opposite 3 hour phase.
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Thankfully I am so darn obviously pregnant I don’t have o explain my behaviour to anyone anymore, they *know*, but it still feels like I’m letting the side down my taking all this time off work, falling asleep at meetings and being physically unable to do what was an absolute breeze only a few short months ago. Pregnancies and workplaces really don’t mix. It sure sounds very rough! It makes me wish that I could experience being pregnant for a day or so, just so that I could see what it’s like. I also had no idea that babies could "engage", unless Captain Picard ordered them to or something. Purrs for you – though I’m sure you’ll do great. 
LOL, Tak! Actually neither did I, and I’m a woman. Well, a woman who has never considered having kids and therefore knows nothing at all about pregnancy and childbirth. It all sounds so…strange and scary! — Britta (sending purrs for the Yowlet to arrive asap with a really easy delivery) Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that’s covered in fur! Check out pictures of Vino at: http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album
It is – strange, and scary, and uncomfortable, and wonderful! Obviously, it also isn’t for everybody. Which is fine. Joy
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Its 5:18 am here in the land down under and the insomnia has struck again. <snipped No way I can relate to what you’re going through, but purrs and prayers for everyone to be OK, Vicky. Sam
Purrs from Spicey and I. Hang in there ! Suz Macmoosette Thank Heavens There’s Only One =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= Waiting for inspiration. Please hold while I contemplate my navel. |__/| (=’:'=) (")_(")
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Thankfully I am so darn obviously pregnant I don’t have o explain my behaviour to anyone anymore, they *know*, but it still feels like I’m letting the side down my taking all this time off work, falling asleep at meetings and being physically unable to do what was an absolute breeze only a few short months ago. Pregnancies and workplaces really don’t mix. It sure sounds very rough! It makes me wish that I could experience being pregnant for a day or so, just so that I could see what it’s like. I also had no idea that babies could "engage", unless Captain Picard ordered them to or something. Purrs for you – though I’m sure you’ll do great. LOL, Tak! Actually neither did I, and I’m a woman. Well, a woman who has never considered having kids and therefore knows nothing at all about pregnancy and childbirth. It all sounds so…strange and scary! — Britta (sending purrs for the Yowlet to arrive asap with a really easy delivery) Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that’s covered in fur! Check out pictures of Vino at: http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album
I’ve heard of babies "dropping" as in "Oops. The baby dropped today.", but I’ve never heard a doctor saying it, just the mom feeling it happen, and good god, sorry you passed out during it!!!!! Stacey
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Thankfully I am so darn obviously pregnant I don’t have o explain my behaviour to anyone anymore, they *know*, but it still feels like I’m letting the side down my taking all this time off work, falling asleep at meetings and being physically unable to do what was an absolute breeze only a few short months ago. Pregnancies and workplaces really don’t mix. It sure sounds very rough! It makes me wish that I could experience being pregnant for a day or so, just so that I could see what it’s like. I also had no idea that babies could "engage", unless Captain Picard ordered them to or something. Purrs for you – though I’m sure you’ll do great. LOL, Tak! Actually neither did I, and I’m a woman. Well, a woman who has never considered having kids and therefore knows nothing at all about pregnancy and childbirth. It all sounds so…strange and scary! — Britta (sending purrs for the Yowlet to arrive asap with a really easy delivery) Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that’s covered in fur! Check out pictures of Vino at: http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album I’ve heard of babies "dropping" as in "Oops. The baby dropped today.", but I’ve never heard a doctor saying it, just the mom feeling it happen, and good god, sorry you passed out during it!!!!! Stacey
I’ve heard of people dropping babies as in: "Were you dropped on your head as a baby?!?" I’ve never heard a doctor confirm it, Mom felt it happened and passed out due to shock 
— Britta Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that’s covered in fur! Check out pictures of Vino at: http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album
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Vicky, please let Joel take care of you and Cary now. We will be very happy to read all the updates, but please do not overdo it. Lots of purrs and best wishes, — Polonca & Soncek
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Its 5:18 am here in the land down under and the insomnia has struck again. Well, not so much insomnia as perhaps my new sleeping pattern, I am *awake* at every 3 hours, and also fall asleep in the opposite 3 hour phase. And this goes on all day, so I have lots of small naps. In one way its really frustrating, there’s not all that much to do at 5 in the morning, its still dark and its the nadir of tv entertainment. But now I have a laptop so I’m sitting in bed typing this. <snip
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Thankfully I am so darn obviously pregnant I don’t have o explain my behaviour to anyone anymore, they *know*, but it still feels like I’m letting the side down my taking all this time off work, falling asleep at meetings and being physically unable to do what was an absolute breeze only a few short months ago. Pregnancies and workplaces really don’t mix.
