PESH Deli - Taking the B out of BESH

[skihorse]

A new thread for the gabbers.

Hopefully we will find out during the course of this thread whether dear cheggers has laid a baybee or two yet!

My dog is ginger (well golden), does that count?

OK 7 weeks on Monday, can I expect the attendant MS to get any worse d'you think? I am literally eating like a fecking pig all day long. I am a fat bloater already.

pandy I meant to say I showed MrP the photo of you in your 'office' and he drooled. I said "Isn't that lovely?" and he said "Wait a minute, I'm busy looking at the plane controls trying to work out what she's flying."
Yes, he is geek amateur PRUNE website addict who flew a few Cessnas years ago.
As opposed to me who merely used to jump out of them. (Now who's the loon?)

I've had a horrible night, awoke at 4 after a horrible dream involving a blue baby and having asked someone else to look after mine. Clearly I'm going to have "trust" issues.

This morning jailbait has been able to feel the baby kick and we've actually seen my tummy move . Now I've got it in to my head that something is going wrong because he's moving "too" much and I'm scared it's all going wrong. I need reassurance if any of our experts have any!

I am no expert. Actually, I am no expert in anything, except food consumption at present.

However, if this is any reassurance, I am finding that each week of preggo brings new excitement which is battered down by a new worry or anxiety, then i swing back to the other stat of mind and vice versa, which must be normal for sure?

honey my ms started at 6wks. I have not been ill but in the first week I felt really really bad but seem to have eaten my way thru it. A couple of times I have felt like death and have figured its due to getting over tired or not eating the right thing or enough.

My ms seems worse on work days, at w'end when at home, its nowhere near as bad! Me, crazy? Ya!

Pony, to put him out of his misery it is a Boeing 767. But he probably knew that I wanted to take DD on so many trips with me, but they changed the staff travel rules shortly after she was born so my mum can't travel with her unless they both pay the full fare. Which kind of defeats the object of staff travel. OH came with us on the trip in the pic. We went to the Bahamas, and DD loved the beach, it was her first time on one. I was paranoid ginger-child mother making sure she was covered up all the time in baking heat. It sticks in my mind as being the time I stopped breastfeeding her - she got her teeth late and discovered they made fabulous tools for hanging on with while jerking her head round violently to look at everything! Ouch. OH was a bit pathetic during the flights - it was the first time he had spent more than a couple of hours entirely responsible for her. Until then either I had been at home, or my mum had been there to help. He was so exhausted by a trip to the Bahamas, the poor thing, that I had to drive home (after flying all night) and then I had to sit up with DD while he had an afternoon kip too. Men!

Ah, yes, first-timers! Your man will dote on you, worship you, make you unlimited cups of tea, yet be completely unable to look after the baybee for more than 10 minutes with either supervision or panicking

I went out last night, second time this week. I've had lots of lunches with friends too this week, and ma having a dinner party tonight. Hurray! After 2 and a half years I have my social life back. Surely this is just a poke in the eye by life, reminding me that this is what real life is like when you are not having babies. Why has it chosen now to remind me of this?

Silver I am so with you. At the weekend I can happily lie in bed whinging and asking for toast and the dog to be brought up to me, he he. But at work I am like I MUST HAVE TOAST AND PEANUT BUTTER NOW!!!! I literally stuff myself for fear of the alternative.

I was i a meeting yesterday where I realised that there was no way I could get out. That was scary. Plus they were passing round savoury treats in a sweaty tupperware box whihc made me want to yak.

Am I allowed peanut butter? I'm finding it very helpful and justifying it on the grounds it's apparently low GI.

Weird to think it's mother's day tomorrow huh.

honeymoo I think of the PESH girls I've had the worst sickness and spent my xmas hols on the sofa sobbing. I was 12+ weeks when I went to the doctor and begged for something to help and he gave me a prescription - and told me not to take them every day and only take them on an adhoc as needed basis. They worked a treat. By 17 weeks the nausea had passed although I'm still barfing 2-3 times a week, but that's really not so bad - you feel sick, you puke and 10 minutes later it's all forgotten. Fingers crossed you'll be one of the ones for whom it all disappears at 12 weeks - at which point of course you'll worry that something's wrong!

pandora I actually trust jailbait with the baby. He looks after me, the dogs and big orange horse without breaking any of us so I think he's in with a fair chance.

