.....Because Deidre's picking me up in 30 mins to hang out at her house this afternoon.
My MIL has lung cancer, but it's not as bad as we thought-I thought her scan last week would find cancer all over her body but in fact it's just in her lungs. She has to have an op next Tuesday, and chemotherapy. I hope to GOD she stops smoking now because carrying on would surely be a deathwish.
I'm so tired all the time at the moment and it's draining. William's sleep is erratic (last night it was SHIT) but even when he sleeps well I still feel zapped. Pregnancy? Running after 2/3 toddlers all week? Who knows? I'm 13 weeks now-I can't believe how fast this pregnancy is going! Illness all gone, sickness all gone but the tiredness and sore boobs remain. And I have a cute little bump-despite losing a few pounds last week with that bug.
I have a new craving! Fizzy pop! This morning on the way back from playgroup I had to buy Dr Pepper, Sprite and Fanta. I NEVER drink fizzy pop-seriously. Apparently my mum (who I call Beaky) craved it when she was pregnant with me!!!! Does this mean I'm having a girl?! (secretly crossing fingers.....)
Had a run-in with Rebecca's mum Frances on Tuesday. Now they'e pretty punctual people and generally pick Rebecca up on time every day (6pm, 5pm on Wednesdays). However -on Friday they were 15 minutes late, no call to say why. I let it go as a one-off. Monday - Frances rang to say they'd be a few minutes late. Fine. She was an HOUR late. Granted, there were real train problems but she should have called again. I let it go again.
On Tuesday I was tutoring at 7pm (my student didn't actually show up but never mind). I needed to dash to the shop to get some milk for William's bedtime drink and then race to get him into bed by 7, so them picking Becca up at 6 was ESSENTIAL. By 6.05 I was getting quite cross. By 6.10 I was angry and rang Frances' mobile-which went straight to voicemail. At 6.15pm she turned up with a jaunty little knock on the door and by that time I was furious and really gave her what for! I think she was really taken aback by sweet, soft Clare launching a furious attack! To not to bother ringing though is so rude-who do they think they are?! I'm sick of them and looking after their daughter is so tiresome. 4 more months of this-I can't wait to finish, seriously.
William's appetite is enormous at the moment. He's eating a ludicrous amount all day. It's mostly very healthy but he does love Rich Tea biscuits!
Speaking of Sausage I need to go and wake him up in a moment, and I can smell that Rebecca's nappy needs changing. Ugh Ugh UGH. I hate this job.
Thursday 28 February 2008
Sunday 24 February 2008
Finally better?
I've been the sickest I think I've ever been this week. Today I think (dare I even say it?)-I'm finally getting better.
This bug started on Wednesday. Actually, it was Tuesday night! Every day since then I've felt sick / been sick / had bad diarrhea (must check spelling of that word) / had terrible tummy ache/ been completely drained of energy. Yesterday lunchtime I had an almighty craving for Lucozad-probably because I'm completely depleted of sugar. Man, that was a mistake! Queue most of the afternoon, evening, and night spent running to the loo with horrible tummy cramps and a stomach that sounded like a cauldron (seriously, it was bubbling). All I could tell myself was: this won't last forever. I can't feel this bad forever. Surely.
This morning I've stuck to dry toast and rich tea biscuits and the diarrhea is finally clearing. I'm dreaming of all kinds of delicious food but I'm not risking a setback.
In other news, my inlaws are here til Tuesday. My MIL has a PET scan on Tuesday which will ascertain if the tumor on her lung is isolated, or if the cancer has spread. We'll know by Thursday.
I've fallen out with my friend Wain. It's a long story; it's been building for a while. I'll write about it another time. I think it's telling that it doesn't really bother me: normally I loathe confrontation.
Some gorgeous William-isms:
1) He can now say sooooo many words. Bear, ball, more, no, dada, mumma, door, shoes, juice, byebye, gone (with arms spread wide!), hot (said while putting his hand out towards the oven!) -those are the ones I can think of. He talks all day, and it's sounding more and more intelligible.
He can also kind of say: milk (ilk), cat (dat), book (boop)
2) When I ask him 'where are your shoes?' he goes and gets them, sits on the bottom step and tries to put them on his feet!!!
3) On Friday I ate some toast; when I'd finished it he looked at me, said 'Gone!' with his hands spread wide and took my plate into the kitchen and put it on the side!!! That's my boy!
Repulsive Rebecca (the kid I childmind) is back tomorrow. Actually I'm glad my inlaws are here as it will be a bit different, and they've offered to take William somewhere in the afternoon. Yay!
Mashed potato (no milk/butter) for lunch for me. I'm so lucky!
