Persephone: Parent

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A Weighty Issue

For an update, there are now 4 days left until the EDD and I’ve told Elvis that he can be born today (and be a Jedi) or he can wait until after Thursday when Star Trek Into Darkness is out on general release.

However hubby has also pointed out that the EDD should be Monday the 13th as that ties in with ovulation and procedure/conception. So if Elvis doesn’t make it by the 8th (hospital’s EDD) he can then come on the 12th even though according to doctors that would make him almost a week late.

My only real issue with lateness is that I looked at the growth chart in my notes last night. A midwife told me over a month ago that I am measuring as 2 weeks bigger and she doesn’t think I’m carrying lots of water. According to my plotted measurements Elvis is already 9lbs 11!

I’m hoping that along with the EDD being different to medical conception dates, the growth chart is also off slightly because 9lbs is MASSIVE!

I’ve looked at newborn clothing and thought it was massive, that I wanted a baby smaller than that and now, if he is going to be nearly 10lbs, those won’t even fit!

A reliable source has said that bigger babies are easier to labour because the uterine muscles have more to push against than with a littler baby. I will cling to that! I will repeat it over and over as I attempt to labour without pain relief – I may be crazy!

Seriously though, 9lbs 11! That’s crazy big. Please let Elvis be a tiny bit smaller than that!

~ Persephone M

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Summer of Pre-Maternity Fun

Yesterday, I was quite productive. I went shopping in the morning and bought a few more items for Elvis.

We already have the Moses basket, but not a stand so I went to a local 2nd hand shop and grabbed their only one! Plain wood, good condition and a rocking one it was at least half the price of a brand new one. Bargain!

I also managed to pick up a parasol that matches our pram. I’d been looking around, but have had trouble finding one in all the shops that matched colours. Luckily the shop also had a 2nd hand version of my pram so I could easily check the colour matched. Again it was half the price of brand new!

I also bought a few more pieces of clothing and 2 more toys. I may seriously be getting addicted to buying clothes and toys.

Then, to celebrate my summer, because Elvis is clearly not coming early, I went to the local port and enjoyed an ice cream before going to see Iron Man 3 on my own in a quiet cinema where I ate popcorn and managed to not need a wee!

When I came out, I met hubby and because the sun was still lovely and hot we had dinner outside at the local Pizza Express. After all my issues spanning 4 years but also with the past week, I’m going to enjoy and make the most of pre-Elvis time.

Especially because it’s so lovely and summery outside. What can I force my husband to do this Bank Holiday weekend to enjoy my time?

The simple fact is Elvis will be too little for me to do much this summer if it stays this sunny and hot. What to do as my treat for tomorrow though, that’s another big question!

~ Persephone M

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8 Days: Treats!

So last night was the second night of proper good old insomnia and my bump wasn’t actually as annoying as it has been at night.

Along with my newly found tearfulness (crying before and after I eventually went to sleep), I have decided what today’s treat will be.

Yesterday I treated myself to lunch out rather than all the boring food I have in the house. I also bought Elvis a baby bouncer and more clothes. Due to my itchy rash, I chose to not go swimming.

Today, my shopping treat is going to be a strawberry milkshake from a nearby fast food place. I don’t care how bad it might be for me – it’s sunny and I’m going to enjoy my summer! And then I’m going to go swimming.

I don’t care that hubby doesn’t think I should go swimming anymore (he’s worried how mortified I’d be if my waters go whilst there. Its a big pool) but I need to do something and walking is not very practical at the moment.

I also received a Johnson’s baby set free in the post:


And I love all my freebies and mini stuff.

I might sort out some images of the nursery soon!

Today will be a better day!
~ Persephone M

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7 Day Itch… In More Ways Than One

Today is officially my 6th day of maternity (although it’s still actually annual leave) but because the hubby was at football all day Saturday, today is day 7 of alone time.

And hubby’s working late so I’m alone for even longer.

I’m not going to say that I’m bored, I think it might just be a weird day. I’m starting to worry.

A lot.

There are still 9 days until my EDD and aside from a few Braxton Hicks in the early evening there is no sign of Elvis. According to my GP earlier, his head isn’t engaged yet. Meanwhile my friend was induced last night at 37 weeks early.

Her induction truly makes me feel like I’m the last and I’m trying my hardest to not wallow in a TTC state of mind. It’s difficult.

Especially when Elvis isn’t engaged. Especially when, aside from a moses basket stand, I’ve bought everything I think we need. Including yet more clothes! Especially when it still hurts enough as to how we got here, as the days count down I seem to be more and more aware of it.

Especially when my itchy, spot covered stretch marks are still itching like hell and I now seem to have a rash on my arms and I’m itchy all over.