It sure sounds very rough! It makes me wish that I could experience being pregnant for a day or so, just so that I could see what it’s like. I also had no idea that babies could "engage", unless Captain Picard ordered them to or something. Purrs for you – though I’m sure you’ll do great.
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Thankfully I am so darn obviously pregnant I don’t have o explain my behaviour to anyone anymore, they *know*, but it still feels like I’m letting the side down my taking all this time off work, falling asleep at meetings and being physically unable to do what was an absolute breeze only a few short months ago. Pregnancies and workplaces really don’t mix. It sure sounds very rough! It makes me wish that I could experience being pregnant for a day or so, just so that I could see what it’s like. I also had no idea that babies could "engage", unless Captain Picard ordered them to or something. Purrs for you – though I’m sure you’ll do great.
LOL, Tak! Actually neither did I, and I’m a woman. Well, a woman who has never considered having kids and therefore knows nothing at all about pregnancy and childbirth. It all sounds so…strange and scary! — Britta (sending purrs for the Yowlet to arrive asap with a really easy delivery) Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that’s covered in fur! Check out pictures of Vino at: http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album
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Its 5:18 am here in the land down under and the insomnia has struck again.
… … On Monday, he dropped, or, to put it more technically, became engaged (by the obs visit on Tuesday, he was 6cm engaged). … So now I"m home and just waiting for the inevitable to happen. I am slowly scrubbing my way trough the house (yes, the nesting insitnt has finally hit, miracle of miracles) and have even got my bag moslty packed. … Purrs, Yowie
It sounds like you don’t have long to wait. I remember well getting on my hands and knees and trying to wax the floor under the crib the day before our firstborn decided to make her entry. I’m sure that was quite a sight because I couldn’t quite fit, but I was driven to clean every nook and cranny anyway. That nesting instinct is really something. We’re sending soothing purrs (and a prayer) that all will go well with a minimum of what the medical people call "discomfort." The good thing about a big baby, at least what I’ve heard, is that the tend to sleep all night earlier than the smaller version, so you may get actually get some rest sooner than most. Annie
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We are purring for you, Vicky! Re the nesting instinct: one of my former co-workers was going to go wash her rugs by hand when she was in the last stages of her pregnancy. Her husband stopped her, and that was just as well, because her son was born a few hours later. So please don’t overdo it. I’m jealous of your naps, I would love to be able to take a nap whenever. Mmmm, naps. 
) Purrs for the bp to come down. — Marina, Frank and Nikki Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki
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(snippety) Well, the tired phase has hit, and I"ve learnt not to ignore them. Thanks for keeping me company in the dead of night. The bext awake perios will see me uploading thi and downloading all my newsgroups to work off-line. I am wondering why on earth I didn’t get a laptop before this! Purrs, Yowie
Hee hee, I see in your post the unmistakeable signs of someone trying to get used to a laptop keyboard. A pain, isn’t it? :-D I have found cat and laptop simultaneously in my lap to be pretty crowded, and I’m not even pregnant. I can’t imagine you have enough lap right now for this to be possible! We are steadily sending purrs your way, for you to be as comfortable as possible until The Big Day, and then to have an easy delivery and good health for mom and yowlet. —— Krista
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Its 5:18 am here in the land down under and the insomnia has struck again.