This bug started on Wednesday. Actually, it was Tuesday night! Every day since then I've felt sick / been sick / had bad diarrhea (must check spelling of that word) / had terrible tummy ache/ been completely drained of energy. Yesterday lunchtime I had an almighty craving for Lucozad-probably because I'm completely depleted of sugar. Man, that was a mistake! Queue most of the afternoon, evening, and night spent running to the loo with horrible tummy cramps and a stomach that sounded like a cauldron (seriously, it was bubbling). All I could tell myself was: this won't last forever. I can't feel this bad forever. Surely.
This morning I've stuck to dry toast and rich tea biscuits and the diarrhea is finally clearing. I'm dreaming of all kinds of delicious food but I'm not risking a setback.
In other news, my inlaws are here til Tuesday. My MIL has a PET scan on Tuesday which will ascertain if the tumor on her lung is isolated, or if the cancer has spread. We'll know by Thursday.
I've fallen out with my friend Wain. It's a long story; it's been building for a while. I'll write about it another time. I think it's telling that it doesn't really bother me: normally I loathe confrontation.
Some gorgeous William-isms:
1) He can now say sooooo many words. Bear, ball, more, no, dada, mumma, door, shoes, juice, byebye, gone (with arms spread wide!), hot (said while putting his hand out towards the oven!) -those are the ones I can think of. He talks all day, and it's sounding more and more intelligible.
He can also kind of say: milk (ilk), cat (dat), book (boop)
2) When I ask him 'where are your shoes?' he goes and gets them, sits on the bottom step and tries to put them on his feet!!!
3) On Friday I ate some toast; when I'd finished it he looked at me, said 'Gone!' with his hands spread wide and took my plate into the kitchen and put it on the side!!! That's my boy!
Repulsive Rebecca (the kid I childmind) is back tomorrow. Actually I'm glad my inlaws are here as it will be a bit different, and they've offered to take William somewhere in the afternoon. Yay!
Mashed potato (no milk/butter) for lunch for me. I'm so lucky!
Friday 22 February 2008
Illness Sucks
Hey hey! I've created this blog just for me really, but if anyone else wants to read it, that's fine with me!!
Brief history: I'm Clare (28) married to Mike (30) with 1 son William (17 months, who we call Sausage ot the little man) and I'm 12 weeks pregnant with our second child (who we call mini-cookie).
I've been so so ill the last few days, it's been miserable. Today was the first day since Tuesday that I didn't throw up/have bad runs. Yesterday was definitely the worst day. Illness just seems 10 times worse when you're pregnant. I worry about no nutrients getting to the baby but I guess they must get it from somewhere. Thank God Mike was here today to look after William while I got some much-needed rest. I just want to eat normal food-I feel horribly empty but dry toast and chicken soup is about as exciting as it gets at the moment.
I just about managed to make it over to the hospital for our 12 week scan though at 11.30am!! So, so exciting. Mini-cookie was sleeping but with a bit of wriggling from me we managed to see some movement! The heartbeat was strong and we saw the legs, arms etc. It all seems so real when we see it on the screen. My EDD is 3rd Sept-just after William turns 2! Secretly I'm hoping mini-cookie arrives a few days early, then s/he'll be in the school year above Sausage.
My in-laws arrive tomorrow. Ugh. It looks like my MIL has lung cancer. She's coming to see us because she has a lung scan in London on Tuesday. I have a really bad feeling about what they're going to discover, given the symptoms she has and how ill she's been, but......we'll see.
Chicken soup time! Woop woop!
Brief history: I'm Clare (28) married to Mike (30) with 1 son William (17 months, who we call Sausage ot the little man) and I'm 12 weeks pregnant with our second child (who we call mini-cookie).
I've been so so ill the last few days, it's been miserable. Today was the first day since Tuesday that I didn't throw up/have bad runs. Yesterday was definitely the worst day. Illness just seems 10 times worse when you're pregnant. I worry about no nutrients getting to the baby but I guess they must get it from somewhere. Thank God Mike was here today to look after William while I got some much-needed rest. I just want to eat normal food-I feel horribly empty but dry toast and chicken soup is about as exciting as it gets at the moment.
I just about managed to make it over to the hospital for our 12 week scan though at 11.30am!! So, so exciting. Mini-cookie was sleeping but with a bit of wriggling from me we managed to see some movement! The heartbeat was strong and we saw the legs, arms etc. It all seems so real when we see it on the screen. My EDD is 3rd Sept-just after William turns 2! Secretly I'm hoping mini-cookie arrives a few days early, then s/he'll be in the school year above Sausage.
My in-laws arrive tomorrow. Ugh. It looks like my MIL has lung cancer. She's coming to see us because she has a lung scan in London on Tuesday. I have a really bad feeling about what they're going to discover, given the symptoms she has and how ill she's been, but......we'll see.
Chicken soup time! Woop woop!
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