I’m not sure how I feel generally about the concept of a baby shower in the traditional (American) sense, however a friend of mine wanted to organise one for me. We decided together (with Mr Bumpy) that it would be more of a summer garden party- some kind of last hurrah before baby arrives.
Turns out, it was great fun! Over the course of the day about 40 people came in and out to celebrate baby D’s imminent arrival, to drink leftover champagne from Miss Rainstorms wedding (thank you!!), and eat cake!
Three of us
Now I’ve got over Kate Middletons “babymoon”, it’s back to reality. And the big HG debate. Did Kate Middleton actually have HG? Or “just” some severe morning sickness? She’s certainly looking mighty shiny in the sneaked paparazzi pictures, in a way I can’t even imagine feeling (not that I was a Middleton-alike before all this happened). I’ve technically got “just” severe nausea and vomiting in pregnancy (the old NVP) but have good and bad days. On a good day I can eat 1500 calories or so, keep it down and maybe leave the house for 20 minutes or so. On a bad day, I stay in bed for 80% of the day and get up only to wee and be sick, eating less than 800 calories, not that much of it stays down. But because I can keep down liquid and I’m not dehydrated, I’m medically “ok” which means that I don’t have HG. However, my wonderful world of netmums has assured me that by their standards, I have HG. Weird world.
Today is an ok day. I am frustrated by Valentines Day only in as much as those who are shouting the loudest are those without. If they just got on with it, then mentions of V-Day would be scarce! I know I’ve just gone and ruined that by whinging about it myself. We’re having a quiet dinner in tonight- I’ve bought a half-size bottle of champagne for the husband to enjoy and I’m hoping the steak will buoy up my iron supply to prepare me for my booking in appointment which is tomorrow at 9:30 am. I am terrified, mostly due to evil blood tests, which have never been something I excel at. I’m trying extra hard not to stress about it (I am being calm for raspberry-foetus’s sake) but I know tomorrow will just be horrible all over.