<snipped No way I can relate to what you’re going through, but purrs and prayers for everyone to be OK, Vicky. Sam
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Oh Yowie, glad to hear you are now staying home. Try to rest while you can ’cause you’ll need to have some energy when you do go to the hospital! Those last few weeks do seem sooo long though, I remember. We’ll send some extra purrs to help you through this waiting part! hugs, Christine
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Its 5:18 am here in the land down under and the insomnia has struck again. Well, not so much insomnia as perhaps my new sleeping pattern, I am *awake* at every 3 hours, and also fall asleep in the opposite 3 hour phase. And this goes on all day, so I have lots of small naps. In one way its really frustrating, there’s not all that much to do at 5 in the morning, its still dark and its the nadir of tv entertainment. But now I have a laptop so I’m sitting in bed typing this. (This may explain why my typing has suddenly got a different style, they keybpard is different) Shmogg has been pretty good about my strange chang eof sleeping habits, but then again he’s used to having cat-naps between his other activitie sof eating and being grumpy. Seems I"m more like a cat at the moment than at any other time of my life. Especially the grumpy. I had to stop work this week. I was planning to stop work at the end of next week, although I have to admit I was absolutley *exhausted* and its actually a relief to have a medical reason as to why I’m not there. My boss has been wonderful, but being male, has absolutley no appreciation as to what sort of toll late pregnancy put son the human body. Especially as this month’s work has been all in the lab rather than the office. I probably could have coped with anohter month of office work (after all, there’s an air conditioner in there and we have t1 broadband, even if they do monitor it) but for he last week and a half, I’ve spent most of the day on my feet, which meant that I got home and just went to bed. Poor old Joel has been incredibly wonderful during this time, but even he has his limits. Its not like I turned into a lazy couch potato in the last month but rather, after a day’s work, I had barely enough energy to drag my sorry arse to tbe bathroom, let alone get all the reorganisation, cleaning, sorting and cooking required for the imminant arrival of anohter life in the house. The doc was concerned about my blood pressure which is 130/90 and still going up. I have been on tablets for it since pregnancy, but it shouldn’t be going up like this. Which is why he told me to go home and rest (hahahah). The baby is already big enough to come out, at 34 week he was already 6 pounds 4 ounces. I have a very storng hunch that by next week (38 weeks) I’ll be induced, just so that my blood pressure isn’t dangerously high and so that I don’t have to give birth to a giant. I could of cours ebe horribly wrong, but if I have to go to 40 weeks I"m going to go mad with boredom at home. Its not like I can actually do all that much, and the word "comfortable" has been deleted from my dictionary. On Monday, he dropped, or, to put it more technically, became engaged (by the obs visit on Tuesday, he was 6cm engaged). He did it the middle of one of those terribly important meetings. Aprantly my face went white and I jsut left the room. It hurt! I raced to the toilets, only to discover that they were closed for painting. Now, if I was in any way rational, I would have realised that htere were two other perfecty good toilets within 50 metres, but the brain was quite sure I was in the middle of labour or something and after going through several nervous loops outside the toilets, I thought "sod it, I"m going in" and ignored all sorts of osigns and safety procedures. But the paint was quite dry – and had been for a t least a week, the painters had just forgotten to take their signs down (its only the lady’s toilet after all, the gent’s loo was in perfect working order). The horrid "being rent asunder" passed after a few minutes, and I returnd to the meeting, only to fall asleep a few minutes later. Thankfully I am so darn obviously pregnant I don’t have o explain my behaviour to anyone anymore, they *know*, but it still feels like I’m letting the side down my taking all this time off work, falling asleep at meetings and being physically unable to do what was an absolute breeze only a few short months ago. Pregnancies and workplaces really don’t mix. So now I"m home and just waiting for the inevitable to happen. I am slowly scrubbing my way trough the house (yes, the nesting insitnt has finally hit, miracle of miracles) and have even got my bag