The day didn't start amazingly.
I woke up at 2am and was unable to return to sleep.
So at 5am I gave in and started reading "The Girl's Guide to Hunting and Fishing".
The New Yorker actually compares it to Bridget Jones' Diary. I had high hopes for this. There are several long chapters in the book and each is from a different time in the protagonist's life.
I understand that each of these chapters was actually short stories that were originally published in a newspaper. All about the same character and her life and development through her teen years to older.
So far, I'm not enjoying it. The sentences are brief and straight to the point. I can't picture the characters or the settings - it isn't particularly descriptive. One annoyance so far is that it is written in a very childlike manner he said this and then she said that. It isn't the usual style of penmanship I tend to sway towards.
Today is a bank holiday day off and what better day to start following the daily prompts in these books?!
So this one suggests as task 1: eating healthily. I'll definitely keep it in mind as I mindfully choose my food and actually taste and appreciate it.
And the grief book advises you to cry over the loss.
Over the past 3 days, I have cried so much. I don't know if I can cry any more. But I'll definitely think about Jesse, as I do every single day. I know Jesse can't live their life and so I will live mine as fully as I can to honour their untimely passing.
I felt if I looked better I might feel better.
We haven't had a roast dinner in a long while. So today, as we had the time and appetite, we decided to put in the time and effort to making something nice.
It also nicely tied in with eating healthily.
Caz decided to harvest some of our homegrown parsnips and carrots from the raised vegetable plots in the garden.
They looked brilliant. All different shapes and sizes and even shades of colour. In the supermarket, you only get uniform shaped vegetables and all pretty much of the same exact colour.
These were long and thin, short and fat, yellow, orange, white in the centre and even some entwined together.
Just perfect!
This is what we made!
The parsnips were roasted and the carrots chopped into rings and steamed. They all tasted truly wonderful.
It is funny how much more you appreciate something when you understand the time and effort that have gone into cultivating them and bringing them to your plate.
We finally got around to worming Walter. He is such a good boy. Caz wrapped him in a towel to contain his feet so he couldn't panic and struggle while I opened his jaw and flung in a bit of cheese and his pill. Eventually, he did swallow it all. He doesn't have a nasty bone in his body. He could easily have bitten me if he wanted or sneaked his paws out to lash out at us. But he didn't he was a little unsure but after a heap of love (and more cheese), he was purring again.
He will be perfect with our little girl I think.
We watched some police interceptors on the telly. I don't think it has been on for a while, but we had some episodes saved on the drive of the YouView box.
I think the YouView box or Samsun telly might be on the way out. When you initially turn them on, there is a hot pink screen. You then turn them off and on again and the picture goes to what it should be.
I expect that will be an expensive fix when it does finally give up.
I managed to sell two more eBay listings yesterday - a bundle of 4 pilates DVDs and a batch of fitness books (yoga bible, retro yoga book and a retro book called 'The Crunch'. I will post them out tomorrow.
Learnt: In around 3 weeks time it is my Dad's birthday. After umming and erring about what to get him, I've decided to sew a pouch for his Kindle which I bought him a year or so ago. The pattern looks easy enough. I've already picked and cut out the materials.
Feel: I can achieve this and it will look really eye-catching!
Proud: On another note, I'm now well into self-help and believe I will be avoiding the need for a GP intervention with pills or any other nonsense. I had the strength within me and just needed to remember where it was tucked away.
Behind the scenes picture of our weekly pregnancy photo.
Just a pretty poppy that has popped up between some cracks in our patio!
28th August
Task 2: Walk more
On my lunch break, I walked along the cycle path down at the beach.
I found this picnic bend that was put here relatively recently.
Imagine your baby's face.
I Googled a 'predict what my baby will look like' app and found one that you can morph two pictures into one to give a suggestion of what your baby could look like.
I picked a lovely picture of Caz from when we went out for an Indian meal on our 8th wedding anniversary and a photo of me at our Gender Reveal party for our baby girl. These pictures were then combined.
So this is apparently what Jesse might have looked like. I could imagine fair-skin and blue eyes but that was as far as my imagination would go. I guess because I saw Jesse as a gelatinous blob in a small pregnancy sac it is hard to not just see tissue. I know I've lost a baby but it almost didn't register as a human being.
It was definitely an interesting way to think about these things. To put a face to a name. I'd like to find some software to figure out what Jesse would have looked like at various ages during their development in life.
