Friday, January 14

six months pregnant



Excuse the humidity hair. Melbourne is having a summer of monsoonal rains, which is nasty, but certainly preferable to the heartbreaking weather bringing devastation to large parts of Queensland. I'm glad from a purely selfish pregnancy perspective that it hasn't yet been a hot summer like last year's. The hottest day thus far was New Year's Eve when it got up to about 40. I was totally knackered. We had the nicest New Year I've had for a really long time, but our car broke down when I was driving it home on the Eastern Freeway at half past one in the morning. That was frightening.

I still haven't made the curtains, although we are slowly but surely getting a number of other household tasks of that sort done. We've both taken next week off work to knock off a few more jobs and to take a couple of days holiday, which I'm really looking forward to. We're going to the seaside and Dorian has booked us on a dolphin-swimming excursion. Apparently dolphins are very interested in pregnant women - they can detect babies with their sonar - so that'll be weird. I hope I don't come back a hippy, or obsessed with dolphins like Pat Mullins.

I'm doing OK with the gestational diabetes, I think. It's laborious, with the food prep, the exercise and the constant monitoring, and a bit pitiful with the dietary obsessiveness, but on the up side, I feel really well, and my various medical people say I'm controlling it well and things are progressing nicely. Between talking with my obstetrician today and generally putting two and two together, it seems inevitable that the baby will be born a week or two before the 40th week, so that's only three months off now. I've been able to feel him moving around in there for about a month now. The first movements were tiny little flutters but now it's like Plastic Bertrand is thumping around in my belly. Who'd have thought being kicked repeatedly in the guts could be so much fun?

Dorian misses out on this stuff of course but his unconscious finds ways to compensate. He dreamed that he was looking after the baby (who wasn't born yet) while I had to go somewhere, and he had the baby wrapped up in blankets inside a plastic bag. Dorian opened the bag to look at the baby and make sure he was ok and the baby spoke to him. What he said was, "I don't mind Basil." Which, as you may imagine, is a great relief to me.

13 comments:

elsewhere said...

You look fairly suave. I thought you were toasting but it turned out you were i-phoning instead.

Kerryn Goldsworthy said...

I LOL'd (!) in this very public cafe when I got to the last bit. You look gorgeous.

Zoe said...

Magnificent front on you. I can't wait to hear what happens with the dolphins

jac said...

Good to know Basil retains his rightful place. Will he help in naming the baby?

Mel said...

Surely the question is whether Basil minds the baby… There's no way that this won't sound creepy, but at times I have actually worried about whether Basil will feel he has been usurped…

Licytartan said...

Mel I'm worried about that too. Im hoping it will be ok. Certainly he'll get a bit less cuddling and attention, but on the plus side there will be someone at home all the time, which he really likes.

Jac, im afraid he didn't get a chance to prove himself helpful in that department. We already picked a name.

kKerryn Zoe and El, thanks. Even more front coming up soon.

Ann O'Dyne said...

am worried you may not stick with that name you've picked ... after you swim with FLIPPER!
lovely photo of your enceinte "glow'.
peace and love and best wishes

librarygirl said...

You look wonderful. So neat and glowing. I looked like a barrel with legs when with child.
Re cats and babies: our old cat Ivy was worried by the new creature in her territory when we bought the first one home and didn't like the crying (at first) and there was some weeing inside... then she got used to it. Didn't ever attempt to get into the baby bassinette.

Ampersand Duck said...

You are BEWDIFUL. Absolutely gorgeous. wow.

I thought you were saying that the baby liked the name Basil for himself, and I thought that might cause a few problems. But then my brain clicked into gear. Always takes a while :)

Another Outspoken Female said...

You and the lump are both looking lovely. Glad Basil has not been forgotten. Re Duckie's comment - have friends with an elderly cat called Jack...who named their son...Jack. It does happen!

zigsma said...

Wow! Look what happens when you don't visit someone's blog for a while (Sorry). Congratulations! And you look wonderful. I had Gest Diabetes too - so tedious. I ate a lot of Paradise Highland Oatmeal biscuits. Will be checking in here regularly.

xlpharmacy said...

So cute! I remember the first pregnant of my wife. It was like a combination between surprise and happiness.

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