moslty packed. Themost important thing, ironically, was this laptop which I inherited off my sister. It only boots up about half the time, but otherwise works well enough to connect to the internet. I should be able to take it to the hospital and keep in touch with you all through both e-mail and the NG as it has its own internal modem as well. Still, I"m enjoying typing like that chick in Sex and the City, in bed or wherever) and I can finally have Shmogg in my lap as I type. Poor grey furry beast, his life isn’t going to get any easier in the next few months and I do worry about how he’ll cope with a newborn inthe house. I think Fluffy willbemore than fine as long as she can mother the abre puppy as well, but Shmogg’s grump will most likely get in the way of actually bonding to the screaming, pooing creature. Nothing much I can do for him except give him extra attention now, whcih I’m trying to do. We even play with the red big each night before bed. Well, the tired phase has hit, and I"ve learnt not to ignore them. Thanks for keeping me company in the dead of night. The bext awake perios will see me uploading thi and downloading all my newsgroups to work off-line. I am wondering why on earth I didn’t get a laptop before this! Purrs, Yowie
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Hi Yowie, Purrs, good thoughts, and best wishes for you and the baby. It sounds like the Yowlet will be appearing pretty soon. Rest and take care of youself! Debbie Berry – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Its 5:18 am here in the land down under and the insomnia has struck again. Well, not so much insomnia as perhaps my new sleeping pattern, I am *awake* at every 3 hours, and also fall asleep in the opposite 3 hour phase. And this goes on all day, so I have lots of small naps. In one way its really frustrating, there’s not all that much to do at 5 in the morning, its still dark and its the nadir of tv entertainment. But now I have a laptop so I’m sitting in bed typing this. (This may explain why my typing has suddenly got a different style, they keybpard is different) Shmogg has been pretty good about my strange chang eof sleeping habits, but then again he’s used to having cat-naps between his other activitie sof eating and being grumpy. Seems I"m more like a cat at the moment than at any other time of my life. Especially the grumpy. I had to stop work this week. I was planning to stop work at the end of next week, although I have to admit I was absolutley *exhausted* and its actually a relief to have a medical reason as to why I’m not there. My boss has been wonderful, but being male, has absolutley no appreciation as to what sort of toll late pregnancy put son the human body. Especially as this month’s work has been all in the lab rather than the office. I probably could have coped with anohter month of office work (after all, there’s an air conditioner in there and we have t1 broadband, even if they do monitor it) but for he last week and a half, I’ve spent most of the day on my feet, which meant that I got home and just went to bed. Poor old Joel has been incredibly wonderful during this time, but even he has his limits. Its not like I turned into a lazy couch potato in the last month but rather, after a day’s work, I had barely enough energy to drag my sorry arse to tbe bathroom, let alone get all the reorganisation, cleaning, sorting and cooking required for the imminant arrival of anohter life in the house. The doc was concerned about my blood pressure which is 130/90 and still going up. I have been on tablets for it since pregnancy, but it shouldn’t be going up like this. Which is why he told me to go home and rest (hahahah). The baby is already big enough to come out, at 34 week he was already 6 pounds 4 ounces. I have a very storng hunch that by next week (38 weeks) I’ll be induced, just so that my blood pressure isn’t dangerously high and so that I don’t have to give birth to a giant. I could of cours ebe horribly wrong, but if I have to go to 40 weeks I"m going to go mad with boredom at home. Its not like I can actually do all that much, and the word "comfortable" has been deleted from my dictionary. On Monday, he dropped, or, to put it more technically, became engaged (by the obs visit on Tuesday, he was 6cm engaged). He did it the middle of one of those terribly important meetings. Aprantly my face went white and I jsut left the room. It hurt! I raced to the toilets, only to discover that they were closed for painting. Now, if I was in any way rational, I would have realised that htere were two other perfecty good toilets within 50 metres, but the brain was quite sure I was in the middle of labour or something and after going