Squid, not ON the gym ball, I hope? Congrats on being full term!
LondonMrs, my Natal Hypno book, which I have been glued to for the last few evenings, tells me that if you relax your lips and jaw, it helps relax your sphincter muscles, so breathing out with floppy lips like a horse, and making horse noises as you blow the breath out (can't think of a better way to describe it) can help you poo. I tried it. It actually works
. I didn't realise that I was making the noises when I first read that section of the book though (this was before trying the technique when pooing), leading to an embarrassing moment with DH wondering if I was OK...
Elpis, phew, thanks for the reassurance!
Crazy, sending you a
. Hopefully tomorrow will be a new daya agin but tonight will be a better night.
I'm posting from work, naughty girl. It's so weird being in school but not teaching. I like having something other than pregnancy to focus on after a relentless 6 weeks of what felt like doing nothing but being pregnant (sorting nursery, stockpiling clothes, nappies, wipes, etc), but equally... working sucks! I have an enormously long to-do list but no motivation to actually DO any of it. And the baby keeps wriggling around and distracting me. Ah well. 2, maybe 3 weeks to go before I stop.
I did an aqua aerobics class at the gym last night. Never. Ever. Again. It was me, my preggers friend and lots of older, far less mobile women in a section of the pool. Next to the jacuzzi. Which was full of blokes laughing. Including our DHs, mine was in so much trouble when I got out. It just wasn't me, I wanted to shout to all the people watching "I ride a motorbike and go rock climbing you know, this isn't all I am". I guess I should get over myself, swallow my pride, all of that gubbins, but I already feel like I've lost a big chunk of my identity as those activities are not possible whilst pregnant, and bouncing around in the water was just a step (bounce?) too far. I'd so much rather have just swum lengths.
It's like a jacuzzi in this office, I'm melting. Grrr.