Hi Guys
gracie you make me feel better! I'm sure I'll get organised as some point, I'm quite an obsessively organised person as it goes - have to be in my job with 6 shows on the go at once -but that sort of means I prioritise, and two months still seems like a long way off.. This is also the first baby in both our families spireal - there will be three sets of gps and 9 new aunts/uncles, not to mention great aunts/uncles, cousins etc, so we've agreed not to buy anything apart from essential clothes, knowing that we'll get inundated once lo arrives.
stac I started getting really bad pain in my hip when doing spoons, and I've never been fond of doggy style, as it just seems so impersonal to me. Maybe it's worth trying dh on top again with him carrying his weight. I was eyeing up the kitchen worktop the other day wondering if I sat on there it might be the right height...
I've also been way more lax with food over the last few weeks, mainly because I was travelling and getting fed up with not being able to eat anything on the menu. I've been drinking since 12 weeks - not masses obviously - but I was a pretty heavy drinker before (media darling) so one glass of wine a night is practically tee-total for me.
Had the midwife yesterday and turns out I'm rhesus negative - irritatingly I 'fell through the gaps' so there was lots of panicked calls to the hospital to organise Anti D injections and stuff. I was in a whirl - I've spent the last 7 months playing the odds - you know - only 25% of miscarriage, it'll be fine; only 2% of Downs, it'll be fine, and on and on, but there was only 15% chance of this, and I've got it, suddenly things look like they may not all be OK after all. And all I've been about since I got pg is protecting my LO, and until I get that anti D injection my body could be a danger to the little smidglet. I know the chance of that is miniscule, but I'm thinking twice about going and digging up the vegetable patch incase I get injured and my blood starts producing the dangerous anitgens.
It probably doesn't help that being so late into work yesterday meant I was still there at 8pm and DH was out on the town. By the time I got home I felt too tired to organise food, but knew I had to, so sat slumped in front of the TV until 10, trying to stir myself to venture to the kitchen, and when I finally did I just made rounds and rounds of gypsytoast which I ate in front of Supernany reruns - hardly a balanced meal.