I'd luuuuve to celebrate the day with all the required ingredients, but it might be a bit complicate... The only thing I managed to achieve was that lil painting, and 2 other ones that I'll try to finish after this post (pulllllease Loup, if you might sleep another hour, that would be fantabizoobidy!)
Despite the tiredness, which I can hardly survive at the moment, I manage to enjoy a blessed moment on the weekend: breast-feeding my lil wolf while watching rugger! Yeahhhhhhhhhhh!!! It felt wonderful, simple pleasures might definatly be the best :P
Huggggles my friends! And thank ewwws for all your lil messages below (happy happy sigh)
Martin made me laff with the "last minute update" blog below, what a great idea! What a real life blog! It's mine and I'm proud of it :P hehe **~~*^* **^^* *
I'm back here since a couple of days, but finding time to seat behind Gulliver is almost impossible! The birth went wonderfully, I'd do it again anytime: -losing waters at 9.00 on Friday, as you ALL know ;-) -mom arriving at 9.30 to spend the night to keep Lola -arriving at the hospital at 10.00 -a *dream team* of 4 specialists welcoming us in the birthroom -awfully painful contractions at 10.30 -blessed epidural at 11.00 -baby ready to come at 2.15 am -2.25 am: I start to push, without any pain, wonderful -2.32 am: I'm holding Loup (to be pronounced as in "Lou" Reed)
A few hours later I could walk and felt really well. I really insisted to go back home as soon as possible. As Loup had lost weight only for 1 day (which almost never happens! Usually they lose weight for a few days!) and as I was having lots of milk after 2 days, they let me go out.
I had missed so much Lola, I just had to be back home. But it's now that I feel really tired, Lola wanting to spend much time with me, Loup wanting to eat every 2 hours, night and day.
Just found on the excellent blog de Mel', a lil game for us goilz (but hey guys, you can play and show us your *halloween fantasy* :P)! We may do not play barbie anymore (and don't swear you never did!), but this kind of lil game is a fine substitute ;-) hehe
Et hop, I forget I am a big fat seal and I suddenly dressed for Halloween! Show me your treats now ;-)
The shrimpette is still actively fighting against her chickenpox.. And I check everyday if the lil spots start to disappear (when there are not anymore of them, no way the baby can get infected), but it takes time.
I'm physically not feeling on top of the world, I *know* the baby start to lack space in my belly, I feel it, and it is uncomfortable for both of us. But we do the best we can, I haven't been outside for 4 days now (!!!!) because I did not want to risk the 5 floors. But tomorrow I'll have to do it, nobody will be here to help me with the shrimpette and she simply has to go out to breathe fresh air!
When my mom comes to see me, she can't help telling I look really bigger from one day to the other! LOL Thank you mama! But I fear she is right. I have to deal with it, I'm a cocoon for my *mini-mec*, my body is his protection for the moment, and that's what matters :-))))
As for Lola, she's never asked for me so much, there have been no way I could let her to her grand-ma. So I'm here for her, doing all what I can.
I'll get my blood results for chickenpox on Friday...a week to get them! a waste of money because it will be too late in any case.
Anyway, I've never felt so much as a warior-mama as I am right now! Dealing with Lola's infection, still working on Herman's project, being ready to give birth, still taking care of all what I can at home, etc... No doubt I'm winning a kind of new strength at the moment... thanx to my angels !**~~*^* *^^* *
It's been ages I've talked of Joe in here. He's been doing well, asking 20 times a day for food, sleeping the rest of the time, having to accept Lola's lil lies "Mama, Joe has just bitten me! Mama, joe has scratched me!!!".. etc, a sweet routine for him.
Till a few days ago when we felt something we knew already on the side of left hip. THE tumour. Fooking tumour. It is back, not even two years after his operation and chemotherapy!!!!! :(((( Well, I should not be that surprised, the veterinary had warned us. But shit. This time, no way they can remove it because he simply does not have enough flesh and muscle anymore there.
So I'm a bit in the fog with that. He does not suffer at all for the moment, and the tumour is very small. Medicine won't help him anymore, or make him awfully weak. He's had enough of that.
He's 13 now, which is old, but he's a baby to me! Well, we're going to wait & see, we do not have much choice now.
Voilà, Lola has just caught a nasty chickenpox, which was excatly what she and I needed right now.
It can be very dangerous for a new born baby. And for the pregnant woman, the worst time to catch it during the pregnancy is within the 3 weeks before the birth. Damn.
I think I've caught it already when I was a kid, but I'm not sure. I've just made a blood test but I'll get the result in 5 days only. Till then, I've had time to catch it too.
Oh fook. And my poor shrimpette needs me all the time while I do my best to keep some distance. And I can't sleep at night, hearing her feeling pain. And I'm frustrated that it happens now!
I called the hospital emergency yesterday to tell them about it. They called me back 20 minutes later, telling they cancelled all the rendez-vous with me next week and that they will not activate the birth. They now ask me to be very careful and wait for very last minute with the birth.
Because the most dangerous for the baby would be to be in contact with that chickenpox. Via meself during the delivery or via Lola or Martin (who's never caught it when younger). Lola won't be allowed probably to come to the hospital to meet her lil bro and if she's still infected when we come back home, she will have to go to her grand-parents.
That really kills me... for the possible danger for the baby, for Lola who needs us, and for all I expected from the birth: having my 2 angels around me, in health and with no stress.
Thanx to Lola, who will not sleep this afternoon, I have time to relax on the computer (but Gawd, I need sleep right now, if you only knew!)
