The PESH deli - where the goal is to get a nice holiday/back in the saddle

[skihorse]

I haz made new fred.

cas your stats make my 1:820 or whatever it was look really worrying

ski what does NQOC mean? I think, personally, if your mother cannot support and show an interest whatever and regardless of your circumstances, you should cut her the hell loose. Easier said than done I know, but honestly, do you want that sort of shiz in your life?

cunty don't worry about it - low risk is low risk. I have no idea where they get those high numbers from. And I still worry a bit, because my friend was the "1" in her risk ratio.

yes, ski, what does it stand for?

Starting to get some low down pelvic pain too . Typical - just set out definitively what I'd like birth plan to be, then next day whammo, SPD

cunty

from my very limited experience, sticking to the advice about body position etc really limits/stops the pain. I only hurt if I stand/walk for too long, or sit cross-legged or with them bent to the side and so on. And when I sit with my arse cheeks firmly planted on the sofa/desk chair for too long.(hence choosing to work in bed - sitting up by with bolster under knees) But anyway...

I don't think SPD should affect your planned birth unless it becomes severe - like for Pony. I was told by the physio this week that I will not even notice any SPD pain in labour because the pain of labour itself is so intense! (But if I have trouble spreading my legs SFF must tell them about it).

Please ask MW for a physio referral - then you can join the awful body stocking gang.

ski I'm seriously shocked at your mother. Does she have a permanent cat's bum mouth expression? I almost can't believe I am saying this, but could it be that I have finally found someone whose mother is worse than mine? I mean, let me get this straight - you are living together in a committed relationship, you have been ttc and it was actually successful, and she can't be happy for you (or at least pretend to be)?

Here's my best suggestions. You now have power in a way that you haven't had before, because you are the gate keeper between her and her grand child. Don't ever forget that! You can force the relationship to be on your terms - otherwise she doesn't get to see Julian/Juliana. The other tool in your arsenal is competition. How do you get on with jailbait's parents? A bit of "Oh, and the Baits are doing such and such for us, isn't that kind of them?" works really well for me. You can even make stuff up in order to demonstrate the kind of behaviour or contact that you think is acceptable. You know, they are paying for a nanny or cleaner, sending vouchers for shop X, not visiting until we say so, etc.

My suggestion for the photo is facial tattoos by the way - always a hit with the MIL. And gush about how he's dying to meet her because he's so excited to be the father of her grand child. That should get the cat's bum mouth twitching.

Yes we are in the middle of nowhere, and yes it is annoying that we seem to have 1920s style access and services. But it is really pretty... And yes, I would have put the food outside (in a fox-proof container) last night except they originally told us the power would be back on shortly after midnight. I'm not entirely stoopid.

casp Doesn't get much better than that on the stats. Well done little baby ghosty. And the judgey pants! It's a real eye opener isn't it? My first appointment at the hospital I transferred from last time involved a waiting room full of the woman you described. I did wonder whether that was why they seemed to be communicating with me as though I was 17 and semi-literate.

cunty Noooo! But listen to caspy, she speaks wise words. Adjusting posture and avoiding aggravating activites are the best things to do. And please get an appt with a physio.

Going to give it a week and see what happens, then phone MW if no better. Can't decide if I'm being a bit feeble or whether its a warning sign - and I'm wearing what amounts to high heeled clogs (i.e. boots, but they have hard soles and heels) so every step is hurting right in my undercarriage.

Will not wear these boots for the next week and see if I get relief from that.

pony You're right, it is on my terms - I've already told my sister to "do one" as I don't need her in this child's life. My mother is erm... "difficult" to say the very least.

NQOC = Not Quite Our Class

I'm picturing Margot Ledbetter here.

ski some moms are less than optimal. The rule is that if they are annoying, then you give them respect and give them a bit of what adult children give to their parents, but if they are evil/destructive then you keep contact to a bear minimum and try not to fuel their fire. My best friend (the one diffed with her 6th) has always dealt with a very judgemental mother - everytime news of diffment reached her she had hurtful things to say (For her 3rd: What? Are you having a litter? You know you're not a cat, right???) So there are bad pennies out there, but you get to make the call on how much you let them into your life and affect your life.

pony we had a power cut day after Christmas last year for 18 hours or so. We never opened the fridge and freeze - all food survived intact, ice cream was a little "alpine slopy" by then, but it was ok. I agree with ski if it's colder outside, set up a box for food. (no bears, I presume???) But with the genys are you now restored to full power?

Judgey pants are tricky things, we all have them, obv. but I think the trick is to know when to show them off and how. Afterall, if we just have them and never talk about them, what good do they do? On the other hand if they are showed off too much or we don't give other adults some leeway to make their own decisions and mistakes, we end up being the crotchity old farts who hate everything! I try for the high-center ground, when possible.

Casp lovely to hear such long shot odds - I hope that is music to your ears!

x-post with whole second page for some odd reason... I was thinking of fox, but I thought that might be too stereotypical English countryside.

fanks for letting me hide out in here PESHlets.

Have decided to continue wearing judgey pant ans strive to become a crotchety old fart

MW just called - spina bifida risk low too.

Yay, for the sprog of the crotchity old fart-to be!

high-soggy-center!

Just purged everything that does not fit from my wardrobe and I think it's fair to say my hips thighs and arse are growing as much as my belly . And I haven't even started on all the summer stuff that's till tucked away from last year.

Now to decide which bits to hold on to for after July and which to get rid of now, to prevent the heartbreak than comes from them never fitting again...

Hope you are all having a good weekend. I'm doing housework and have the delights of the supermarket to look forward to. And the rugby, but after last week I am limiting my expectations.

Crotchety grump.

WINTER OLYMPICS!!!! ROLL ON SNOWBOARDING MAYHEM!!!

I have been out walking the dogs and feeding bread to the baby goats in the snow. They are sooooo cute!

Burst in to tears on the way home from the dog walk when I realised I didn't have the energy to walk to the supermarket afterwards... one dog walk and that's me done.

Am now on couch for winter olympics, bring it on!

bah, I'm sticking to rugby (see FB for my OMG revelation - made my day. saddo. can't talk about it here.)

ski sorry you feel poo. I've still not made it to the supermarket....

Curly's revelation in full:

I've had sex with number 3, 7, 9, 11, 10 (Scotland)

Most of the Welsh boys + Robin McBride and his shiny red laptop.

Was that an attempt to cheer me up as things turn from great to bleak?

Actually it was 4, 7, and 10

FFS

I feel it... jaibait is currently ranting and has just turned the TV off. The words "fucking nobs" and "fucking Scotland" and once again "fucking nobs"...

right, fuck it all.

Walk dog
Go to supermarket
Dodge welshies

arrggggg!

curly well you give me a run for my money. I have merely kissed one internationl rugby superstar captain (not saying which one, or when this was) (but Princes Di would have been v jealous) (had she not been recently deaded at the time).

I'll take your shagging random rugby players and raise you a member of the family that will be playing for England (or Ireland if he fancies) in 5 years time