The PESH Deli - No ESH left behind

[PerfectDromedary]

I have opened the virtual gin, found the Desperate Romantics and am about to start playing I've Never. Who's with me?

Yes, I am very glad everything is ok. It took so long, especially checking the heart, that I got a bit freaked out that something was wrong. It wasn't though, just bad angles making it difficult. Everything is very normal. Hooray.

Hooray!No longer Bob the Blob

here's to normality. well done Baby Bob and mum!

So glad all fine at your scan Muser

Congrats Muse. We also had to wait ages to get the heart measurements, was v nerve wracking. Contrary little blighters aren't they!

Well done to Muser and the Boblet - I love it that he's sort of showing a stubborn little personality already,although obviously 'tis un-nice to be jabbed

Bob definitely doesn't like to be scanned, wouldn't lie down for the 12 week scan either. I figure either (a)Bob is a boy and, like his dad, wants to sleep until noon. Or (b) Bob is a girl and, like her mum, doesn't want to be snapped without her mascara.

Alternatively (c) I am assigning characteristics on the basis of no evidence whatsoever.

Glad everything is normal, even if Bob wouldn't behave for the camera.

Muse Naughty Bob - but glad scan showed what it needed to in the end!

Twinks I haven't been around for ages, so sorry to be so late in congratulating on good news. I'm very, very pleased for you.

Cunty Am contemplating homebirth - can you send your exciting birth story over? PerfectDromedary at gmail dot com should reach me.

Am really, really, really sad about the story on the March thread. I'm feeling really anxious about the next scan - it's just pregnancy hormones, right?

Hooray for Bob Muse - little monkey is giving you the run-around already

Yippee for Twinks....looking forward to getting to know you.

Am feeling insanely jealous of talk of mat leave . 12 weeks or, more precisely, 54 days taking into account Xmas & holidays.......sick of this job and bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.....

Yes Drom, it's hormones. Just remember, problems at this stage are really, really rare. When is your scan?

A week tomorrow To be fair, I heard the heartbeat and Berwhale is moving around a fair bit (sometimes encouraged by sugar and caffeine...) so I shouldn't feel panicky. I just want this stage to be OVER.

And I had a huge row with TNB on Sunday about homebirth/supportiveness/whether or not he liked our wedding (which happened almost two years ago and has NO bearing on other bits of argument).

Today is a shaky day.

I like the randomness of including the wedding there.

I think it's normal to be anxious before a scan. They are, after all, there to check for bad things and not just an opportunity to marvel at the baby. Although obviously that bit is ace.

But don't let it overwhelm you. Berwhale is going to be perfect.

dromdiddydromdrom 20 wk scan is both exhilerating and petrifying at the same time. You would not be normal human if you didn't have mixed feelings during the run up to the scan. Trooooooof.

Well done to Bob for hiding from dildocam!! Glad you are all ok and happy to have seen at least bits of the little chap/ess.

I am in denial about impending birth - can't be arsed to finish packing hospital bag let alone baby bag, have no homebirth stuff ready and fucking cleaner has broken the iron that I spent 4 days fixing last week with vinegar. Am really pissed off with her. Fucking iron is one of those steam generator jobbies that is really good. Now fucked and I have 2 HUGE baskets of ironing that need doing. ARRRGGHGHHGHGHGH.

Me, me, me, me.

Menkulling about consultant appointment on weds and don't feel like I can make a decision about HB or Carmen Suite until then. Part of me thinks, fuck it let's just go to hospital and given that I haven't even bought a pool yet - you could say sub consciously I have made this decision.

Have got no get up and go in me today. Vile mood. Sorry.

Yay for scan showing everything is a-okay, lovely Muse :) Cheeky little Bob playing hide and seek, eh? I think we all know who's going to LOVE a game of peekaboo when they're out

Big smooch for Drom on her shaky day. Am also loving the randomness of liking the wedding in a row I accused TYF of calling me ugly yesterday because he said I look lovely without make-up. Even I accept it makes no sense.