So, I'm back from the hospital, where my midwife (sage-femme) turned into a very male-ish version today. She's been replaced by this new "midwife" (he calls himself this way), and that was not the most comfortable surprise (lol): he's in his early 30s, Baywatch type, with a very white smile. I'm more into female gynos or ugly male-ish ones! (laughing) He was professional, nice and careful, that was the main point :P
Anyway, the baby and I are doing well. But the baby, being apparently quite big, starts to lack room in my belly, so I have another rendez-vous on monday morning (full moon on Monday! haha!) in the emergency part of the hospital to check how's my cervix. If it's ready enough or not. If it's ready, then they will *motivate* the labour on the next days.
Sooooo, I feel like I'm going to plan the most lazy fo the weekends! hehe All that is exciting, A new chapter's about to start, I'll let you know on Monday about it, of course... if not before! :P
I think I talked of Julia here a couple of years ago... Julia is an adorable sheep, a mama sheep actually. She lives in Bretagne, she's not ours, but she lives in front of the family house there. Every year she gets preggie and usually give birth to one or two lambs. She keeps her babies a few months, then... the lambs are sent to a butcher so that he can *prepare* them :-(
Well, I eat meat but could never eat Julia's babies of course! It's all different to me when you *know* them.
Anyway, on last Spring, Julia's had a new baby.
And a few days ago, the most horrible thing happened to Julia (I've been told about it, I was not there). The butcher came to *take care* of the baby, I thought he would have taken the lamb in his van and do his job once back. But nenene, he *took* care* of Julia's baby in front of ... Julia!!!!!!!!!
The poor Julia saw her baby being killed just in front of her! The neighbours realized that when suddenly they heard horrible screams from a crazy Julia who was desperatly running everywhere.
THAT really broke my heart. You have to be a human being to do such a thing, I guess. Because human beings are *aware* of what they do, because they have the choice. What a shame!
I'm still big, round, fat, huge, heavy but... alive! :P
My ribs seems to hesitate between the usual vertical position and the horizontal one, bloody painful! My whole body aches specially when the evening comes, and I must say I don't remember too well what it feels to wake up without feeling like knives in the back and a belly as hard as big rock. But the *mini-boy* seems to love it inside, he moves and moves again more than ever! So, being already a careful-loving-patient mama, I'll wait till my petit monsieur feels ready ;-) (but hurry up, boy!)
Tomorrow, another jump to the hospital though. I can't wait to hear how it's going *inside* :)
When Autumn is that warm and that sunny, you just wanna thank the Gawds and enjoy every bit of it (happy sigh) We've had a wonderful day with a very happy Lola... dat's all I wanted :-)**~~*^* * **^* *
What is it with the news here on the weekend who kept talking about fookin footie even before talking about what's happening in Pakistan...! But when something happens in the western side of the planet, now that's all different.
Even after one year using it, I still love it when I see my lil geoloc map "flashing", specially like right now, I just *noooooooe* miss lulu and Penny are around (or have just been around)! What about a cup of catweewee with me, girls! :P (I'm sick, remember, can't have anything else, sowwwwy ;-)
Hey, girrrrrls, the new edition is available!!! Woooo ooooo Ok, in the last famous rugbymen's calendars, I did not enjoy ALL the pics, but some were fookin funny, and many others were hmm rilly *guuuuuud*, artistically speaking naturally!
I've no idea about this new edition, and I won't know really except if ol' Santa hears me (hey, I've been a good goil you know!)
Anyway that reminds me Autumn is the beginning here for the rugger's new season! Yeeeepeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Even Lola loves rugger already (and footie too... SIGH!)
My neighbour is neither Madonna nor Monica Bellucci, but in her way she's a kind of legend too (ermm in France only)! I think Madame Pliz, Marie-Pierre Casey, lives just near. Two times I've faced her. Wawwwwww!!!!
I thought she had passed away a few years ago (eeeck), bu I'm investigating to be sure! What a scoop if it would be 1) Madame Pliz + 2) in the shape of a ghost ;-) I'll let you know...(s)
No, I feel actually much worse than this panda who seems quite relaxed after all! My belly skin's stretching so much that it hurts now, our *mini-mec* keeps punching in my ribs (at least I KNOW he moves a lot :P), I need 5 minutes before starting to walk because of my back-ache and yeahhhh I've caught that bloody cold which makes me feel I'm gonna push my lil treasure out everytime I sneeze!
hmmm Ok, you just can't feel on top of the world everyday, huh :P Now which me luck, I've to cook the whole day for 27 kids who've planned to celebrate Lola's birthday (in advance) at school tomorrow! Yeaaaaaaaahhhh
Well, it is NOT a good idea to take your child to the doc telling him/her We go to the doc, and the injection will be quick and fine, I promise! We had to be 3 to hold Lola! 10 more minutes and I'd have lost my waters there!
Done! I'm back from my 9th rendez-vous with the gyno. So, yes I can confirm I'm a whale, despite only +10 kgs since the beginning. But the weight does not seem to be a problem for anyone at the hospital except for me and other preggie mamas! lol
I've told the gyno I've had a lot of contractions lately and that my belly was *hard* as a stone most of the time. I wondered if all that was a probbie and if it was painful for the baby... She said "not at all". Then she added that the main point (besides losing waters or having painful contractions) is now to check regularly for the baby's movements. I must feel him moving regularly, at least once, every 4, 5 hours. If not, I have to "wake him up", and if he does not answer I've to rush to the hospital (rushing? lol).
Now for a real piece of news (sorry guys, but for us, goils, pregnancy means also such details), the cervix has just started to open, the gyno could feel just a lil bit the head of the baby there!!! (falling from chair)
I asked her then how long she thinks before the baby wanna go out, and she said about hmmm ... anytime actually, but she thinks I can get 2 other weeks, maybe more if I'm very careful.
I answered with a big PHEWWWWWW and told her I just wanna wait to celebrate Lola's birthday! :)
That's it for the moment, I guess I'll need to share my (positive!) stress in the next days.