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Why do people think its necessary to scare the crap out of pregnant folk?

On a friend’s facebook wall today she said that she is overdue, had just been for a scan and that they were estimating baby to be quite large. So I respond that scans aren’t usually all that accurate and that my kids were both much smaller than estimated so not to worry about it too much. Hoping that she’ll relax a little – because she really doesn’t need the stress right now!

And because scans are notoriously inaccurate, and because big babies don’t necessarily mean anything when it comes to how hard/easy birth will be.

But of course “well-meaning friends” have jumped in with horror stories about how much bigger their babies were than estimated and other encouraging words like “ouch!” and “wholey moley heck!” (no points for spelling either). It really annoys me.

I wish when someone spoke to pregnant woman they’d keep their info/responses thoughtful, encouraging and most of all kind. Because it is not kind to reel off horrible birth stories and comments about how enormous she is. And if what you are going to say includes the words “watermelon” please reconsider and save it for once the baby has arrived.


Nowhere I’d rather be

Lazy Sunday afternoons,

lying with my precious baby safe in my arms

can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.

If I could stop time, this would be the perfect time, the perfect place.

Sleep deprivation is torture

It’s been 5 months since I last slept for more than 4 hours in a row. And those 4 hours were a gift, usually DestructaBoy wakes every 2 to 3 hours.

It wasn’t unexpected. The Diva didn’t sleep for longer than 40 minutes for a very long time (so this could be seen as an improvement). But it doesn’t really make it easier.

When I am sleep deprived the first thing to go is my sense of humour. I have a very short fuse and I don’t lose my temper, I don’t argue, so I end up simmering… radiating displeasure. My family mostly knows better than to mention it. Anyone who tells me how their child slept through at 6 weeks, 8 weeks, whatever, is asking for their own special voodoo doll (and I have many, many wakeful hours to poke pins in it).

Next to go are any decision-making capabilities which is a b*tch when you’re a project manager, I’ll tell you that much for free. Drupal or Joomla? PMBOK or Agile? Left or right? Beach or park? Apples or oranges? The smallest decision will be greeted with a blank look. I don’t have the mental capacity to choose between anything no matter how inconsequential. I imagine this can be quite frustrating for everyone around me. Not to mention that I walk around looking like a complete tool for a major part of the day.

I’m trapped in a sleep-food cycle. Only able to concentrate on these two most basic needs. Until I get a good night’s sleep I cant even begin to focus on anything else. I am plodding through each day just putting one foot in front of the other and clinging to the knowledge that one day he will sleep. One day I will sleep. It can’t go on like this forever, right?

Is he a good baby?

Why is it that when people meet a mom with a baby they usually ask two questions…

Is he a good baby?

Does he sleep through the night?

First off, is there any such thing as a bad baby? They’re all good babies, right? I’m never quite sure what they mean by this but I figure they’re just trying to make conversation so I smile and say that yes, he’s a wonderful baby. And then, is it related at all to the second question (that always follows). Is he only a good baby if he sleeps through the night?

When I say “yes, he’s wonderful” and then follow it with “no, he doesn’t sleep through the night” there’s sometimes this confused look as though the two are mutually exclusive.

Anyhoo… just something I find a bit odd.

I hate the sleeping through question! Sometimes I’m absolutely fine about him not sleeping through and other days I’m not. On the “not” days I’d happily put my head through the nearest plate glass window the minute someone asks me about it, or worse, tells me about their baby who slept through from 6 weeks.

Do you get any odd baby/parenting questions?

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