‘Raspberry leaf tea is a herbal remedy that is thought to tone the muscles of your uterus (womb), to help it work during labour. The idea is not so much to speed up labour but to help it progress at a steady pace.’
I also notice that it says: ‘If you have already had a baby and your labour went smoothly first time around, there is no need for you to drink raspberry leaf tea for this baby.’
It’s not recommended until 32 weeks.
Like I said, I feel like I don’t have much to lose by drinking it. Plus, it’s cold this time of year so it’s nice to have a warm drink to drink (I can’t drink drinks too hot, so I let it cool down).
There is something satisfying about it. T was born in 1986, so it’s also nice that there is a 2 year gap between his and my birth years, and our kids.
33 weeks pregnant with B comparison:
Okay, it’s good to know that I was feeling uncomfortable at 33 weeks before too. I do not think our sofas and bed were that comfortable in Liverpool though.
I feel like I haven’t had a leg cramp in bed for a while, but I have been drinking more water before bed latley.
My work is still therapeutic for me. Getting my head around being a mother and being pregnant during a pandemic, while also feeling stuck in limbo – living in Birmingham with my Nan and not really doing much career wise.
I never got round to cutting down my workload with B, as it was a surprise that she was early and came a couple of days before the ‘couple of weeks before my due date’.
Again, I am just trying to be open minded about the birth and not get my heart set on anything. At least this time we will know how to change a nappy, and hopefully newborn care won’t feel so alien. You’d hope so, as it has not really been that long since B was a newborn…
I had a wasp stuck in my hair the other day at the playground and I could hear it buzzing, I still remained calm though. Tiago likes to swat them away, which I don’t think is a good idea – I have told him that.
I always ask her if I can have a cuddle and she ignores me, which is fair enough as I did ask her question and the answer is obviously no. On this occasion though she came to me and it was very lovely, but yeah I don’t want her to get upset/scared frequently just so I can have nice cuddles.
It may or may not be down to me singing the Something Special theme, though now we also play it on our ‘listening device’ and I think she enjoys it a lot more. I also try to make sure she sees me brushing my teeth, so she knows she isn’t the only one who has to do it.
I originally wrote ‘they are’ as for a minute I forgot that I know it is a girl and that I will have revealed it by now. Yesterday for some reason I thought I was having a boy. My brain… (I actually only corrected one ‘they are’.)
B does eat fish, and my Nan feeds her meat when she eats – I’m not happy about it, but Tiago wants her to eat meat. This is a bigger topic for another day, that I will probably never revisit as I do not have the energy to.
I’m not saying this stuff to be mean about my Nan. I’m just a bit fed up with being a woman in my 30s and getting told by people what I should and should not eat while pregnant.
(I say intentionally as there have been a few mishaps in restaurants, and in foreign countries – Japan with supermarket rice balls especially – where I have accidentally had a bit of meat or fish.)
The other day he knew I just wanted to eat my dinner in peace (I don’t like to talk much while eating), so he gave Nan some dessert. I like his new strategy. You can’t say it’s mean, as Nan is quite happy with her food/tea.
22 weeks pregnant with B comparison:
I think this time I just know how to get up easier.
Trying to pick stuff off the floor is annoying though.
At a restaurant last night the waitress dropped a fork on the floor. I looked to see what it was and she said ‘don’t worry about it’. I just pointed to my bump (I’m 26 weeks at the time of writing this) and said ‘it would be hard for me anyways’.
I guess I do look at people to see if they look pregnant these days too.
I was thinking about bellies being the main focus again today actually. It is odd. There was an episode of Yakka Dee on and it was all about tummies, which made me think about it.
I feel like though I have felt some tickles this time, it just felt more like kicks earlier on. Maybe it’s to do with where the placenta is?
I haven’t had an ad for a pregnancy shoot yet. Disappointing but maybe it’s because I keep rejecting cookies.