through several nervous loops outside the toilets, I thought "sod it, I"m going in" and ignored all sorts of osigns and safety procedures. But the paint was quite dry – and had been for a t least a week, the painters had just forgotten to take their signs down (its only the lady’s toilet after all, the gent’s loo was in perfect working order). The horrid "being rent asunder" passed after a few minutes, and I returnd to the meeting, only to fall asleep a few minutes later. Thankfully I am so darn obviously pregnant I don’t have o explain my behaviour to anyone anymore, they *know*, but it still feels like I’m letting the side down my taking all this time off work, falling asleep at meetings and being physically unable to do what was an absolute breeze only a few short months ago. Pregnancies and workplaces really don’t mix. So now I"m home and just waiting for the inevitable to happen. I am slowly scrubbing my way trough the house (yes, the nesting insitnt has finally hit, miracle of miracles) and have even got my bag moslty packed. Themost important thing, ironically, was this laptop which I inherited off my sister. It only boots up about half the time, but otherwise works well enough to connect to the internet. I should be able to take it to the hospital and keep in touch with you all through both e-mail and the NG as it has its own internal modem as well. Still, I"m enjoying typing like that chick in Sex and the City, in bed or wherever) and I can finally have Shmogg in my lap as I type. Poor grey furry beast, his life isn’t going to get any easier in the next few months and I do worry about how he’ll cope with a newborn inthe house. I think Fluffy willbemore than fine as long as she can mother the abre puppy as well, but Shmogg’s grump will most likely get in the way of actually bonding to the screaming, pooing creature. Nothing much I can do for him except give him extra attention now, whcih I’m trying to do. We even play with the red big each night before bed. Well, the tired phase has hit, and I"ve learnt not to ignore them. Thanks for keeping me company in the dead of night. The bext awake perios will see me uploading thi and downloading all my newsgroups to work off-line. I am wondering why on earth I didn’t get a laptop before this! Purrs, Yowie
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things to say about OT: Yowlet Update 26th March: Well, not so much insomnia as perhaps my new sleeping pattern, I am *awake* at every 3 hours, and also fall asleep in the opposite 3 hour phase. And this goes on all day, so I have lots of small naps. In one way its really frustrating, there’s not all that much to do at 5 in the morning, its still dark and its the nadir of tv entertainment. But now I have a laptop so I’m sitting in bed typing this. (This may explain why my typing has suddenly got a different style, they keybpard is different)
I *was* wondering about the creative spelling. — "Don’t mess with major appliances unless you know what you are doing (or unless your life insurance policy is up-to-date)." – John, RCFL
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Its 5:18 am here in the land down under and the insomnia has struck again. Well, not so much insomnia as perhaps my new sleeping pattern, I am *awake* at every 3 hours, and also fall asleep in the opposite 3 hour phase. And this goes on all day, so I have lots of small naps. In one way its really frustrating, there’s not all that much to do at 5 in the morning, its still dark and its the nadir of tv entertainment. But now I have a laptop so I’m sitting in bed typing this. (This may explain why my typing has suddenly got a different style, they keybpard is different) Shmogg has been pretty good about my strange chang eof sleeping habits, but then again he’s used to having cat-naps between his other activitie sof eating and being grumpy. Seems I"m more like a cat at the moment than at any other time of my life. Especially the grumpy. I had to stop work this week. I was planning to stop work at the end of next week, although I have to admit I was absolutley *exhausted* and its actually a relief to have a medical reason as to why I’m not there. My boss has been wonderful, but being male, has absolutley no appreciation as to what sort of toll late pregnancy put son the human body. Especially as this month’s work has been all in the lab rather than the office. I probably could have coped with anohter month of office work (after all, there’s an air conditioner in there and we have t1 broadband, even if they do monitor it) but for he last week and a half, I’ve spent most of the day on my feet, which meant that I got home and just went to bed. Poor old Joel has been incredibly wonderful