I think the trouble is not knowing if they were a boy or a girl is a stumbling block. Keeping a gender-neutral look might make this all seem a little weird.
I did have the feeling, as did Caz, that Jesse might have been a girl. But we will never know now.
It was a lovely sunny morning. I was stuck in the office but escaping for lunch, even if the temperatures are a little brisk now was wonderful.
I put on some washing before I headed out this morning - Walter's bedding! He looked really bereft and confused with me taking his comfort things and putting them into the washing machine!
I had quite a productive morning and afternoon. My energy did start to dip, but after a walk, I felt a lot more energised.
As there aren't that many weeks to go now in my pregnancy, I decided to search out my local breastfeeding group and introduce myself.
They were all very welcoming and supportive. I said how I feel there won't be much support from my family. Caz will be amazing and will support me no matter what I choose, but I had expected my Mum to be offering more advice seeming she offers unsolicited advice normally! Caz's Mum is another one. When I mentioned I will be trying to breastfeed she said the best piece of advice she ever received was permission to stop as it was difficult and painful. Not the support I was hoping to have.
The group sent me two information sheets - one aimed at Dad and one for the Grandparents.
This sounds lame, but I'm actually excited that Great British Bake Off (GBBO) is about to begin. Their first theme is biscuits. So I've picked a vanilla heart cookie recipe to try. It asked for 'petals' using a flower shaped cutter, but it seems I don't own that shape and so I used a heart instead.
I also iced the cookies and think they look the bee's knees!
After work, I packaged up, printed out the postage slips and took the eBay packages to the post office to send off.
I also phoned Rebecca about my medications. I've been very good a taking them when scheduled but keeping on top of my stock isn't my forte with so much else on my mind. It turns out I run out on Friday... So she has requested I pop in tomorrow morning for blood tests and she'll sort my prescription to pick up later this week.
Learnt: How to make, pipe and flood biscuits with royal icing.
Feel: Really accomplished in decorating biscuits. It has taken them to the next level for me and I know I can improve and elaborate on the designs next time perhaps with stripes or polka dots.
Proud: They tasted as good as they looked!
29th August
Today, I'm off on annual leave.
I feel okay, not amazing, but good enough.
Lighten up
I do oftentimes take what people say to heart very easily. It doesn't matter if it is something personal about myself or something I just believe strongly in.
If someone says something I don't agree with, I will be riled up and want to stand my ground and argue my opinion. Sometimes you can't always do that; you may have to bite your tongue, especially when it is an elderly relative saying the offensive remark.
I need to let things slide more I think, but if I do strongly believe in something I need to let them know. They might not always 'get it' and if that happens, I need to learn to drop it and move on.
breathe during 2 music tracks
I've recently noticed that when practically any track comes on by Jungle I feel my body just melt into a relaxed state. I don't really know what it is, but something just chills me completely to my core.
I can literally be only 10 seconds in and I start to ease.
This one is high up on my list of Jungle tracks.
Another song I quite like is
My first job of the day is to go to the hospital, visit the renal unit and pick up some blood tests forms that are behind the desk so I can go for some blood tests prior to my appointment in a week.
I thought all went really well.
The lady found a vein quite quickly and was asking me about my baby. She said she remembered a girl who had a kidney transplant and gave birth to a beautiful chunky boy last year. I know who that will be and he is adorable! The phlebotomist said I need to bring my girl in once she is here! I will bring her along sometime. She will, unfortunately, have to get used to Mummy popping in and out of the hospital a lot. As long as I don't have any stays, I won't complain!
But then as I was walking back to where I parked my car, at the back of the renal unit, I noticed blood was coming through my coat.
It had soaked through the cotton ball, through my jumper and through my coat.
The irony is that often they struggle to find a vein and even then it is slow and infuriating. Today, it wouldn't stop.
I found a tissue in my bag, folded it up and applied that to my arm under the cotton ball.
I messaged Caz and asked him how to get blood stains out - soak in cold water, put on stain remover and then throw in the washing machine for the usual cycle.
It worked! The clothes are now clean!
I got home, watched an episode of Reign and then I had to go back to the hospital.
This time I have an obstetrics appointment.
Boy, this didn't go well.
Let me just reassure you that baby girl is well and I'm doing fine.
It's just a choice of words that the obstetrician picked led to me bursting into tears and feeling really out of sorts for the rest of the day.
First, when I got to the unit we had a long wait as per usual.
The midwife, Grace, called us in and she is lovely. She checked my blood test results from this morning and all looked good - my haemoglobin (Hb) is 100! That is amazing considering it was 77 just a few months back.
