Waiting for the Little Unit

No, my good friend JuLeS, I shan't be bashing the poor Sith Ifrekins today in my little note.

Today Lib* and me went to Calvary Hospital (if you look at the people at the link, they're all smiling so hard you wonder why they even need to be in hospital). The reason was to keep our appointment at the Maternity unit, to meet with a Midwife.

The purpose of the meeting was to familiarise ourselves with the surroundings and what to expect when Libby finally enters labour, find out when the ante-natal classes were taking place, and to get a better a idea of the routine checks that the Maternity Unit takes during the pregnancy. It was also a chance for the MidWife to get relevant details from us, such as allergies, previous medical histories and most importantly whether we would prefer a Coopers or a Boags at the conclusion of proceedings. Unfortunately we will have to sort that out ourselves.

I've already made the decision not to be at the business end, and have hinted strongly that two gas masks will be required at the birth. Interestingly, the midwife also suggested that the use of painkillers by the victim, for want of a more adequeate description, is not automatic at this Maternity Unit. They mentioned that its takes away from the experience of having a child. Well, tear my chest open now and perform a heart bypass. Never mind the anaesthetic, it takes away from the experience of open heart surgery! Cut Now. NOW. NOW!!!!

Needless to say, I think Lib* and I are both firmly of the belief that "Pain Management" will include things like "Drugs".

We also made an appointment for the 19 Weeks Ultrasound. This might be the time when "Jelly Bean" becomes... the Little Unit. From there it will only be a matter of time before I become the Poop Smith. We'll look at the happy snaps and let you know.

This will also be done at Calvary. It's a good thing that we decided not to learn the sex of our child, because the good folk at Calvary will not tell you anyway. Apparently it causes too much problems. For some who have their 19 wk ultrasound there, I imagine that the real problem is wardrobes full of yellow and green baby gear. Maybe you'll be able to spot them at the mall: All the kids in yellow and green.

"Oh Chris, can you go down the store and get me some milk. I'm pregnant you know."

"Oh Chris, can you polish my shoes please. I'm pregnant"

"I need a chalk and onion sandwich now please, because I'm pregnant"

"Oh, I forgot to put petrol in my car. But I'm allowed to - I'm pregnant"

I'm a little light on stories now and Lib* hasn't said any of the above yet, except for the milk one, but I do detect that the "I'm pregnant" excuse is being rolled out a little more just lately. It's all in good fun though.

It's been a pretty uneventful week although my mother did visit and isn't she all gushy? Wow. She's going to give us the baby seat she got to cart my nephew around in. And the stroller she used with him. At this rate, I'll be able to spend the entire baby bonus on camera gear. Awesome.

This is my nephew. He's the best kid in the whole wide world. Until our kid turns up, that is:


Soon to be 'ex-best kid in the whole wide world'

He looks smart, and he is.

Anyways, back to Lib, cos she's pregnant. Maybe I should get here one of these(Please forgive the lurid background on the link - instant migraine):


No pregnant chick is ever getting into that t-shirt.

So life trundles on. Lib*'s finally starting to show a little and she pokes her belly out at home to show me.

Cos' she's pregnant.

Although expecting a child can be fun, particularly for someone who likes to buy anything they can see or throw a credit card at, there are also parts of the whole experience which aren't so hot. Take today, for example. There's Lib*, this morning, just talking happily to me, then all of a sudden her face takes on a panicked look. And then I don't see her face, or any part of her for that matter. She has vaporised, only to re-emerge a few minutes later looking a little worse for wear.

Morning sickness. I googled around and found out there all there's all sorts of stuff on the afflication, most interestingly that experts can't determine a reason for why it happens.

Further googling showed that, thankfully, there's no end of crap that you can buy in an effort to alleviate the condition. Personally, I'm keen on the Preggie Pops Morning Sickness Lollipops, although the Morning Sickness Red-E-Bag promises to make getting sick virtually mess free! Super! Maybe I should get some for my cricket lads who are known to celebrate wins with some, ahem, exuberance. I will concede that they've done a reasonable job or making puking in a bag look almost pleasant, even desirable.

Lib* picked me up from work today and was a little excited. She had some interesting news for me.

She reckons that she may have felt the baby move today.

Now, the thought is that JellyBean is at 14 Weeks. Is it possible that Libby has felt... da da da dummmmmm....the quickening, at this early stage?

We drove to Sydney today for a couple of reasons. One of them was to pick up a second hand guitar which I had agreed to buy some weeks ago. The second reason was to visit the Baby Markets. Thankfully there were no babies for sale, although I am sure that some parents were prepared to give theirs away!

These markets are for second hand, new and seconds clothes, accessories and other items that are suitable for infants and small children.

We thought about it for a little while and we decided that we saw no harm in buying second hand infant clothes. In fact, we decided if we could Napisan it, we could buy it.

Armed with this decision, we spent the princely sum of 10 bucks and bought around 15 items, from pairs of socks, little baby beaters, and little jump suits. This stuff is tiny.


Libby proudly showing off our bounty