Purrfectly Bizarre

I'd like to preface this entry by stating that the above photo was not my first choice. You wouldn't believe what comes up when you do a photo search for "cat+breastfeeding."

Last night I dreamt I had the baby. It was a cat. I tried breastfeeding it, but it wouldn't take to my nipple. I also attempted to take my "baby" to work to show it off, but the cat wouldn't allow anyone to hold it, it kept squirming and yeowling.

26 weeks!

Worry Wart

I had felt a definite decrease in baby movement over the past 4 days and went to see my midwife today for confirmation that there was still a baby in there. Of course there was, and I felt silly, but I needed to be reassured. Adam even gave the baby a talking-to last night, telling him/her that s/he didn't need to be stubborn like his/her mummy (ahem).

The baby has just repositioned him/herself so that s/he has its legs towards my back rather than the front. Of course, as soon as I stopped at Solly's for some bagels and cinnamon bun, the little thing started kicking me. Figures.

The cool thing is that mum and dad got to see where I go and hear the heartbeat. Pretty neat-o!

Songs to My Babe

I've taken to singing to the babe in the shower. I think my voice is less offensive in the tiled cavern that is our bathroom.



My great-aunt used to sing this to me when I was little. She'd make all the "putt putt" noises and whistles, even imitate the sound of the little baby fishie at the end of the song.






I also need somebody groovy, and love the Mamas and the Papas. By the way, Mama Cass did not choke on a sandwich and die.






Can't go wrong with Judy!






Another Auntie Mary tune. My poor kid is going to be about 70 years behind with music...I wouldn't want it any other way!

The Fetal Position

Before I was pregnant I slept in the left-sided Fetal position, usually waking up in the Soldier position. After reading through many how-to and what-not-to-do books and message boards, the message that OMG DO NOT SLEEP ON YOUR BACK YOU WILL SUFFOCATE YOUR BABY, I have really tried not to. The mister, when waking up in the middle night, will nudge me onto my side, where I have positioned one pillow to my left and one pillow between my legs (to avoid sciatia, apparently). I have quickly discovered that this baby DOES NOT LIKE the left-sided Fetal position, for s/he will start flipflopping, "Hey, mama! The placenta is no longer my pillow but a suffocating mass of life!" For the life of me, I just cannot fall asleep in a right-sided Fetal position, so I am now relegated to sleeping in a right-sided Yearner or Log position. I am still able to sleep at night at this point, so I'm grateful for that. I suppose in a few months I will long for the times I was a Log. When s/he is finally out and about in the world, I'm eating my rare steak and falling asleep as a Freefaller. Take that kiddo!

Are We Having Fun Yet?

23w5d

Having recently found out I was the successful applicant for my temporary (now permanent) full-time position at work, I have been worry-free regarding a job to return to and topped-up maternity benefits (thank you, union!). However, it seems that other classmates in our prenatal group have already registered their unborn offspring for daycare! I'm a bit slow on the take, figuring it will all work out, as things usually do.

Nesting Syndrome

This weekend marked the first (of most likely many) crazed nesting rampages I have thus far experienced in this pregnancy. I have rearranged almost every room, moving this here and that there, scrubbed and polished, swept and dusted. It's still not perfect, but it's much better than it was.

I'm sure I'm driving the mister batty with my cries of, "Not in my clean sink!" and "Where did this fingerprint come from?!" I truly can't help it -- it's uncontrollable. Thank goodness I work full-time, otherwise I'm sure I would tear this place apart this week.