She also listened to my baby girl's heartbeat and reassured us knowing our story with miscarriage and our nervousness this time around.
We then saw a Dr called Jen and she had amazing brogues on.
She was really nice and welcoming and went through the rest of my appointment.
She touched on contraceptives for after birth and I am weighing it up between a progesterone only pill and an implant/coil. I will see what the GP advises at the time.
To round it all off, Jen called in Dr Clarke to just double check everything and confirm she was happy with how I'm doing.
The thing she said that worried me was she said I need to try and hang on to have my baby until after 34 weeks as before that it will be a cesarean. That was news to me in itself. But then her next throwaway comment set me off.
"If needed, I will decide when we end this pregnancy."
I just said okay, thank you and goodbye. We were done with the appointment.
We got outside and I turned to Caz and said I didn't understand or like what she said. I think she was referring to choosing to induce me if my health doesn't remain stable. But saying "end this pregnancy" to me felt like she was playing god and terminating my baby. I felt so protective, so worried, so angry, so destroyed.
Once Caz had managed to console me to some level, he returned to work and I got in my car and went home.
I completely vegged out in front of the telly. I watched Becoming Jane a dramatisation about Jane Austen and then continued my binge-watch of Reign.
I needed comfort food. I made a single portion cake in the microwave. I decided to make a coffee cake. I melted some butter, whisked up an egg, added caster sugar and self-raising flour and an espresso before microwaving it for a couple of minutes. Amazing. The only thing that might have made it better was a whole heaping of coffee flavoured buttercream.
Then I saw a van reversing into our driveway. It was Morrison Utility Services and he was there on Welsh Water's behalf to verify a claim we had made about our water.
We had filled in a form to say we have a septic tank and don't send our waste into the sewerage system.
He was only here for a few minutes, took a couple photos of the septic tank and location and then gave us a card saying he called and agrees that we are on a septic tank.
Apparently, we might be able to get a rebate on something, hopefully even dated back to when we moved into the property! Time will tell...
Learnt: I'm resilient
Feel: My reaction determines my future. It dictates where I rise or fall.
Proud: I will, and am, bouncing back from where I was on the weekend. I feel a lot brighter already and know my future happiness is within my own hands.
30th August
A poem reflecting my grief
Support network
I reached out to my Mum about the obstetric appointment yesterday.
Initially, she said "The Obstetrics appointment sounded very upsetting... Whatever happens, Caz will be there at your side and we'll all be thinking about you and hoping and praying for a good outcome."
But then later she messaged again and maybe what I said had sunk in. "I feel so angry and annoyed for the way you were treated at your Obstetrical appointment yesterday. Knowing that you had a miscarriage last year and the anniversary was only the 15th August, the way they worded everything was upsetting and they should realise that after such a sad event and with all the extra hormones in your body they need to treat mums-to-be with more respect and sympathy."
It was reassuring to know I wasn't just being hormonal or emotional but it is something to actively be annoyed about.
I also reached out to fellow pregnant Mum's following loss on a Miscarriage Association forum. Retold what happened and they said they often struggle with insensitive things medical professionals say.
They came back to me saying sonographers can often be a bit detached (mine have been amazing so far) and consultants being very negative about the prognosis for baby (although realism is needed there are nicer ways to put it and perhaps also to focus on the positives too). It is a shame it isn't just me and it would be good if these medical professionals could maybe have a bit of training in dealing with miscarriage and the aftermath as what you say really has an effect on others. 1 in 4 people have had a miscarriage and so it is more common than you might initially think.
A little while ago, I entered a code from a Cadbury item to be in with a chance to win one of several prizes. Some of the prizes up for grabs were:
First class travel
Amazing accommodation
A VIP dinner
Money can't buy viewing experience
VIP matchday experience
A pair of premier league tickets
£50 cash
A Cadbury goodie bag
Well, it turns out I won a pair of premier league tickets and have picked this match!
Liverpool v Watford
27th February at 20:00
There was an option to donate the tickets and they would go to local kids who otherwise couldn't go to the match, but I have a few connections to Liverpool (why I picked that match) and so I thought I could perhaps sell/auction off the pair of tickets for Royal Liverpool's Transplant Sport team. They always are crying out for funding to help pay for their uniforms, kit and accommodation when they get together each year to compete in the British Transplant Games - like the national Olympics for transplant patients.
