You know, those blogs that you start to read and then the blogger posts less and less frequently. How annoying. That's me now. However, work was insane (as usual) for the past three weeks or so. Now, typically, it is totally dead so here I am wasting government time and money when I could be, I don't know, reading a book about Hypnobirthing or visiting friends. Instead I'm talking to the internet.
The other time consumer I am employing is tracking my amazing sister as she competes in Primal Quest 2006. Her team, 24Seven is ranked 35th right now out of about 89 teams. Wicked. Primal Quest has an amazing site to track the team's progress as they compete in this gruelling 10-day adventure race across the Utah desert. (Yes, I almost wrote dessert. It's one of my mental blocks in writing.)
I'm starting to feel large. From outside my body most people find I am rather compact for almost 7 months pregnant however I'm starting to find stairs challenging again. And movement in general. I'm also starting to feel stressed about the birth. I know what to expect in labour. I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about being able to have a successful VBAC. I think I've pinned too much on it and that I'm focussed too much on the VBAC and not on the baby. I just so sincerely don't want another c-section. I know my chances of a successful VBAC are totally in my favour (80% or more of women who try are successful). I'm doing everything right - massage, chiro, yoga and extra stretching. Also, I'm under the care of a midwife again which means everything is my choice rather than dictated by an OB or hospital policy (although I'll be in a hospital I don't have to abide by their "rules"), I will refuse induction (knowing that this seriously hampers any chances of a VBAC). If I need an induction, I will go straight to a c-section again knowing how my body responded to induction last time (too quick - which led to many further interventions). I'm also about to start reading about Hypnobirthing to help me through the pain in case I have back labour again. And there are other things I am considering that will increase my chances but before I post them here I have to talk to John about them. It isn't great for him to find out about my ideas or how I'm feeling through the blog, so I'll spare him that.
Emily is going through a funny (by funny, I mean annoying, whining, crying, mixed with fun, laughing, normal Emily) time right now. Since we got back from St. Catharines, she changed. She was amazing the weekend we were there (and the drives there and back) but either being away from home, being with us the whole time (and therefore not wanting to go back to daycare) or incoming canines (most likely I think) has changed her temperment, hopefully temporarily. Although yesterday we had a short reprieve when she was back to her amazing self all day and through the evening. This morning, back to grouchy, crying for no reason Emily. Just in time for my friend Deb to join us for dinner tonight. I'm sure this will be a further method of birth control for her.
One little message to Jannie, who I know reads this periodically: I hope you had a great birthday! I have a card sitting ready to mail but I haven't been to the mailbox in quite a while. It will get to you very soon I hope!
Well, back to checking on Beth and her crazy race.
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