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It was a really good day today. Think we’re going to make a point of trying to have more, specially seeing as I’ll be doing the whole homeschooling thing.

We went to Freo for the fruit and veg and meat as we usually do. Tiny got a banana from the stall holder we usually go to, as he usually does, and we got the fruit and veg, then left them there to pick up later and headed out. We caught up with Clara from the crepe place and I bought a Nutella crepe which Tiny got half of. I think I have him hooked on Nutella now, I’m such a bad parent. And I think I might need to buy some now. And perhaps get some peanut butter from the misc organic food place near the meat place. There were babies, babies everywhere and I was feeling weird. (sighs as JJ starts imitating a chicken again :)

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I have decided I’m sick of the state of the house so I’m cleaning it.

I think they call this nesting instinct. Had to come in useful for something. Currently working on the kitchen, just taking a quick break coz I just put Tiny to sleep and JJ is making lunch (or making some rice to have with leftover casserole at any rate). Then we’re going to clean the kitchen, or maybe I will because apparently he’s tired from not getting enough sleep (he wants 10 hours and is getting about 6 or 7, and has been doing the bulk of the housework and taking care of Tiny coz my contractions won’t slow down when I’m resting and speed up and occasionally get stronger when I do stuff, I’m that over it that I don’t actually care anymore, which probably makes me a bad mum, but whatever). Lots of sorting and throwing out and stuff to do.

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Day yesterday was great. We went to Freo to return some unused raffle tickets that the football club was trying to get us to sell, and I checked up on the status of my Purple Haze jumper (apparently they’ll call me, but at least this time they have this in and I’ve got the jumper).

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Tuesday and today were nice (so was Wednesday, but JJ was only gone for two and half hours then :).

On Tuesday JJ was gone for the whole day. We woke up and had breakfast, JJ headed off to uni. Tiny helped me do the dishes and a fold the laundry (and by that I mean he scrubbed a wooden spoon for the entire time when he wasn’t splashing around or stirring the dish water with it, and handing me laundry and then “helpfully” moving some of the stuff back into the basket, and even more “helpfully” stashing all the clothes into random drawers :)

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I woke up several times this morning, mostly coz Smidge was sleeping on my bladder and a couple of times coz Tiny kept latching on.

When I actually woke up this morning, I noticed something. Not feeling sick XD

Well my stomach was cramping and the queasy feeling crept in afterwards, but I didn’t feel like primordial ooze when I woke up so that was great. My wrists and ankles felt swollen and achey even though they look perfectly normal, but I don’t care, they can be swollen and achey coz I don’t feel sick!

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I’m sure people think the idea is appealing. Lie in bed and have someone else do everything for you and you can just chill out.

It’s driving me insane.

Why am I on bedrest? Well. Last week sometime I started having tightenings across the stomach and my uterus felt like it was leaking. One midwife call later and she suggested I stay in bed as much as possible as I was having regular (if short and painless for me) contractions. Least the fluid in question was just a ridiculous amount of cervical mucous and not amniotic fluid. And apparently my cervix looked very slightly eroded, might have been a bit short (can’t remember) but otherwise was thick and shut exactly the way it should be.

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Got this link from tks off AB.

http://community.livejournal.com/boob_nazis/1737571.html

The only place people have trouble with breastfeeding is in this pathetic “civilised, developed” world which despite being massively technologically advanced is intellectually completely backward. Only in these so-called “developed” countries, especially those of the “Christian” persuasion is breastfeeding “indecent”.

In “developing” countries, aside from the places where those fat ignorant fucks Nestle and other formula companies have been pushing their chemical cocktails of potential death, breastfeeding is normal. Any mum can go out anywhere and flop out a boob for a hungry baby or toddler, and no one even notices. Or if they do notice they’re all “Awwwww look, isn’t that sweeeeeet *\gush*”. Hell even in some Muslim countries where the women wear those top to toe garbs (which I so should know the name of but it’s evading me right now), it’s not unusual to see a woman, face covered for reasons of modesty, boob out to feed her child. Because breastfeeding is normal and I think it’s actually somewhere in their religious texts as well, though I’ll have to double check that.

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I don’t know if voluntary formula feeders do any research at all into what they’re choosing to put into their babies o_O

I don’t think formula makers care as long as they’re raking in the cash. Cunts.

This is scary, scary shit.

fyn’s solution: ban all formula and establish milk banks.

Although the problem with that is some health authority (I need to find out who for maximum ridicule, and need to find the exact quote as well) claims that it’s not known if human milk is safe for human consumption. Ugh.

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Had a midwife from the Community Midwives come visit, and everything is cool, so we are progressing. I am very happy :) Turns out that hiring a birth pool is an option coz they’re not nearly as big as I thought they were so with minimal furniture arrangement one will definitely fit. Yay!

Seems like I did get my dates right after all which is a good thing, she checked and said the uterus was exactly where it was supposed to be, and she ended up not really using the wheel thing that they have to guess dates coz I have a 32 day cycle not the standard 28 day one. Stupid long cycles. She also reckons I have a high chance of going early coz Mr Baby was born two weeks early. Left a file behind that I’ve been going through. They take care of pretty much everything and all we have to do now is work out which hospital to book into in the unlikely event of problems occurring (complications or Smidge decides to rock up before 37 weeks which they won’t handle at home). Probably be going to King Edward because they’re allowed to remain in charge whereas at Kaleeya they can stay but they can’t be in charge.