I reached out to the team and they sound very interested. One guy has said he wouldn't mind buying the tickets for himself and his lad. He's offered me £60 for the pair but I don't know how much tickets should be! I felt like they might be more expensive than that... I don't know where in the stands the seats are, but if I'm doing this for charity then maybe it would be best to hold out to get a better price. I'd maybe let them go for the price of 1 ticket.
But having looked it up tickets can vary from £9 in the 'main stand upper' to £59 in the 'main stand'. So perhaps £60 is a very fair price!
For a 'just because' occasion, it has been decided that the BP project team would like to go out for dinner on Friday at Hickory's.
I haven't been in quite a while as it is a bit of a trek there. But the menu looks amazing.
Food menu
Drink menu
On the way home I fuelled up and picked up my repeat prescription medications from the local pharmacy.
I'll have to phone Rebecca tomorrow to find out if my hospital medications are ready to pick up too. I run out tomorrow - whoops!
I went for walkies again at lunchtime and it felt very nice. My bladder feels a lot of pressure and is uncomfortable now on standing but I'm surviving!
Everyone I passed seemed very nice and all said 'hello' to me. I think the task from yesterday to lighten up is starting to have a physical effect on me.
This was the early sunrise first thing in the morning with some lovely subtle colours in the sky.
I've found Walter's new resting place - on top of my computer! It must be warm.
When I spotted him he looked so shocked and then ran away in shame! Haha! Funny cat.
After dinner, I updated my blog and then went for a long wallow in the bath. I wanted to feel nice and pretty for tomorrow's dinner with work - all of these folk are younger than me, so I wanted to try at least seem a little more moisturised and youthful! Vanity kicking in I think.
But I just kicked back, listened to music and soaked my troubles away. Just what I needed.
31st August
Do something for yourself
Today, I am going out for a meal with the BP team from work.
I'm a bit apprehensive, I don't know this team particularly well and apart from Abigail, I'm the newbie of the team. Tom is the manager, Clio is the team leader and then there is Stephen, David, Seth and Conor. Apart from Tom and the new lady, I'm the oldest!
Satisfy the 6 tastes in a meal
In Ayurveda, there are six tastes or Rasas: sweet, sour, salty, bitter, pungent, and astringent. Ayurveda recommends including each of the tastes in every meal.
I think my meal out tonight might tick these boxes...!
Another beautiful morning!
My condolences go to the family who have lost a loved one and the lorry driver who may be traumatised by what happened.
Thank you also goes out to the emergency services and all who helped.
You'd hardly believe this was in North Wales. The morning started with our heating coming on in August (!) and 7-degree temperatures outside. It is now 21-degrees and perfect for a lunchtime stroll. I mainly went out to get some cash from the corner shop but I also intended to buy some rennies or something like that. Pregnancy brain led me to buy a small tub of salt and vinegar Pringles?!
I can't remember if I mentioned, but last Wednesday, 22nd August, someone managed to bump our perimeter wall.
I didn't think it was our neighbour opposite but thought it might be someone else. Now a week has passed and no one has fessed up or come forward, so I reached out to our neighbours.
Jean and Andy live opposite. They mostly keep themselves to themselves, much like we do I guess, but theirs is more enforced as Jean had an accident or illness a few years ago that left her unable to care for herself and I understand she uses a wheelchair.
I messaged Jean, while I was at work, and asked if she saw anything by any chance. She hadn't so I asked if she had the details for the stonemason that was used previously. She knew Andy would remember and so would ask him when he was home.
I got a message a little while later from Andy saying 'Jean doesn't know, but sorry, it was me.'. Fair enough for confessing and he said he didn't think it was particularly damaged but hadn't realised some rocks from the wall had fallen into our garden. He popped over, spoke to Caz who was at home and said he would fix the wall himself.
It turns out they lost their son previously and one of his friends has not long had a baby and asked Jean to be the 'super special godmother'. I thought that was really touching.
I mentioned that I had a miscarriage previously and am currently 10 weeks away from my due date. She wished us well and to look after ourselves.
Very sweet.
The meal out at Hickory's was really nice. It is often very loud in the restaurant with the music cranked up to 11 seemingly so the conversation can be a little difficult.
I had creole prawn fajitas with grilled corn on the cob for dinner. Very tasty! The sweet was my blueberry lemonade, sour was my sour cream dip, salty the prawns being seafood, bitter slightly caramelised onions for the fajitas, pungent was the creole spices used as the flavouring, and astringent is apparently popcorn which is the free appetiser put on tables when you arrive.
