Pinky and the Geek

Or rather, the timeframe of finding out. You see, Pinky has allowed me the choice of whether to find out or not before the birth and I’m very torn.

There are good arguments to both answers (and those that know me, know I love a good debate.) Knowing now allows everyone to get gender specific paraphernalia and a surprise at 5 months or 9 is still a surprise, right?

On the other hand, obstinate as I am, the idea of letting everyone stay confounded and uncertain appeals to me. As mentioned a lot, it is one of the greatest (and last) real surprises left to us. But the dual name picking might kill us!

And I still don’t know what I’ll pick. Time is running out, and I honestly think I’ll decide on the day, looking at the sonar of our half incubated #pinkbun and making my decision only then. Assuming the gender isn’t glaringly obvious of course! ;)

One can never truly know the meaning of this word until you are a parent, and sometimes it starts even before they are born. I love my kids with all my heart and I know that #superpinkbaby (new status given by @cazpi – this one is a survivor) will be loved as much when she/he arrives.

BUT I still have this overwhelming feeling of “oh no what have I done?” Continue Reading →

I have left this choice totally up to The Geek and will 100% support him in what he decides. I have did not know for Pinklet 1 and I did know for Pinklet 2. Each ways has their pros and cons so this time it is his turn her can decide. Continue Reading →

That was all I wanted Pinky to do, let me take care of the rest. When I got the message that she was in trouble, my world froze. I knew she should get to the hospital as soon as possible and she couldn’t drive. Even if she could, there was no way I was going to let her!

Let me be clear about this: with Pinky, giving orders are like trying to command the waves! And for this segment of the pregnancy all I could do and experience was increased domesticity and quiet evenings. Nothing I can do can really ease the discomfort or make things easier. It is very disheartening at times.

But a crisis I can handle, stress I can do! It doesn’t matter what gets in my way or what needs to happen, here was my chance to do something. Even if it was just getting Sally to hospital in good time. (Would have been less if I had a siren…) And now Pinky let me do everything in my power to get her there fast and let her relax.

Once there, keeping her company kept me occupied enough. It was only while waiting for the ultrasound that I allowed myself to consider what could be happening, before that all my thoughts were of Pinky and the logistics. It was one of the happiest moments of my life, and such a relief, to hear that fast heartbeat. That entire ultrasound session I was dumbstruck and tried to memorise every second.

The baby lives, is growing prodigiously and now we wait. I cannot put into words the relief and I’ll be sure to remind him/her of the fear that ran through me yesterday.

Now this is a blog post I never thought I would have to write. I had 2 trouble free pregnancies before. I was nauseous a lot and with Caleb I had some sever pain at 20 weeks which was a ligament stretching that got caught in front rather than behind the bump. But never anything serious. I never really enjoyed them and now I wonder why. I had it easy and stress free. Continue Reading →