I know I have complained about my pregnancy paranoia before, but it reached new levels yesterday. But let me start at the start...
Saturdays are days filled with fun in our house, so it started out like any other normal Saturday, had breakfast, off to the chemist to get Gerhard some (more) pills, went to the golf shop and bought Liam his first little set of real golf clubs, Kindermusik, lunch at a tea garden, and then, as Gerhard puts Liam in the car and Liam insists on his new golf clubs (still in the box) being placed next to him on the seat, Gerhard pulls a muscle in his back. Its so bad that I end up driving home and Gerhard is bent over backwards in the passenger seat.
I then later on pop into Woollies for some groceries for the week, and decide to pop into the chemist again to get poor Gerhard (who just happens to have a golf date today) some voltaren emulgel. Up to now, you must admit, all noble principles, I am the dutiful wife heavily pregnant, still taking care of my little family, yay me...
Now of course someone needs to apply said voltaren gel to the poor suffering husband's back, and Liam is probably a tad to small, so I do it. I think of putting on some latex gloves, but my lovely domestic worker fond of not throwing anything away placed an empty box back in the cupboard.
So I apply the gel, even work in a bit of a massage, poor thing. End of story, husband starts to feel better to such an extent that we go for a walk and Liam plays in the park a bit, see, perfect little nuclear family, right?
On the way back, I suddenly get a serious cramp in my tummy, it immediately gets better when we get home, but still, I cannot resist that ever present urge to do what comes natural, I google. Goodness gracious me, voltaren is to be avoided in the third trimester as it can delay labour, it can lead to the closing of the ductus (more googling to get to the bottom of this). Blah blah blah...what have I done? Gerhard recons this is paranoia in a whole new dimension, he tells me that my hands were probably in touch with the voltaren for two minutes (that is the last massage he will ever get). I washed my hands three times afterwards, but still, I worry.
Off to bed, and I spend a sleepless night dreaming of poor Luka with her closed ductus not making her appearance any time soon.
Wake up this morning, feeling a bit tired and Luka (obviously tired too) is a bit slow starting her normal morning movements, so in the interests of my unborn child, what do I do? Well I have a large cup of coffee!
Not long after this, she moves.
My message today, Luka, if you read this one day and you are totally addicted to caffeine, highly strung, wired, chain smoking, on Prozac, its my fault sweety, I needed to see that you were ok constantly. Love mommy
Just as a side note, I went to my gynea 3 days later and she laughed at me saying that merely having the stuff on your hands for 5 minutes cannot harm the baby, so once again, sorry Luks for all the coffee hun ((()))
Saturdays are days filled with fun in our house, so it started out like any other normal Saturday, had breakfast, off to the chemist to get Gerhard some (more) pills, went to the golf shop and bought Liam his first little set of real golf clubs, Kindermusik, lunch at a tea garden, and then, as Gerhard puts Liam in the car and Liam insists on his new golf clubs (still in the box) being placed next to him on the seat, Gerhard pulls a muscle in his back. Its so bad that I end up driving home and Gerhard is bent over backwards in the passenger seat.
I then later on pop into Woollies for some groceries for the week, and decide to pop into the chemist again to get poor Gerhard (who just happens to have a golf date today) some voltaren emulgel. Up to now, you must admit, all noble principles, I am the dutiful wife heavily pregnant, still taking care of my little family, yay me...
Now of course someone needs to apply said voltaren gel to the poor suffering husband's back, and Liam is probably a tad to small, so I do it. I think of putting on some latex gloves, but my lovely domestic worker fond of not throwing anything away placed an empty box back in the cupboard.
So I apply the gel, even work in a bit of a massage, poor thing. End of story, husband starts to feel better to such an extent that we go for a walk and Liam plays in the park a bit, see, perfect little nuclear family, right?
On the way back, I suddenly get a serious cramp in my tummy, it immediately gets better when we get home, but still, I cannot resist that ever present urge to do what comes natural, I google. Goodness gracious me, voltaren is to be avoided in the third trimester as it can delay labour, it can lead to the closing of the ductus (more googling to get to the bottom of this). Blah blah blah...what have I done? Gerhard recons this is paranoia in a whole new dimension, he tells me that my hands were probably in touch with the voltaren for two minutes (that is the last massage he will ever get). I washed my hands three times afterwards, but still, I worry.
Off to bed, and I spend a sleepless night dreaming of poor Luka with her closed ductus not making her appearance any time soon.
Wake up this morning, feeling a bit tired and Luka (obviously tired too) is a bit slow starting her normal morning movements, so in the interests of my unborn child, what do I do? Well I have a large cup of coffee!
Not long after this, she moves.
My message today, Luka, if you read this one day and you are totally addicted to caffeine, highly strung, wired, chain smoking, on Prozac, its my fault sweety, I needed to see that you were ok constantly. Love mommy
Just as a side note, I went to my gynea 3 days later and she laughed at me saying that merely having the stuff on your hands for 5 minutes cannot harm the baby, so once again, sorry Luks for all the coffee hun ((()))
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