Afterwards, we sat outside on a picnic bench in the last of the sun with drinks while we chatted for a while.
I actually really had a nice time. Tom, Seth and Abigail all made an effort to speak to me and it was lovely!
We talked about everything from holidays, how we ended up in our jobs, our education, babies and failed tattoos!
Learnt: When I'm happy, it radiates from me. Happiness breeds happiness.
Feel: More approachable and am noticing strangers even saying 'Hi'.
Proud: I'm starting to talk more, opening up and getting some advice. It is good to talk.
1st September
Stop Comparing
This is probably easier said than done.
You find people to compare against from your general life, from online and in the media. Social media is probably the hardest. You try and follow things that are of interest to you but sometimes they set such unachievable and unrealistic goals that you feel not good enough.
I really made an effort at this today. I started by limiting my time on Instagram.
I did slip a bit when I looked on and saw posts by a lady who had a textbook perfect pregnancy and then at 41-weeks and 5-days she went into labour but her uterus contracted and wouldn't release. It turns out her placenta had an issue, her uterus then ruptured as did her bladder. She lost her baby at that moment and was then very unwell herself for a long while. It terrified me that you can get so close but still not reach the finish line. How horrible can life be sometimes? I burst into tears feeling scared for my baby girl.
But after reading for a while, having some hot cocoa and being comforted by Caz I was able to settle down again and get back on track.
I have found that you can have the best intentions in life but sometimes you get put off simply by other people's opinions. You then think maybe I shouldn't do this then if so many people disagree with me.
One moot point is breastfeeding. If you'd asked me a year ago, I might say I would try breastfeeding my future baby but I wouldn't expect it to work with being on the smaller side and so might only half-heartedly give it a go.
But now I have read more about it, understand it more, I know I really want to give this my best shot possible and persevere.
My Mum hasn't shown any support for or against breastfeeding so I don't know what to think there but my Mother-in-law has said the thing she was most grateful at being told by a midwife was to give her permission to stop. She managed a week or two with Caz and a couple of days with his Sister.
I know what I want now, Caz supports me and we'll strive for it. I've asked him to tell me when to stop trying as I know I have such a dogged determination that I might not care about how difficult or painful it is becoming for me as I want so much for my baby girl to benefit. Obviously, if she were to be affected negatively by my actions I would accept and move on.
But if it only affects me? I think I'd plough on through, in spite of other people's comments.
Write a letter to yourself 5 years into the future
I don't really know how to approach this.
Having had a previous baby loss part of you is quite pessimistic and is worried it might happen again. You aren't just naive to the facts now but know the exact statistics and how common loss can be. Stillbirth is now my biggest worry.
Never ignore anything that doesn't feel normal. Insist on being seen and having your baby checked out is my advice. If it doesn't feel right it might not be right. It isn't wasting anyone's time, they would rather check you over tens of times to reassure you and ensure your baby is safe than to think you are being a nuisance.
So, do I write it as if my baby girl survives or as if she doesn't? I feel it should be the first option really. To be as optimistic as possible. As it stands, she is happy and I am healthy. Maybe I should mostly talk about my hopes and dreams for this little one.
I will write the letter, seal it and then place it in the baby box we have been creating for this pregnancy. It will be a whole host of memories from the first pregnancy test sticks, the games and notes from the gender reveal party and lots of other goodies to show her when she is 18 or so! I will collect first everythings and keep them in the box/es. It'll be so lovely to look back on.
Just imagine, come the time she turns 5, I can read this letter to myself! I will have no doubt forgotten what I wrote or even particularly what it is, but seeing the date of when I should open the envelope will no doubt be intriguing.
On the advice of the Gwynedd & Anglesey Breastfeeding Friends facebook group, I ordered two books. One called 'The Food of Love: Your Formula for Successful Breastfeeding' by Kate Evans and the other 'Your No Guilt Pregnancy Plan: A revolutionary guide to pregnancy, birth and the weeks that follow' by Rebecca Schiller.
The first book arrived in the post today. It looks really easy to read and there are lots of fun cartoons/drawings to demonstrate different aspects of breastfeeding. It looks informal, easy to understand and written with just the right amount of information while also keeping it lighthearted and in parts quite humorous.
I'm flying through the book and have got about a quarter or third of the way through already.
Definitely a must for anyone who wishes to breastfeed or to understand more about breastfeeding.
In the evening, Caz and I went over to his parents.