I’m worrying whether he’s anterior or posterior. I’m worrying because the nurse won’t give me a blood test to check my liver until Friday. I’m worrying that multiple people are purposefully arranging a visit that could be far too early for my liking and I seem to have no control. I’m worrying that I’m going to be expected to be fine and coping but that in actual fact I won’t be. I’m worrying that absolutely everyone will be able to tell me how I’m doing everything wrong because they’ve all been there and done that.

I’m worried that I’m going to end up failing at everything like I always have done.

~ Persephone M


I Can’t Get No…

… Sleep!

I have just got up 10am after a 3 hour nap because Elvis decided to be super active from 0400-0430 and then 0500-0520 which is when I decided to get up.

Add his Lord Wriggliness to my bump hurting as I try and roll over. Or my new severe pelvic/pubic pain as I roll. Oh and not forgetting my super night-time itchy stretchmarks (I’ve self diagnosed PUPPP), I really can’t get much sleep.

Is it really nature and evolution’s way of preparing me for once Elvis is physically here?

I’m really glad that I’ve started my maternity leave (today is day 2!) because I could not be coping at work with this little sleep.

Meanwhile my plans for weekdays until Elvis makes an appearance are… Pretty much nothing! I intend on going swimming everyday at 3pm. I’m going to go buy some home essentials later today, and maybe some nursing tops just so I can spend some money on me!

I have plans to go out for dinner tonight. Even if the sun goes away before then, I wanted an adult meal out – me and hubby. I might even let him have some wine.

Other than that I really want to tidy the kitchen cupboards! What fun!

Now to wait for the final load of baby washing and then shopping!

~ Persephone M

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Baby Showers: Gifts

Baby Showers… Hmmm….

I decided quite early on that I did want a baby shower. Not for the gifts. Not for any other reason than to celebrate my incredible journey and how it’s almost complete.

I’ve only been to one other baby shower and I truly cannot remember what I bought for my friend, but I do remember having brunch in a restaurant and playing a few, non-traumatic games. There were no smelling nappies or eating chocolate spread from them. There were no “drinking games” involving baby bottles (although that is something hubby and I have discussed). It was simply a meal, a few quizes and handing over gifts.

For my baby shower, I didn’t want to be bombarded with presents that do tend (from reports) to be filled with the same things. You know 101 0-3 month babygros might be really thoughtful, but kind of impractical. So I asked guests, if they wanted to, bring vouchers as there are a few little things left on my “to buy” list. I did get a few little things though and I love them (a sleeping bag (not newborn!), baby wipes, nappy bags (I now have 400 which sounds like such a lot!) and other disposably things. I haven’t yet bought any “toys” other than a cot mobile, and one gift included some bath-time toys (I love bath-time playing!) and another a rattle gift set.

So I was very pleased that I didn’t end up with 101 babygros and that I got some useful and cute little things, but I did discover the night before that I’d missed out on a real trick.

I read an article comparing Jenna Bush Hager’s baby shower with the girl from the Saturdays and I instantly loved JBH’s idea: bring your favourite baby-book as a gift.

I wish I’d thought of it or seen that earlier because I would have loved for my nearest and dearest to each provide me with their favourite children’s book. It’d just be amazing. Maybe, if my post-birth baby-adled brain remembers, I’ll request that all first birthday presents be favourite books. Just today, my maternity cover brought me in her children’s nursery rhyme book and a Winnie the Pooh bedtime story musical book. I love books!

~ Persephone M


For up to the minute info: #ElvisIsComing


19 days to go, but more excitingly

Whilst I now have only 19 days left until my EDD (which obviously can be completely wrong), I 100% definitely have less than 2 hours of work left to go!

I woke up this morning aching all over – for the past week at least I have awoken with shoulders and arms aching, my legs being on the verge of numb and a very slight sore throat – but after a short while I declared “I never have to use my alarm again”.

It’s not actually that accurate, because I’m sure there will be reasons why I do need an alarm in my life, but for the foreseeable future I don’t. Not until Elvis arrives and he becomes my alarm clock, going off every 2 hours.

Poor hubby sat there and asked how he was supposed to wake up for work without my alarm and I told him that he could set his own alarm clock. He didn’t seem too happy.

Oh, well.

As long as I get two days next week to relax, watch tele, get up when I feel like it and go swimming during the day, then I’ll be happy and Elvis can come. Just two days, that’s all.

Knowing my luck, Elvis will be really well and truly late and I’ll get weeks of sitting at home, cleaning the same thing over and over and swimming at more peaceful times.

All I know right now is that I need to stop working. I wake up every 2-3 hours (so only really three times maximum overnight) to go to the toilet, but by the morning I ache from how I’ve slept. I’m annoyed with all trousers and would rather sit around half naked or wearing a blanket as a skirt/dress (not really appropriate for work). And my house is a mess because after work and swimming, I just want to sleep.

I need to be able to sleep at any time I want – especially after falling asleep at my desk one day last week! – and only worrying about the time I want to go swimming in.

