24 weeks

This weekend brought me to 24 weeks, ‘V Day’! Our little man is now viable, meaning if he was born early he would have a better chance of survival.  

He’s also making Mummy’s belly grow by the day! What have I to report since the last post? Well, I haven’t been very well over the weekend and just haven’t felt like doing much really. On Friday night I started off with a bit of a cough, by Saturday evening it had gotten gradually worse, and then through the early hours of Sunday morning I was waking every couple of hours in tears as my throat was agonisingly painful. Hot water & lemon juice seemed to cure that, though I still have bit of a cough. But, get rid of a sore throat and a bad cold appears! I’ve lost count of how many tissues I’ve gone through in the last couple of days it’s been that bad! Worse that I can’t really take much for it, but I would rather ‘suffer’ and protect my little man from any medication I would normally take. It’s also just typical that it would appear right after I’d booked my flu jab last Friday, for today! I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to have it because of the cold, but I went anyway and the nurse said that because I haven’t had a fever or anything that she would give me it. I’m now a little sore, but again, would rather protect my little man. 

Clumsy episode since being pregnant #8 – I caught my hand on the catch of the door, right on the corner and it hurt so much! 

I’ve also had more random dreams, these should be funny! Going to keep a log of them so when he’s older, I can tell Baby G about some of the dreams Mummy had when she was carrying him! The first very funny random one this week, involved me being on ‘Frozen Planet’ (a documentary programme here in the UK) – I was adrift a piece of ice in the sea, and was being attacked by a polar bear, but managed to fight him off! I eventually reached the shore and found a log hut, but then an Arctic fox was chasing me, so I flew upon to a really high stool in a Superman-like fashion, and found a piece of rope and was hitting the fox with it, when suddenly appeared….a house cat! A house cat?! In the middle of a frozen sea?! Anyway, I teased the cat with the rope, until it grabbed hold of it, then I was swinging it about teasing the fox with it, and decided to feed it to the fox! How mean! I made my escape whilst the fox was feeding on the cat though… My second one, I was visiting a friend (who I actually am going to visit very soon and have dreamed about visiting her before), I got to her house and she was busy ironing so plonked me down on the sofa with a box of Ferrero Rocher, her little boy was sat on the floor and said ‘I want a jar of curry sauce for tea tonight'(?!), and then some ninja grannies burst into the living room and she attacked them with her iron! I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come… (Although funnily enough, that same day she & her husband had a row, and he bought her some Forrero Rocher to apologise!)


3 thoughts on “24 weeks

  1. Wow congrats on the new baby… 25 years of trying must be pretty rough. I saw some of your nice comments on my site and I wanted to come and. Check your site out. I'm so happy I did, seeing blogs like this one really give me hope.

    Good luck with everything and get well soon. – smile

  2. It's actually 2 and a half years – I just noticed the . on my 'meet me' part couldn't be seen very well so have changed it, oops! Thank you for stopping by 🙂

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