"First of well done pan with the getting in H&H! I would love to go hunting and think horse would love it, tho horse is definitely not fit enough and probably not best thing for a preggo to have a bash at."

HA BLOODY HA

Look, for those who missed it, I'm not going to mention this again but the several snarky hunting comments I've written recently are simply coz months ago I got into "some trouble" for mentioning on the BESH thread that I was totally pissed at Lush for bringing out a product which they were donating profits to the hunt sabs. I then got "somewhat" slated for being an evil baybee-eating animal-hating the-whole-world-has-gone-mad nutter. Now my original gripe was that Lush were supporting a pseudo-terrorist group just for the exposure and PR, I didn't even put anything about my views on hunting. After all, if they really wanted to do something positive towards stopping hunting, surely there's a better place to send it than the sabs who are clearly not exactly animal friendly themselves (remember barbed wire in fences/holes dug to trip horses/the infamous gyrocopter "let's see how many horses will bolt and people will die" episode). But that wasn't good enough. Anything remotely NOT anti-hunting meant I was evil cruel, horrid and generally just a nasty person. Whereas actually the work I do includes an awful lot of pro-animal-rights work for stuff where animals are actually in trouble, and I find it totally frustrating that so far everyone I know other than one person who is a strict veggie who is against fox hunting is quite happy to eat battery chicken, eggs and pork , wear clothes made in sweat shops and live their lives with no concern for the damage done elsewhere in the world (eg buying products made from rainforest palm oil when there are alternatives = let's all destroy the world from the inside out and murder all the animals at the same time). Makes no sense to me...

Not that I hold a grudge at all .

But I did get some support from several people too, here and in t'other place, which I sincerely appreciated.

So, moving on.

ski clearly, himself moving a lot is a good thing

ginger stuff enough already. . I've had to live with a slightly different version of this for too long (family names as opposed to hair which clearly is gorgeous) and it has V bad connotations. LC is still stuck with it

GRR @ man doting on you. sigh I'm feeling a bit resentful this morning, not towards lovely YOB but just hormonal I guess, and upset coz LC's with twat features "Mr G" and I miss him. Getting the odd flash-back again (but better than the PTSD that I had to deal with last year). Bloody horrible bloody men bloody crap men bloody.

cats load of crap, excuse the pun. FFS, cuddle your poor cat. I mean FFS. Really. Your doc's an idiot. Bloody hell.

iggsie I did have a pony cast and badly injured years ago. Since then I've been a bank fiend but it may or may not make a difference, I don't know

pee I did teach a pony to pee in a bucket once (gelding, wouldn't want to try it with a mare!). It worked ok - he peed if it was there but not if it wasn't. My grandfather went too far, he mostly stabled his horse, a 17.2 Grade B showjumper so biiiig lad, big bladder, and to save bedding he taught him this (he's where I go the idea from) but he did it too well and had to go out to him quite frequently to "pee" him if he was stabled! Funny seeing a horse cross his legs LOL. Fortunately horse was stabled at his house. Saved a fortune on bedding.

LOL ski at G pooing in water. Feeling for you too, esp if it's an automatic waterer... not easy to clean!

igg I think it was you who mentioned increased movements? Yes, I've noticed it last few days too, but YOB hasn't managed to feel it yet. I have anterior placenta like cas so reduced ability to feel/see.

cas Yes, Stafford Showground. You know the area? I grew up in Staffs although I've not lived there since I was 17.

"It worked ok - he peed if it was there but not if it wasn't. "

I mean he peed in it if it was there and on the bedding if not.

Oh and LC was born with stunning huge chocolate brown eyes and enormous long eyelashes. I've got brown eyes which were the same gorgeous colour when I was small, and are now boring and dull faded browny hazel. Oh well. LC has grown into his huge eyes now so it's not so obvious, but close up his lashes are really long.

I just cried at Football Focus. Fucking hormones.

I think Rastus has flipped over. Getting unusual mini-pressure feelings in my diaphragm so either he's a got a massive head or he's bumping some lower appendage off my mid-carriage...

Ski lots of movement good I reckon.

I was rushing to answer the phone and went arse over tit big style onto tiled floor in kitchen. I grazed my knee and everything. Now I am panicing I have damaged the baybee. Totally irrational!