during this time, but even he has his limits. Its not like I turned into a lazy couch potato in the last month but rather, after a day’s work, I had barely enough energy to drag my sorry arse to tbe bathroom, let alone get all the reorganisation, cleaning, sorting and cooking required for the imminant arrival of anohter life in the house. The doc was concerned about my blood pressure which is 130/90 and still going up. I have been on tablets for it since pregnancy, but it shouldn’t be going up like this. Which is why he told me to go home and rest (hahahah). The baby is already big enough to come out, at 34 week he was already 6 pounds 4 ounces. I have a very storng hunch that by next week (38 weeks) I’ll be induced, just so that my blood pressure isn’t dangerously high and so that I don’t have to give birth to a giant. I could of cours ebe horribly wrong, but if I have to go to 40 weeks I"m going to go mad with boredom at home. Its not like I can actually do all that much, and the word "comfortable" has been deleted from my dictionary. On Monday, he dropped, or, to put it more technically, became engaged (by the obs visit on Tuesday, he was 6cm engaged). He did it the middle of one of those terribly important meetings. Aprantly my face went white and I jsut left the room. It hurt! I raced to the toilets, only to discover that they were closed for painting. Now, if I was in any way rational, I would have realised that htere were two other perfecty good toilets within 50 metres, but the brain was quite sure I was in the middle of labour or something and after going through several nervous loops outside the toilets, I thought "sod it, I"m going in" and ignored all sorts of osigns and safety procedures. But the paint was quite dry – and had been for a t least a week, the painters had just forgotten to take their signs down (its only the lady’s toilet after all, the gent’s loo was in perfect working order). The horrid "being rent asunder" passed after a few minutes, and I returnd to the meeting, only to fall asleep a few minutes later. Thankfully I am so darn obviously pregnant I don’t have o explain my behaviour to anyone anymore, they *know*, but it still feels like I’m letting the side down my taking all this time off work, falling asleep at meetings and being physically unable to do what was an absolute breeze only a few short months ago. Pregnancies and workplaces really don’t mix. So now I"m home and just waiting for the inevitable to happen. I am slowly scrubbing my way trough the house (yes, the nesting insitnt has finally hit, miracle of miracles) and have even got my bag moslty packed. Themost important thing, ironically, was this laptop which I inherited off my sister. It only boots up about half the time, but otherwise works well enough to connect to the internet. I should be able to take it to the hospital and keep in touch with you all through both e-mail and the NG as it has its own internal modem as well. Still, I"m enjoying typing like that chick in Sex and the City, in bed or wherever) and I can finally have Shmogg in my lap as I type. Poor grey furry beast, his life isn’t going to get any easier in the next few months and I do worry about how he’ll cope with a newborn inthe house. I think Fluffy willbemore than fine as long as she can mother the abre puppy as well, but Shmogg’s grump will most likely get in the way of actually bonding to the screaming, pooing creature. Nothing much I can do for him except give him extra attention now, whcih I’m trying to do. We even play with the red big each night before bed. Well, the tired phase has hit, and I"ve learnt not to ignore them. Thanks for keeping me company in the dead of night. The bext awake perios will see me uploading thi and downloading all my newsgroups to work off-line. I am wondering why on earth I didn’t get a laptop before this! Purrs, Yowie
Yowie, Keep on taking those naps – and keeping in touch. I suspect it won’t be much longer. IIRC, it usually isn’t more than about a week after the baby drops before delivery, and it can be less. Rest as much as you can, even if it is hard to do, because you’ll need all the energy you can muster later on. Good thoughts and purrs, Joy
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Yowie, dear, don’t want to add to your vague anxiety but please cool it with the "cleaning" mania since confined to your dwelling….I believe doc was concerned re a condition called toxemia (no, you don’t have it, he would have known) which could eventually arise from continued blood pressure soarings (like: up and up). Please check with doc and see if he doesn’t wish you to just veg around now and wait, pretty much, and get out of the "spic-and-spar" mode…..
