Busy

I don't have much time or energy to blog this days. Have started school again and it seems like studying and my energetic daughter is taking up most of my time. I will be having a busy schedule for ten weeks now. After that things will be a bit calmer.

So have patience with me, as I will not be blogging that frequently for a while now. While I'm busy doing other things than blogging, you guys can sit in front of the computer screen in amazement about what a gorgeous daughter I've got. Who will be exactly six months old tomorrow, by the way. I can't believe how time flies!

A crappy day

This day has sucked big time!

Took the bus to University to register. Which took forever as I missed the connection bus. And when I finally got to the University the office, where I was supposed to register, was closed.

Took the train back, as the busses seemed to have problems. Just to end up on a train that got stuck on a station for 15 minutes due to some problems.

When I finally got home I was supposed to get something from the freezer. But instead of opening the freezer door I opened the fridge door, above the freezer door, and slammed it straight in to my face.

Fed up I decided to go to an outdoor aerobics class, to release some stress. Of course it started to rain just in time for the class to start.

And on top of all this, I've now got a nasty headache!

Parenting shortens your life?

They say that your life is shortened if you don't sleep enough.
I wonder then, how many years shorter does my life become from parenting?

Give space on the tube!

I know, saying this, I probably sound like a typical person from Stockholm, or like a grumpy woman, or a bit anal, or all three, but honestly, why can't people let passengers off the tube before squeezing themselves on to the tube?

And why can't people stand on the right side of the escalator, so that there is space for people to walk up and down the escalator on the left side?

Did I just get home from the crowded and rainy city? Take a big guess!

This is the case

This is the case:

When I saw the midwife on Thursday she measured my womb from the outside, like she always does. The result was a bit worrying as it seemed like Noam had barely grown during the last two weeks.

I got very scared when the midwife said that I would have to go to do an emergency ultra sound the next day. The word emergency is a scary one, especially when you're talking about the child that you're carrying inside your womb, that you have come to love before you've even met.

It was 24 scary hours before I did the ultrasound. The information from the ultrasound made me a bit calmer though.

Noam is small, but I always knew that. She seems to be happy and healthy, but because she is small (16 % less than average), and because the midwife was a little bit worried that she hadn't grown so well the last two weeks, I will have to do another ultrasound two weeks from now, to make sure that she is growing. If not they need to take actions from there, and I am of course a bit worried, but I do not want to think about that right now, as worrying does not help the situation. And the midwife seems calm, so that is reassuring.

But on top of this I have a bit too many Braxton Hicks contractions right now. Too many could end up in a premature birth, and that is something that is not preferred, especially not when Noam is not that big. So to try to reduce the amount of contractions I have been told by the midwife to stop working out/exercise.

Basically I shouldn't do things that give me contractions and when I get them I should try to slow down and relax. This means basically sitting in the sofa, as most things give me contractions at the moment.

On top of that I should try to decrease the amount of stress in general that I put on myself, and the midwife suggested that maybe it would be better if I did not keep on studying (I've already quit work, but continued my studies). This as stress could affect the growth of the child, and as we know that Noam is small, it's better being safe than sorry.

Finally I should also try to put some more weight on if possible. This is for my own sake, the midwife says, as my amount of body fat, or lack off, does not affect the baby, but fat is needed for the birth and the breast feeding afterwards. But even if she says that my fat is not related to Noams growing, I cannot help feeling like it could be connected.

So, today I wrote to my teacher saying that I will not be studying anymore this term. I have had a nap. I have sat in front of the computer and the TV. Basically I've done nothing. And I have eaten a pizza (even though I hate pizza). And I have even had some cookies.

Now I'm totally bored, just from knowing that this is the way my days will look for a few weeks now. The thought of no exercise and no studies scares me, as it's something that plays a big part for my happiness. So it does make me pretty depressed, and I am fearing that I will drive both my husband and myself crazy during these weeks left of my pregnancy.

The good thing is though, that me doing basically nothing during the day has decreased the amount of contractions a lot. And even though I've realized that pizza is not the deal, as it might put more fat on my body, but does make me feel sick, I am determined to figure something else out, for putting a few more kilos on.

And as long as Noam is happy and arrives in good health it's all fine of course. Can't wait to see her.

Who said pregnant women should take it easy?

Yesterday was D day. The day when we, after almost five months in a temporary apartment, got to move back in to our own place. For those of you who don't know, our apartment, that we moved in to five months ago, turned out to have water damage. So we had to move straight out again. But now, we're finally back in there.

So, apart from working eight days in a row, trying to study and exercise in between, my husband and I have now finally moved back in to our apartment. Who said pregnant women should take it easy?

This post is, of course, just an excuse for why I haven't been writing lately. But the fact is, that it's the same in the end of every year. Work is hectic. Studies are hectic. And then there is always something else added to it. And we shouldn't even talk about the added stress that Christmas brings. Is November and December the same for all people, or is it just me that somehow doesn't manage to even it out over the year?