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hey folks, leaping onto tumblr for a split second just to let you all know…

i am fine, we are fine. The Dwarflet made his entrance on Wednesday 7th March, and he is more than fine; he is amazing. It’s been a very long and difficult process this time around – and worth every. single. second. 

We’re all home now and adapting to our new normal. 

The Dwarfling is proving to be the world’s most incredible (and cutest) big sister.

Thank you to everyone who messaged me with expressions of support – It is hugely and honestly appreciated, from the bottommost bottom of my heart ❤

love you all LOADS, and I dearly hope to be more available online after a few weeks’ adjustment time 🙂 

Hey you haven’t been around for a while, everything alright?

yeah, just hot and tired and lacking in energy. I’m now 8 months pregnant, and urgh SUMMER IN AUSTRALIA. *suffers a sweltery humid death* Sorry for being a flake. Up-front, I don’t expect I will be any more reliable until after this bub has arrived, tbh. I am hermit-ising like whoa.

Also, if I can be frank, with my emotional (read: hormonal, GAHHHH) walls this thin and volatile, tumblr is just not a great place to be, honestly. There is so much outrage-porn and anger and the like, and I can’t handle it all the way I normally would. I can barely handle the news at the moment, even. 

I am a bit of a wuss rn. Again, sorry. *sheepish look*

haven’t heard much from you recently, dets! how’ve you been?

Been okay! It’s very hot and humid here, lots of storms lately. And I’m honestly in awe of every person who has been pregnant in the Queensland summer. And i’m in South-East QLD too, the cushiest, least-sweltery part of the state. 

I’ve had a LOT of visitors over the holiday period, and the Dwarfling has been home with me 24/7 also. So it’s been pretty busy!

Other than being an active little warrior in training, is the Dwarflet’s development going smoothly? Are you getting enough rest?

Dwarflet is developing just as they should, apparently! There was some extra attention paid to the scans/blood tests etc earlier on in the pregnancy, because I am 35+ years old. This puts the bub and I at a higher risk of certain complications and conditions – but no worries, as far as we know, we are both chugging along A-OK.

(Being 35+ years old, apparently this technically makes me an ‘elderly multigravida’… ELDERLY. Harrumph. ಠ_ಠ )

Anyway. Dwarflet is fine and feisty, measuring a little bigger than their gestational age. No risk of low birth weight for THIS kiddo, lmao. Considering that I am a short skinny lil muppet of a human, I am beginning to resemble a watermelon on stilts. 

No, I am absolutely not getting enough rest, but that’s not uncommon for an Aussie summer pregnancy. It’s very hot and humid here rn!

Dets, are you okay?

giggle-fit:

determamfidd:

Hey Nonnie, I’m all right physically, but emotionally I’ve been better. 

Sorry for the long dramatic silence, everyone. I am now finished with work for the year, which is great. I can work on a bit of self-care at last, then on the upcoming holidays, and then begin preparing for the new bubba. 

I’m at 27 weeks now. Struggling with the heat, some pretty nasty pre-partum depression, exhaustion, etc. This Dwarfling is bigger than my first, and MUCH stronger, and looooves to kick me awake at night. I am just. very tired, all the time. Dealing with family stuff and my energetic, curious, amazing lil toddler is honestly about all my body is allowing me to accomplish.

I don’t want to sound self-pitying or like a big drama-queen whiner – I’m managing, and I’m lucky: I have no major pregnancy complications, my baby is healthy and growing well, I have a house and food and stuff. I’m just very, very tired.

Thanks for thinking of me, Nonnie. *hugs* you’re a kind soul.  

Wait….there’s PRE-partum depression?!?!?

Yep and it stinks. Also known as prenatal or antenatal depression. It’s important to be upfront about your mental health history when you’re pregnant, and to let your caregivers know when/if you’re low. They’re all aware I have depression, that my PND last time around was p extreme, and that I undergo panicky episodes that have increased in severity with my pregnancy (I HATE DRIVING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW, I stg – my heartrate scares me when people honk the horn at each other…!).

I’m getting support through my shared care arrangements: both from my lovely GP and from the midwives at the hospital. It’s covered by medicare and my taxes, so hooray for that at least, that’s one less stress to consider. 

I’m getting through without my meds, thanks to the help of a diverse team of awesome ladies, all working together. But I had to let them know, and I have to keep letting them know. That’s my job. 

*shakes finger* Dwarflet, be nicer to your Mommy!

here’s a funny story: my GP told me to count kicks/movements at my last appointment. She even pointed me at a baby movement app. “About twenty movements or so per day is normal at this stage,” she said.

I am told that my glare was something to behold. Because this kid can manage twenty movements in under two minutes. Usually at 2am.

Dwarflet is obvs training to kick Orc butt. 

Dets, are you okay?

Hey Nonnie, I’m all right physically, but emotionally I’ve been better. 

Sorry for the long dramatic silence, everyone. I am now finished with work for the year, which is great. I can work on a bit of self-care at last, then on the upcoming holidays, and then begin preparing for the new bubba. 

I’m at 27 weeks now. Struggling with the heat, some pretty nasty pre-partum depression, exhaustion, etc. This Dwarfling is bigger than my first, and MUCH stronger, and looooves to kick me awake at night. I am just. very tired, all the time. Dealing with family stuff and my energetic, curious, amazing lil toddler is honestly about all my body is allowing me to accomplish.

I don’t want to sound self-pitying or like a big drama-queen whiner – I’m managing, and I’m lucky: I have no major pregnancy complications, my baby is healthy and growing well, I have a house and food and stuff. I’m just very, very tired.

Thanks for thinking of me, Nonnie. *hugs* you’re a kind soul.