: Its 5:18 am here in the land down under and the insomnia has struck again. : : Well, not so much insomnia as perhaps my new sleeping pattern, I am *awake* : at every 3 hours, and also fall asleep in the opposite 3 hour phase. And : this goes on all day, so I have lots of small naps. In one way its really : frustrating, there’s not all that much to do at 5 in the morning, its still : dark and its the nadir of tv entertainment. But now I have a laptop so I’m : sitting in bed typing this. (This may explain why my typing has suddenly got : a different style, they keybpard is different) Shmogg has been pretty good : about my strange chang eof sleeping habits, but then again he’s used to : having cat-naps between his other activitie sof eating and being grumpy. : Seems I"m more like a cat at the moment than at any other time of my life. : Especially the grumpy. : : I had to stop work this week. I was planning to stop work at the end of next : week, although I have to admit I was absolutley *exhausted* and its actually : a relief to have a medical reason as to why I’m not there. My boss has been : wonderful, but being male, has absolutley no appreciation as to what sort of : toll late pregnancy put son the human body. Especially as this month’s work : has been all in the lab rather than the office. I probably could have coped : with anohter month of office work (after all, there’s an air conditioner in : there and we have t1 broadband, even if they do monitor it) but for he last : week and a half, I’ve spent most of the day on my feet, which meant that I : got home and just went to bed. Poor old Joel has been incredibly wonderful : during this time, but even he has his limits. Its not like I turned into a : lazy couch potato in the last month but rather, after a day’s work, I had : barely enough energy to drag my sorry arse to tbe bathroom, let alone get : all the reorganisation, cleaning, sorting and cooking required for the : imminant arrival of anohter life in the house. : : The doc was concerned about my blood pressure which is 130/90 and still : going up. I have been on tablets for it since pregnancy, but it shouldn’t be : going up like this. Which is why he told me to go home and rest (hahahah). : The baby is already big enough to come out, at 34 week he was already 6 : pounds 4 ounces. I have a very storng hunch that by next week (38 weeks) : I’ll be induced, just so that my blood pressure isn’t dangerously high and : so that I don’t have to give birth to a giant. I could of cours ebe horribly : wrong, but if I have to go to 40 weeks I"m going to go mad with boredom at : home. Its not like I can actually do all that much, and the word : "comfortable" has been deleted from my dictionary. : : On Monday, he dropped, or, to put it more technically, became engaged (by : the obs visit on Tuesday, he was 6cm engaged). He did it the middle of one : of those terribly important meetings. Aprantly my face went white and I jsut : left the room. It hurt! I raced to the toilets, only to discover that they : were closed for painting. Now, if I was in any way rational, I would have : realised that htere were two other perfecty good toilets within 50 metres, : but the brain was quite sure I was in the middle of labour or something and : after going through several nervous loops outside the toilets, I thought : "sod it, I"m going in" and ignored all sorts of osigns and safety : procedures. But the paint was quite dry – and had been for a t least a week, : the painters had just forgotten to take their signs down (its only the : lady’s toilet after all, the gent’s loo was in perfect working order). The : horrid "being rent asunder" passed after a few minutes, and I returnd to the : meeting, only to fall asleep a few minutes later. Thankfully I am so darn : obviously pregnant I don’t have o explain my behaviour to anyone anymore, : they *know*, but it still feels like I’m letting the side down my taking all : this time off work, falling asleep at meetings and being physically unable : to do what was an absolute breeze only a few short months ago. Pregnancies : and workplaces really don’t mix. : : So now I"m home and just waiting for the inevitable to happen. I am slowly : scrubbing my way trough the house (yes, the nesting insitnt has finally hit, : miracle of miracles) and have even got my bag moslty packed. Themost : important thing, ironically, was this laptop which I inherited off my : sister. It only boots up about half the time, but otherwise works well : enough to connect to the internet. I should be able to take it to the : hospital and keep in touch with you all through both e-mail and the NG as it : has its own internal modem as well. Still, I"m enjoying typing like that : chick in Sex and the City, in bed or wherever) and I can finally have Shmogg : in my lap as I type. Poor grey furry beast, his life isn’t going to get any : easier in the next few months and I do worry about how he’ll cope with a : newborn inthe house. I think Fluffy willbemore than fine as long as she can : mother the abre puppy as well, but Shmogg’s grump will most likely get in : the way of actually bonding to the screaming, pooing creature. Nothing much : I can do for him except give him extra attention now, whcih I’m trying to : do. We even play with the red big each night before bed. : : Well, the tired phase has hit, and I"ve learnt not to ignore them. Thanks : for keeping me company in the dead of night. The bext awake perios will see : me uploading thi and downloading all my newsgroups to work off-line. I am : wondering why on earth I didn’t get a laptop before this! : : Purrs, : : Yowie : :
