Of course I knew I'd get in trouble, but here is the place where I can talk about all that stuff. And there's only you that will tell me off. haha. As much as you tellme I'm doing a great job, I will always feel like I'm not doing the best I can do. I know it's totally unrealistic and I'm setting myself up for disappointment, but that is just the silly person that I am. I've always been a perfectionist, and there has never been anything more inmportant to be such a perfectionist about! I want to do this RIGHT, you know? And yes, I know that there are people out there who pop out healthy babies all the the time after doing nothing but watch America's Next Top Model and eat McDonalds, but I don't want to be lke that. I want to be someone that people can look up to, I want to know that if Beanie ever has stuff go wrong, I'll feel like I couldn't have done anything different. I reiterate that I KNOW this is unachievable, to be 'perfect', but it's still what I want... Thanks for telling me your story about when you fell over in the bathroom. I would have been scared like a mofo! Good on you for making your midwife come and check you out, even though she said you're probably fine. You're a smart chook, you are.
Mind you, looking at that cute little button nose, i'm thinking a pretty little girl now It's weird, i have called Beanie him fromthe start, now i'm doubting... Hmmm. Whatever, Beanie is uber cute I can picture you spooning it out of the tin and then realising 'whoops!' lol Sorry you have a headache though.
Hilarious. When I started fake crying he went and got me a piece, but I was so caught up in my fake cry that I didn't go and watch where he got it from! GAH! I got home, very tired and sore, and dunc ran me a bath. I fell asleep in there with the snow falling outside the window onto the lake. DAMN my life is good! But I think Beanie likes my music. A little blues goes a long way. you are now doubting if it's a boy too! haha! Notice I didn't put up any ultrasound pictures that you could over-analyse! You are so right. What is life without humour, eh? The thing I love most about my hubby is that he makes me laugh. I think this is so important. I hope our whole family will end up that way! Even if the kids end up groaning at our silly jokes
I love that you threw a total tantrum cos Dunc hid the chocolate!!! That is freaking hilarious!!! Did you stamp your feet and everything?!? lol And the fake crying....awesome. Serves you right not seeing where he stashed it lol You'll have to suck up to get round him next time He is right, you guys do need to learn not to cave to stroppy girly tantrums
Geez, he's a keeper.
I know, I know. It's hard to see though! I just really want to be able to keep track of it better, and that's all! So I'm going to go get myself some scales tomorrow. It keeps me motivated to eat healthily. I know I'm going to put on weight (duh) but I want to make sure it's the appropriate amount. The doctor said I shouldn't let myself get over 100kg 
, and I really want to keep track of that. I might make my own graph or something. Now I know that I've been terribly slack with posting on everyone else's diaries. *slap on the wrist* bad me. I'll be better from now on, I promise!
How things have changed!!! Hilarious
getting some scales is a good idea. I would be the same, it is freaking me out only weighing once a week as it is.
Bridget Jones knickers!!! That is totally what I need right now. haahaha. Awesome. So there's this point at the pelvis where (oh, wait, I'm about to get techincal and anatomical. Tune out now if you're not that interested ) the bones meet right at the front, and there is a strip of thick cartilage that allows for a small amount of flexibility and mobility there, allowing you to take long strides, walk up steps, sit on the floor cross legged, etc. But for me right now, my HORMONES are making that connection start to become too floppy to quickly (it does need to stretch out a lot, but LATER, and SLOWER!) and causing masses of pain when I lift my leg, roll over, get up, sit down, walk in any way that doesn't resemble a penguin, etc. It's awesome. But hopefully I'll just rest for a while and let it recover, as well as use a pelvic support belt thing (hello bridget!) and it'll stop being so inflamed. But I KNOW!!! HOW AWESOME WAS THAT COMMENT!!!!! I was so supremely chuffed about that. She is a gorgeous friend, and one of those people who will always tell you how beautiful and radiant you are looking every time you see them. Friends like that are good for the soul. Thanks for being so happy about that for me! xxx
Ha Ha!!! You have to wear bridget knickers!!!
Besides the brownie. But I didn't eat non-stop like a maniac, which is a breakthrough! I suppose we all have days like that. I'm due May 14, but I think it's actually May 9 (long story). I looked it up, and May 13 is mother's day, so that'd be nice! hahaha. Lucky bugger! I really hope that I 'bounce back' to my healthy weight afterwards, but losing weight has never been easy for me, so I'm not expecting it to be a smooth ride! I might end up breast-feeding for 10 years in the hopes that I'll get thin! LOL. Oh, what a horrid image. Erase! Erase! HOT! And I love your idea about the chocolate... you're a thinker!
rant alert. Diary-being-used-as-a-vent alert. Feel free to skip this completely because apparently, according to a friend here, I was very unsupportive, negative and judgemental last night when a bunch of us went out for dinner. I have no idea what I've done, and dunc says he also has no idea and that she's just being a whiney poohead (who's probably hormonal or something).... but those three things - unsupportive, negative and judgemental - are all things that I really strive not to be. Sad. We went into the old town to go to the pub quiz night (we WON last week - woah -
and had to go back to spend our winnings!) but there was a major miscommunication, and apparently an email that said to everyone 'can anyone get there a little early and save a table' actually meant 'Hey Joh, you're not busy, can you go yourself, sit on your pregnant lonesome in a stinky pub at a table for 8 and wait there for an hour before any of the rest of us turn up?' Hmm. Somehow I didn't pick up on that. So I arrived half an hour early, then dunc and another friend met us there, but there were no tables. I'd been trying to call her, message her, email her all day to see if she could join me earlier... When she did eventually arrive (late) she was so shitty and didn't smile or say anything, barely looked at me, for the rest of the night. We all ended up going for dinner, and she just sat there at the table with her head in her hands, and later just leant back with her eyes closed the rest of the night. I asked if she was okay, and she just gave me a withering look and said she'd had a really busy day and was tired, that's all. To make it worse, besides sending me emails saying these things, she's being totally passive agressive on facebook, with updates like 'why do I keep looking to the wrong places (like my husband and my 'friends' here) for support? FML' and such things. 
Glad I'm not the husband! Apparently he's said that she really overreacted and he has no idea what the problem was. Which no doubt made it worse... 
I am so bloody angry!!!!! That 'so called' friend of yours is bang out of order for treating you like that!!!!! You're pregnant for fucks sake Hormonal!!! (ha ha had to use that word lol) and if she was a bloody true friend then she wouldn't have done it. Even if she is having problems that has put her in some sort of mood.....it isn't your bloody fault.....I want to bloody slap her for you. Gggggrrrrrrr so so angry 