Cunty I cried too, the bit with the Ref in remission I presume?

Yeah it was so heartwarming

cokie aww poor you Hope you didn't hurt yourself too much. Don't worry about the baybee though. a) mot people don't carry them in their knees (irrationally want to write "nee" there just for iggs) and b) s/he's very well protected anyway so all will be fine

Fucking hormones is right, cunty. I'm being totally irrational and irritable today. Also ill which isn't helping (just a cold but I'm coughing a lot = wetting myself a lot ). YOB won't have the names discussion and I'm finding myself upset about it, as if it means he's not interested or something really stupid. As clearly he's already a doting dad of both LC and CS and every time he sees a scan of CS he's like the cat who's got the cream.

Someone give me a good kicking, please. It's lovely out there and I'm on the friggin computer.

Dare I say that I don't actually think i've been too hormal...

rots I tend to end up in the pavilion at Staffs County Ground once a year.(is less than an hour away from here) And at various other grounds now and then.

My wee girl is wriggle tastic at the moment. But SFF has yet to feel much. Just got booted in the bladder and will now have to go pee

rots have a kick in the arse (obv not in the tum tum) from me. I too am on the puter (clearly) while the little man has a nice long nap. I always want to play the name game, MrC usually plays it by suggesting the most ridiculous names and never taking it seriously. It bugs me too.

Thanks for reassurances about bayee not being in the nees and stuff. There is certainly plenty of protection too as I never managed to shift the muffin top/jelly belly from #1!

Thanks cokie glad to know I'm not alone!

I've had some weird mental images of birthing from knees... (ow).

LOL @ Jelly Belly. I had this fab idea. I thought, I'm not gonna bother shifting the "baby fat" (from my nearly 6 yr old). We're planning #2 so it will just be absorbed in to the bump. Twat I am, I now have a roll on top of my bump which just hangs down in a totally disgusting and unattractive way.

cas is that for work, in the pavilions?

Mother's day tomorrow, and the only kid in the house is the one in my tum tum, and even I think it's a bit unreasonable to be miffed he's not made me a card.

Missing my other baybee SOOOO much

And twat features is not answering his phone either so I can't even talk to him.

Right, I'm going to switch off this tv set computer and go and do something more interesting instead.

it is indeed for work rots. and if it's any consolation, I don't think the baybee in my tum will be getting me any gifts either

I have calmed down a bit. Julian was going absolutely mental - burpees perhaps? I'd just had a few orgasms though so maybe it all sort of contracts and he's screaming FFS mum! Then I happened to read an article in my practical parent magazine which said that when mum is happy and/or releasing endorphins that's when baby says yaaaaaaay and jumps around. I am feeling less guilty...

carrots I'm totally with you, all these pricks who are against hunting and buy L'Oreal, eat battery farmed meat, wear leather etc., etc. Hypocritical cunts. As for hurting hounds & horses? Hmmmn, murdering american abortion doctors anyone?

Why was Football Focus a weep-fest? I took jailbait to his rugby game today and he wasn't going to play as he had a stinking cold. I went back later having tarted myself up and it appeared that not only was he playing but playing for SHAPE rather than NATO. Poor mite is shagged, we went to the bar afterwards and now we're home watching the rugby. It's man-flue so is quite serious.

I'd rather give birth to a 12lb baybee through my foofoo than through my nee. I kneed my nees for skiing.

(The link between damaging what you protest to hold most dear is what I meant.)

you can sod off with your orgasm boasting ski

ski - one of the Premiership's referees was interviewed having been out of the game for a while with cancer, which is now in remission. Turns out his wife had only just gone into remission when he was diagnosed. Some footballers had sent supportive texts and whatnot and I think it just showed a bit of a softer side to the whole game and it was so lovely that it made me (and cokie ) weep real tears.

I'm not a heartless booted foof-kicker all of the time you know

God I love love love Austin Healy. That scarf!

I is watching a taped Masterchef whilst snaffling four potato skins, loaded with cheese and chives. Clearly this is a starter only.

ROTS I think the sabs are nutters, they have got it all wrong. I mean why hurt the horses/hounds if they are troo animal lovers? More like its used as an opportunity to have a pop at the toffs?

I heart Austin Healy too. In fact I wanted to call my first born Austin. Apparently he is a bit of a twat in real life though.