Archive | January, 2011

Decorating #Koos

Posted on 31. Jan, 2011 by pinky in Pinky

My friend Catherine did some maternity photos for me which I will do in a separate post but in the set was the kids decorating #Koos with face paint which I thought was kind of sweet.

#Koos is going to have plenty of decorating by the time he arrives I am busy looking at henna belly designs and will do a poll to see what you guys think I should do

Sorry need a little moan

Posted on 31. Jan, 2011 by pinky in Pinky

I am very sorry to moan and I know all in all I have been very well and had an easy pregnancy. I also know I should be grateful as there are people who would love to be pregnant and I hope I do not sound insensitive, but I need a little moan.

I feel crap, I am constantly tired, lifting my arm seems like a lot of effort. I get short of breath going to the loo. I could honestly sleep all day. Last time the midwife was here my blood pressure was very low and I think my iron is too. I have been taking Floradix to help with the iron. The midwife is coming tomorrow so will chat to her. I really don’t want blood tests.

And of course the heartburn, squashed stomach, sore ribs and 400 night trips to the loo. Not to mention nausea, yes 34 weeks later and if I skip or forget my pills I feel ghastly.

I know the last part is all uncomfortable and you feel huge but somehow this time I am really struggling. I wonder how much age has to do with it. 6 years older and this feels harder

That said look at these comparison pictures a friend did for me of the 3 bumps when I posted them over the years on a parenting forum. Once I have my laptop back I need to try find the missing picture of Pinklet girl. Quite a difference in the 3.


While I know 34 weeks is too early and I will be tired with a new baby. I can’t help but hope this last part passes quickly. Okay moan over – sorry

Geek baby shower

Posted on 24. Jan, 2011 by pinky in Pinky

We have decided to have a baby celebration, it is less of a traditional baby shower and more of a braai and celebration with our friends. It Is The Geeks first baby and I really wanted him to be involved and not just a ladies only thing.

For us it is not about the gifts, we have had such generous donations from friends and family with clothes and stuff we are just about sorted. For us we want to share the day and have fun.

I wanted to decide on a theme or what decorations we were going to make so I thought of doing a geek baby shower. I think since we met on line and The Geek is well… a geek it was fitting.

Some of my ideas so far
- Greek alphabet cupcakes
- Tetras cake
- kubik’s cube, computer stuff, abacus, ABC blocks decorations
- Rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock competition for a cool prize
- formula and equations and stuff on the walls and some problem to solve at the loo for those who fancy.

Other ideas? my poor brain is hot and not working that well

I have also decided to add my own more Hippy tenancies as The geek calls them and have a belly cast done before and get everyone to sign it. I also want to get a henna belly done earlier in the day and have the #Koos house all decorated for the day.

I am quite excited it should be fun so if you are in CT on 5 Feb and want to come join us please shout so I can send you the details, this is a relaxed fun afternoon so feel free to join

One of the small indignities of pregnancy

Posted on 10. Jan, 2011 by pinky in Pinky

If you know me then you have probably read about my shy bowles and paranoia about people know I am going to the loo.

In fact on this blog on the 7th of August in my post about Pooh Seeds I mentioned that for someone who hates it so much I sure have blogged about it a lot. I said that I hope but did not promise it was the last time the subject would have to come up. Well alas no, pregnancy has more indignities in store for me the bowel paranoid.

So once the first trimester constipation resolves itself and your belly grows to epic proportions it puts pressure on the digestive track both top on bottom. So your stomach feels smaller and you can’t eat a full meal but rather have to snack all day, if you do eat too much or the wrong foods you land up with heart burn. And no matter how much it feels like my Oesophagus is on fire I can not actually get Gaviscon liquid down. It is thick and tastes like peppermint chalk. I heave the moment I try swallow it. The tablets are marginally better but not really all that effective.

But far worse that the discomfort of heart burn is what the pressure on the other end causes. Involuntary farts! If you think I am paranoid about who knows I am pooing, don’t even mention the ‘earth-swallow-me-now’ indignity of anyone knowing you farted. But yay good old pregnancy with the increased pressure from the weight of the baby and the relaxing effect of progesterone on ligmaments, sphincters etc means that these farts can happen without warning any time, any place. I remember MeeA blogging about it happening in front of the insurance assessor when she was pregnant. It is so embarrassing

Pinklet boy of course thinks that it is the funniest thing ever and being a true 3 year old boy will laugh loudly and discuss it on the top of his voice. The Geek to his utmost credit will pretend that it has never happened and let me totally ignore the event. So with my dignity battered but slightly in tact I am reminded how awesome he is.

You are so brave

Posted on 07. Jan, 2011 by pinky in Pinky, Uncategorized

I would be rich if I could have a Rand for every time someone has said this to me about home birthing.
I don’t blame people for saying it and I am not upset at any of my friends who have said these words to me, it is how they honestly feel. With the way we have been conditioned to think about birth, I don’t really blame them, but it makes me sad.

Bravery according to my good friend Wikipedia means the ability to confront fear, pain, danger, uncertainty, or intimidation.

To say that I am brave to have a home birth implies that it is something you would need courage to face as it must be inherently dangerous/painful or horrible. We have been so conditioned into thinking that birth is something that needs to be medically managed and controlled that the thought of anything different gives the idea of risk.

This idea is concreted in our minds when we see TV shows about woman on their back screaming in pain and the medical staff being the ones to save the day. The mom looks like she is being tortured. We buy into this, birth looks scary and we expect it to be sore. The amazing thing about our minds is that the more you tell it something is true the more the subconscious start to believe this.

But what if this is not true, what if we are perpetuating a lie. But the more it happens, as we have been taught to expect, the more the idea of anything different becomes harder and harder for people to believe. After all either their own birth, or that of the mother, friend, granny, colleague is a testament to the fact that birth is painful and goes wrong a lot.

Given this belief it is easy to see why most women are not keen to take this perceived risk. They want to be in hospital where they can get help if all of the horrors happen, or even better yet they can totally avoid all this unpleasantness and have a planned day in theater with a Dr in control and the idea that less can go wrong.

If we look at the history of birth and the statistical facts about risk and safety we soon scratch away this layer of horror that surrounds birth and we see that the truth might actually be something very different. I had 2 home births and while they were wonderful they were painful and quite difficult. In a way being a midwife and a normal person exposed to media I was also convinced it was supposed to be sore. This time I am birthing not only at home which is statistically still very safe but I am trying to challenge the subconscious perception that it is supposed to be painful.

My births were amazing. I did them drug free and statistically for a low risk pregnancy the outcome for baby and mother is still better for normal birth with minimal intervention. Yet I am considered the brave one, when if you look at research I actually had the safest births.

I think it is sad that birthing normally has become equated with bravery. As I said I understand why and I don’t blame people for the way they feel. I just think it is sad.

My next post I think I will do on why birth does not have to be painful and traumatic. Maybe as the number of people that have calm comfortable births increase the idea that it has to be agony can be challenged.