Quite selfishly, I also want to actually post things on this blog and watch all the stuff on my Tivo. The question is, whilst my plans for maternity pre-Elvis are simple: watch Tivo, clean, sleep, blog; will Elvis scuppper them by coming early? Or will he drive me crazy by making me wait?

And is The Other Side, really only 19 days (+/-14) away!

~ Persephone M

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28 Days to Go… If I can Count

I’m incredibly tired today so not 100% sure I can count, but I know that my EDD is 4 weeks to day, which I guess is 28 days, or 27 depending on how you count.

Whatever, I guess, it doesn’t really matter seeing as it can be plus or minus 2 weeks. Hell, it can be way less than minus two weeks.

I barely got any sleep last night. I think Elvis (or at least the bump) grew right before bedtime and it made it all so awkward and uncomfortable. I now feel utterly exhausted. Was planning on going swimming again tonight, but not if I’m this tired.

Maybe it’s the lack of sleep or a random conversation I had yesterday, but I seem to keep having random moments of panic and fear today.

The first few months of pregnancy were horrible for me. I was convinced that after 3 years of trying and then paying to get pregnant, my pregnancy would not last. Lots of people say this is normal and changes after you see the heartbeat.

Saw that at 7 weeks. Nope.

Or it gets better after you see the baby at a scan and see it look like an actual baby.


I stopped panicking and worrying, fearing the worst, when Elvis started moving so much. For someone who used to hate all pregnant bellies (they looked weird and moved!), I’ve fallen in love with mine and can happily sit there mesmerised watching bits poke out and ripples across the top.

Until today when I do keep worrying that I haven’t felt him move for a while. Except I don’t often feel him moving all day long.

And I have felt him move, just not as much as he was doing during the night (probably did not help the sleeping thing). I’m just starting to get the fear that things can still go wrong and as these 2, 4 or 6 weeks start winding down the fear could simply grow and grow (alongside him!)

As if on cue, a few kicks and ripples from Elvis and this post is mostly irrelevant!

~ A very tired Persephone M x

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Flexible Hospitals

I start this post at just gone 5pm from the reception area of my nearest midwifery center as I wait for my second ante-natal class, and I wonder if the “flexible” element is worth it.

I’ve been highly annoyed over the past 7+ months at the regular assumption that a) I’m unmarried and b) I’m unemployed. I’m sure it’s some sort of equality thing whereby every pregnant woman is assumed to be single and on the dole so you can’t offend those that actually are. Except I feel quite offended when it happens the other way.

What I did initially really appreciate was how my first midwife appointment was in the evening. Here in England women are allowed all of their ante-natal appointments as paid medical, but the fathers have these appointments as purely recommended. It’s at the manager’s discretion.

So to be given my midwife booking at half 6 was perfect; hubby left work a bit early, I went to a friends and we both got there on time. But we didn’t get to eat until gone 8pm.

It was the same with our first ante-natal class last week. I got home from work, sat down for half an hour and then left for the midwifery center. On the second class I simply left work late and went straight there because it’s a longer walk home than there!

But we couldn’t eat until gone 8. And it’ll be the same tonight.

I still appreciate the flexibility of having classes in the evening as hubby doesn’t need to take annual leave, but there is literally nothing else at the midwifery center except a few vending machines (the hot drink one isn’t currently working!).

We went to one of the few evening breastfeeding classes last week, too, another show of flexibility for those that work. Or at least one of the parents does. But this was at the hospital rather than midwifery center.

Because it’s a hospital it is 24hours a day, the coffee shop and newsagents are still open at gone 6pm and maybe even the canteen. So we grabbed dinner before the breastfeeding class.

Perfect blend of both worlds and flexibility.

Although it did give me extra things to consider with regards on where to give birth.

Sometimes providing things so flexibly isn’t worth it. Or things aren’t flexible enough – a weekend daytime ante-natal class would be more suitable than one covering dinner time!

~ Persephone M

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I haven’t done a countdown in a while, but then other than this weekend, I haven’t blogged for about a week – last week was manic with various antenatal classes and it’s the last one tonight!

So countdown!

3 days until Doctor Who returns. I’ve never been into Who before, but started with Matt Smith’s first appearance and I appear to now be a Whovian. Can’t wait to see more of the new companion.

5 days until Games of Thrones here in the UK and it’ll be Easter Monday so I might have to watch it alone, but I can’t wait to see how they do justice to Storm of Swords.

16 working days of work left – thank goodness for Easter Bank Holidays!

17 days until my baby shower!

24 actual days until my maternity leave starts.

43 days until the Estimated Due Date although the general consensus (not of medical professionals) is that I’ll be early because I’m huge.

52 days until the in-laws are due over to meet Elvis.

57 days until two weeks past due.

73 days until the family wedding where everyone gets to meet Elvis!

There we go. My countdown for the next few months.

~ Persephone M

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