I’m yet to take any bump photos with Tiago this time, but he is busy with work and then sometimes he is watching B while I do a shoot. Actually we have been doing family portraits so I guess that is something? But not a shoot like this anyways.
I still can’t tell the difference between a kick and a Braxton Hicks…
Last night she went to bed at 8pm after having dinner at 6.30pm and she woke up when we woke her up at 7am, so that was good. The other nights she had been going to bed 2/3 hours past her bedtime, so it’s good to know she can do it without staying up late late. We’ll have to see if this routine works in the UK.
My Nan got the zebra from a charity shop for four quid. Of course at first she loved the zebra more. They have the same one at the soft play place I took her to, but she was too young for it then and it had no batteries in it – the music adds a lot to it.
She likes to hang on the climbing frame and watch TV.
This makes it sounds like people care. No one cares, but for me it is a big deal. I’ve been dragging out posting my non pregnancy related stuff for a while – going down from two posts a week to one. Now I need to post a backlog of stuff…
With B I waited until after I was 20 weeks, but that was because it took so long to get my syndrome results back. I’m hoping sharing my story this time might help others who may be at similar stage – I’m bored of reading comments on different platforms about people being dumb for getting pregnant during a pandemic.
I just wish I had more time to do it. Yesterday B was sat on the floor with me while I tried to sort through things. I’m playing my favourite game of ‘would I pay £5 to ship this book to keep it?’ I need to be quite ruthless.
We’ve lived with my Nan for 9 months now. We’re grateful, but we need some more space to ourselves. We keep looking at moving out, but we are looking for something short term now and there is not much about. By us living with her she gets support, and we also get support. I think it is normal to want more space, though I feel bad for saying these things.
I do not think that I will be nesting to the same level as when B was born, as I will have B to look after. Also with how our living arrangement is it will be harder to organise things without waking one of them up.
When I leave she does not care at all, which is good. Tiago will put B down and she will cry, but I have to tell him that once he has put her down he should not pick her up again – as I think she cries more as she knows he usually will pick her up again. It sounds mean, but he usually puts her down as he has things to do, so he needs to go do them.
This morning we waved bye through the window, then I took her to the living room before he’d pulled away and within 30 seconds she was fine.
13 weeks pregnant with B comparison:
(I don’t have a picture from 14 weeks, and I’ll save the 14 and a half weeks one for my next post.)
Well, I have been mentioning vomit a lot lately. I was more sick when I was pregnant with B though. Luckily my food aversions didn’t seem so bad this time too.
With this image/hashtags I think I must have actually had a stomach bug or something as Tiago was also sick at least once. We were visiting his brother in Portugal at time and I was really struggling to find food that I wanted to eat as all my usual favourite things weren’t really available.
I’m starting to feel sick just looking at this image and reading the hashtags…
The stepladder that I sit on to feed her in her highchair, the sofa that my Nan sits on, the tables that house things like photo frames and vases, and the glass shelves under the TV which she pushes the cushion away from to do so. Fun times.
I just felt embarrassed. She’s like ‘do you eat a lot of sugar?’, but I said I’m paying for my teenage/early 20s sugar sins.
I was known in high school for my addiction to a certain sugary drink and I was sure one day I’d get a tattoo related to it. I’m glad to say that I have no tattoos. I had that certain drink while at a hospital for a pregnancy scan (when pregnant with B) and they wanted her to change positions. They told me to get a sugary drink and walk up and down the corridors. The drink tasted disgusting (probably due to less sugar) and she did not move.
Classic. She does love smacking my laptop a bit too much.
(21st April: I think the final shot is a bit messy with the composition, but this was the reality of trying to do a shoot. I’m never sure what to use to cover B’s face, but I liked how her hand was so I instinctively copied and pasted it, then enlarged it to cover her features better. It fits well with something I like in photos – hands.)
With my job. I really need to check the weather before I go out as it changes so fast. Today I just wore a coat the whole time as it was spitting constantly (the weather).