Sick Kid

Yep, my poor little fella has come down with a cold. And just to make the day even better (NOT) I attempted to take him to a birthday party and we didn't even get halfway there before his motion sickness started. I hate seeing him sick like that, it's so hard to explain it to him. At least I've managed to notice the signs that it's about to occur, which means less panic and stress for him.

Ahh dear, poor little munchkin. All I want to do is cuddle up in bed with him and to make him feel better, but I really don't want to catch his lurgy. I managed to miss the last one he had so we'll see what happens this time, fingers crossed.

Change of plans

It seems that my plans for a stress and trouble free pregnancy and birth have gone out the window. In one foul swoop it's all turned to shit. My blood pressure is elevated. Baby is measuring big for gestation, he's also sitting in a breech position which evidently combined with his size could prove a problem sooner than it normally would. My glucose test is "expected" to come back high which will mean a fasting test and yet another trip to the hospital. All this combined with my BMI has shot me from low risk to high risk. So that means I have to see the hospital obstetricians every fortnight from now on, which isn't bad it's just a pain in the bum. The Obs clinic is always running late and with an active four year old in tow, it doesn't exactly make for a low stress trip to the hospital. Add to that the high chances of being admitted for monitoring, the whole situation has just got me stressed out.

After all the stuff that we've been through just to get pregnant, I had hoped that maybe things would be a little easier this time. Now I can't help but feel like it's fallen in a big heap. I told hubby today that I'd had this gut feeling that the end of the pregnancy would go pear shaped, that I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd either go into labour 4-5 weeks early or end up with a c-section, if not both. I know the only thing that matters is the health of our baby and I'll do what ever it takes to make sure he's ok. It just makes life so much more stressful, when things go off course this early. I guess I'm just pissed off that my body always seems to find new ways to let me down time and time again.