The
past couple weeks have been a whirl wind; the trip to England especially. We got there on Monday and it was a long day
in which Deb hadn’t slept in about 36 hours and I had only about an hour sleep
in that time. M & P met us at the
airport to lead us from Manchester to Doncaster. M checked that Deb was a good driver, and off
we went. That was an experience, driving
on the opposite side of the road and traffic circles everywhere, and M weaving
in and out and between traffic. We later
learned he is a rally race driver, and we were following that kind of driving. We made it in one piece; Deb a little
frazzled, but made it none the less.
The
flight there was nice to the fact we had three seats to ourselves. However there was a screaming child that just
wanted to sleep and the parents (mostly the dad) kept waking her up. She was asleep, he took her pillow, repeat
screaming. As the mum is trying to get
her to sleep she kept nudging her shoulders or something and disrupting
rem. Once again the girl about 2-3 years
old was asleep, and the dad shook her “Are you ok?” A few people had asked if the mum needed
assistant getting the child to sleep and the mum said no. After the pillow incident, there were a
couple guys near the dad that warned him if he touched the child, follow up
wouldn’t be good. We almost had mutiny
on the flight. So of the 8.5 hour
flight the last 2 hours were peaceful.
The child just was TIRED and wanted to sleep.
We
were in England for 5 days and travelling for two. We crammed a lot of things into 5 days. Of course main agenda was visiting grandma at
the hospital. She was a lot worse that I
was originally prepared for. Her hair
was wisped, teeth out, large gash on the forehead, barely able to speak, tubes
up her nose for feeding, oxygen tubes for breathing and left side paralyzed. It was a shock to the system. Her mind was 100% there though. Some hallucinations though, probably
medication induced though.
Other
highlights included, my cousin’s wedding, P’s birthday, visiting Cusworth Hall
and getting a private tour, visiting Chatsworth Hall/Gardens, getting lost in a
town called Chesterfield, Doncaster Markets, downtown Doncaster shops, visiting
my Auntie, having lunch with my Uncle, and visiting with P & M &
J. Luckily, the adrenaline of keeping
busy kept me awake. Just the week before
pregnancy fatigue had me napping at any given/allowable moment.
Once
home it took me a week to get over the jet lag.
Once again I needed to randomly nap.
On the slight plus side, even though I can’t drink coffee, I can drink
Tea, good old English Typhoo tea. Mmmm. Surprisingly I didn’t gain weight in
England. I think it is mostly due to the
fact it was my most active week in months, we did have a lot of naughty foods,
ie, chocolates, Fish & Chips with scraps.
Not all bad, but more than normal.
The
week after we got back I also had my first ultrasound. It was great to see baby in there, and a bit
of a shock, it became a little more real.
The heartbeat was at a constant 163.
All my chromosome markers that they tested for came back great. At that day I was then technically 12 weeks
from LMP, but they ran from insemination date which put me at 11 weeks and 5
days. Baby measured to be 11 Weeks 6
Days; so pretty much right on par. Here
are some pictures.
I’m a
little behind on my belly pictures, but really no change from outward
appearance. I’ll post them shortly.