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Its 5:18 am here in the land down under and the insomnia has struck again. Well, not so much insomnia as perhaps my new sleeping pattern, I am *awake* at every 3 hours, and also fall asleep in the opposite 3 hour phase. And this goes on all day, so I have lots of small naps. In one way its really frustrating, there’s not all that much to do at 5 in the morning, its still dark and its the nadir of tv entertainment. But now I have a laptop so I’m sitting in bed typing this. (This may explain why my typing has suddenly got a different style, they keybpard is different) Shmogg has been pretty good about my strange chang eof sleeping habits, but then again he’s used to having cat-naps between his other activitie sof eating and being grumpy. Seems I"m more like a cat at the moment than at any other time of my life. Especially the grumpy. I had to stop work this week. I was planning to stop work at the end of next week, although I have to admit I was absolutley *exhausted* and its actually a relief to have a medical reason as to why I’m not there. My boss has been wonderful, but being male, has absolutley no appreciation as to what sort of toll late pregnancy put son the human body. Especially as this month’s work has been all in the lab rather than the office. I probably could have coped with anohter month of office work (after all, there’s an air conditioner in there and we have t1 broadband, even if they do monitor it) but for he last week and a half, I’ve spent most of the day on my feet, which meant that I got home and just went to bed. Poor old Joel has been incredibly wonderful during this time, but even he has his limits. Its not like I turned into a lazy couch potato in the last month but rather, after a day’s work, I had barely enough energy to drag my sorry arse to tbe bathroom, let alone get all the reorganisation, cleaning, sorting and cooking required for the imminant arrival of anohter life in the house. The doc was concerned about my blood pressure which is 130/90 and still going up. I have been on tablets for it since pregnancy, but it shouldn’t be going up like this. Which is why he told me to go home and rest (hahahah). The baby is already big enough to come out, at 34 week he was already 6 pounds 4 ounces. I have a very storng hunch that by next week (38 weeks) I’ll be induced, just so that my blood pressure isn’t dangerously high and so that I don’t have to give birth to a giant. I could of cours ebe horribly wrong, but if I have to go to 40 weeks I"m going to go mad with boredom at home. Its not like I can actually do all that much, and the word "comfortable" has been deleted from my dictionary. On Monday, he dropped, or, to put it more technically, became engaged (by the obs visit on Tuesday, he was 6cm engaged). He did it the middle of one of those terribly important meetings. Aprantly my face went white and I jsut left the room. It hurt! I raced to the toilets, only to discover that they were closed for painting. Now, if I was in any way rational, I would have realised that htere were two other perfecty good toilets within 50 metres, but the brain was quite sure I was in the middle of labour or something and after going through several nervous loops outside the toilets, I thought "sod it, I"m going in" and ignored all sorts of osigns and safety procedures. But the paint was quite dry – and had been for a t least a week, the painters had just forgotten to take their signs down (its only the lady’s toilet after all, the gent’s loo was in perfect working order). The horrid "being rent asunder" passed after a few minutes, and I returnd to the meeting, only to fall asleep a few minutes later. Thankfully I am so darn obviously pregnant I don’t have o explain my behaviour to anyone anymore, they *know*, but it still feels like I’m letting the side down my taking all this time off work, falling asleep at meetings and being physically unable to do what was an absolute breeze only a few short months ago. Pregnancies and workplaces really don’t mix. So now I"m home and just waiting for the inevitable to happen. I am slowly scrubbing my way trough the house (yes, the nesting insitnt has finally hit, miracle of miracles) and have even got my bag moslty packed. Themost important thing, ironically, was this laptop which I inherited off my sister. It only boots up about half the time, but otherwise works well enough to connect to the internet. I should be able to take it to the hospital and keep in touch with you all through both e-mail and the NG as it has its own internal modem as well. Still, I"m enjoying typing like that chick in Sex and the City, in bed or wherever) and I can finally have Shmogg in my lap as I type. Poor grey furry beast, his life isn’t going to get any easier in the next few months and I do worry about how he’ll cope with a newborn inthe house. I think Fluffy willbemore than fine as long as she can mother the abre puppy as well, but Shmogg’s grump will most likely get in the way of actually bonding to the screaming, pooing creature. Nothing much I can do for him except give him extra attention now, whcih I’m trying to do. We even play with the red big each night before bed. Well, the tired phase has hit, and I"ve learnt not to ignore them. Thanks for keeping me company in the dead of night. The bext awake perios will see me uploading thi and downloading all my newsgroups to work off-line. I am wondering why on earth I didn’t get a laptop before this! Purrs, Yowie