We had macaroni cheese and salad for dinner and then a rocky road cheesecake for pudding.
We talked about various topics during the evening. A lot was obviously about pregnancy, our plans and how we wish to parent and what I'll do about returning to work. But we also talked about Caz's sisters trip away to Germany to some game convention with her boyfriend and an injury she, unfortunately, picked up there. Brexit was also touched on and it is interesting that pretty much everyone I know (family at least) all wanted to remain in Europe and we are all quite concerned about what the future might hold, especially for our little baby girl. She will never have known what it is like to be European, but for Caz and I, it is all we have known. We touched on the fact that we have considered moving to Europe if it is in the best interests of our baby, but we might have missed the boat now with British possibly being treated a little harsher because of 'our' actions and trying to gain citizenship... We will have to see how life pans out.
Elaine was also said how things have changed with regards to raising a baby and that the ways she followed worked for her. But to be honest, times do change too and we know more nowadays, including being more aware of the things we used to do that are in fact quite risky. Like she said people would make up formula bottles for the whole day in one hit and just keep them on a shelf ready for use. But now, you make up the exact amount you need when you need it and use it straight away, throwing it away if it isn't used within the hour. We know more about bacterias and what is safe and now. Change is often progression.
Learnt: I love the knowledge I've already picked up about breastfeeding including the fact that during hotter weather your baby will want to nurse more and that alone will quench them. I also like that the milk changes composition during feeds such as being more of a product for hydrating at the start and then the fat content increases with the 'hindmilk' giving them more nutrients and helping them feel full towards the end of a feed.
Feel: Breastfeeding is an amazing act of dedication to your baby.
Proud: That despite people not exactly supporting me, I know I want to breastfeed and cloth diaper my baby so I can at least say I gave it a good go and if it works, brilliant!
2nd September
Discover Yoga
I first discovered yoga many years ago. I found one of my Dad's yoga books from the 70s and remember trying out some of the poses but not really understanding it all that much. I never would have done a sequence of movements or flow through the positions but just tried a position, aimlessly and then flick through and find another one to try.
A long while later, I bought a DVD (or VHS...) of Yoga with Geri Halliwell. It was during her very thin stage. The main thing I remember was a variation of the sun salutation. I found that the nicest bit.
It wasn't until I had a smartphone that I discovered yoga more and did it more regularly.
I had an app on my phone but you had to go to the store to download any additional 'classes' or sequences of yoga - for runners, good for backs, getting abs, etc.
I then deleted that and downloaded Down Dog. It was really quick and easy to use. You could set your skill level, how long you had and then it just created a workout for you. It was video based with audio instructions and you could set music to play in the background. I quite liked that I could pick 'alternative' or something along those lines and it would be acts like The Weeknd and such.
On YouTube, I love Yoga with Adriene and also Yogea Yoga. The first is better when you aren't quite in the mood for exercise as you are kind of just hanging out with a friend. The latter is good for when you are feeling pro. Yogea Yoga also has a wide range of workouts including some pregnancy yoga for each of the trimesters.
I have to admit I've not managed to do anything more than walking in this third trimester. I feel I should do more but I'm so tired that I know I need to just rest.
Call a friend
I didn't technically do this but I did have some good conversations with Caz.
We often do trivia quizzes on the weekend from a big pub quiz book we have and that often leads to some interesting discussions about music or politics and other matters.
Well, my computer died...
I love computers... 🙄
This led me to pack my hospital bag, just in case.
I made sure I had enough pairs of pyjamas as I imagine it will be easy for a pair to get covered in bodily fluids of some sort during labour! I also put in a going home outfit, slippers, cosy socks and all the things I think I might need for birth - a blanket, my L-shaped pillow, lavender, cooling spray, aloe vera leg and foot gel, massage oil, maternity pads, breast pads and a few other bits and bobs.
We then went through our baby's things and packed some muslins, a swaddling blanket, a cellular blanket, my patchwork quilt, 3 or 4 baby grows and vets, a cardigan, nappies (disposable for in hospital) and some other things we think she'll need.
I think we are pretty much there with packing and it will just be last minute toiletries and such to complete the bag!
Learnt: A variety of facts from our weekend trivia quizzes
Feel: 23 is our average score out of 30 and that isn't something to be ashamed of!
Proud: That I suggested some answers, that although Caz didn't agree with or write down, that were actually right! I and others need to believe in me more!
30 weeks achieved! 10 weeks to go until my due date and only 5 more weeks at work! 🎈
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