Question for the Vom Gang - I know everyone feels shite with the sick, but does/did anyone else find it so fucking painful in their solar plexus (or whatever it is at the top of the tum that controls vomming)? The pain almost brings me to tears at times. Can handle feeling bleeurgh okay, but not this pain. Although, ironically, I seem to have stopped getting travel sickness. How does that even work?!

I was intrigued honey by the thought of repairing a household electrical appliance with vinegar. Would it work on our DVD player, do you think? And Drom our wedding sometimes rears its head in rows and it was eight years ago. Scorps you know the answer is to sit in the car for 9 months in that case.

Glad Bob's ok, Muse, though ouch to the jabbing. Sometimes it's hard to be a woman, wa wa wa wa wahhh

I can't drive, waaah! Am just going to have to ride buses all day and night!

Scorps I accuse MrM of calling me all sorts of things when he's done nothing of the sort. Although he deserved it the other day. I said I wanted a dressing gown for winter that would accommodate a bump but wasn't sure what to get.

PESHters, he sent me back a picture of a yurt.

I would have kicked him in the balls, but would like to try and give Bob a sibling at some point.

Am slightly worried that Muse might actually be married to my Dad...

Anyone with advice on the pain? Anyone? Anyone?

Oh, pain. Yes. Is it when you throw up or always? It used to hurt while I was throwing up, but it wasn't constant. I would take it as a perfect reason to go back to the GP and say: OI, fuckface, give me some tablets.

OK have cheered up slightly thanks to crisps, salsa and half a glass of wine. Packed baybee bag and chosen a new iron to go and buy tomorrow morning before the cleaner turns up and I order her down into the cellar to iron for 4 hours (joke: I am actually too nice and make her eat cake when I see her. She is very thin).

Aries the vinegar tip has worked up until now (it's amazing what and who you'll find on t'interweb) - you flush it through your iron instead of water and gets rid of all brown shite. However, having flushed 4 bottles through much to the pained faces of husband and dog trying to watch TV with me creating the environment of an acidic turkish bath in our living room, I have failed. Never mind, new iron it is then.

Drom we've rowed like cat and dog at points. There is definitely something about men just not realising quite what's going on until you're about to give birth. The penny really only dropped when I forced Mr Moo into doing a) ante natal classes and b) trying on the Baby Bjorn. I think he realised that being a dad might not just involve him bouncing cute cooing thing on his knee whilst he reorders his iTunes archive. :)

scorpo tis the relaxin hormone not allowing your muscle around there to close properly - makes you get heartburn, also really hurts me to drink too hot liquids there and probably throwing up too. It's shit. I can only offer the support of keeping Rennies by the bed further down the road...

I have never heard of brown stuff in the iron, moo. I suspect that's to with me rarely having ironed

Sounds like it's muscular, Scorps. You get that when you have food poisoning and have vommed all night . I can't think of anything to suggest - sorry

Anyway, I don't know what I'm doing here. Sorry. Must go back to the Other Thread where we're mooing as we are cows.

It's not heartburn (the fearsome jalfrezi I necked last night can attest to that not being one of my problems ), it's like the pain you get when you vomit violently and your solar plexus is going mental, except that I have it EVERY SINGLE FUCKING SECOND OF THE DAY. I'm even aware of it at times in my dreams! Eating doesn't stop it hurting, it just reduces the nausea for, oooh, 4 minutes tops.

Mentioned it to the GP but she said I was just unlucky and it wasn't serious. She's probably right, but it's truly hellish. It's like a combination of being violently punched in my solar plexus and the pain of being starving every single second! Gawd, am sorry for moaning on so, but there's no escape from it. Dunno what the Docs could do, as the problem is the severe pain, not the nausea or vomiting (they're rubbish but pretty standard. I fully accept that the nausea and sickness on their own don't merit medical intervention). As I've said before, I've always had a dicky tum and can tolerate feeling bleeurgh better than most, but not constant agony!

Clearly Aries you have never ironed a pale garment in a hurry because you have an important interview/meeting/wedding/whatever. Guaranteed that the iron will immediately splurt brown gunk all over the garment, especially if it is a delicate fabric.