Saturday, 26 December 2009
Thursday, 24 December 2009
Tuesday, 22 December 2009
Kate almost didn't get the doctor's letter this morning giving her the all clear to fly to Thailand on Boxing Day.
Apparently Dr. Lucy was very 'conservative'. But after the brouhaha of the last 10 days with the threat of a BA strike and now the weather causing untold chaos at airports around the country, being told at the 11th hour that we couldn't fly because of a piece of paperwork might have sent us over the edge.
However, need for a holiday prevailed and Kate managed to leave the surgery clutching the aforementioned letter (in the name of Kathryn Roskill rather than Harris, as per her passport, so that's a whole new battle to look forward to at check-in).
What's more, apparently we've got a very small baby - about 26cms when it should be 36cms at this stage - so I'm more than a little gutted the Harris runt genes appear to be the dominant ones.
Sunday, 20 December 2009
I've started reading to arrr Stav - a book called Fup by Jim Dodge - as he's now able to hear my voice.
Not entirely suitably reading for a pre-natal, but plenty of opportunities to explore my alternative dramatic calling and try out a range of different accents.
No idea if Stav is following the story, but Kate seems to enjoy being read to.
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
Friday, 20 November 2009
Thursday, 19 November 2009
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Friday, 2 October 2009
Sunday, 13 September 2009
Monday, 7 September 2009
Sunday, 6 September 2009
Friday, 4 September 2009
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Monday, 31 August 2009
Monday, 24 August 2009
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
We had a delicious meal out with Aunt Jane and Uncle Dave last night at the York & Albany.
As we were celebrating Dave's 65th birthday, there was champagne at their house first and then a couple of bottles of wine with dinner.
I was drinking my wine very quickly and would then surreptitiously swap my almost empty glass for Kate's much fuller one, so that everyone would think she was drinking normally.
So surreptitiously, as it turned out, that even Kate didn't notice. It was only in the taxi on the way back home that I told her, lolling from side to side.
And very happily she exclaimed "You've just earnt the 'b' of 'birthing partner'".
I didn't realise that I had to earn my title, and certainly not letter by letter. But it now transpires that I'm not going to be awarded the 'i' until I start proactively applying Dr. Hauschka's body oil to the future bump zone in a bid to avert the onset of stetch marks.
I'm starting to feel like some of the fun of this pregnancy malarkey is being chipped away at.
Sunday, 9 August 2009
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
Monday, 3 August 2009
Sunday, 26 July 2009
Saturday, 25 July 2009
Friday, 24 July 2009
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
Due date of Friday 19th March has been confirmed.
We're going to be dealing with St. Mary's in Paddington.
She can travel at 3 months, which we'd figured given he'd already given us the all clear for Thailand at 7 months, but Phil (Kate's Dad) had told us to check just in case. Thank goodness.
She needs to be careful about doing any exercise that raises her core temperature (which I think both Body Pump and Bikram Yoga, but I've been shouted down).
She's allowed one glass of wine a day.
And Dr. Milne said he could guarantee that it isn't twins, as Kate isn't sick enough.
I'm in mourning.
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Monday, 20 July 2009
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
We've set the cat amongst the pigeons with the prospective grandparents on the subject of who’s going to be called what.
We’ve set both Roskills and Harrises a target of the August Bank Holiday weekend (when the 8 of us will be down at Heatherfield) to come to us with suggestions for what they'd like to be called.
‘Grannie’ is out (my maternal grandmother has that one) and ‘Granama’ is what we call my paternal grandmother.
The final call will of course rest with the parents.
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
Mum is into full grandmotherly overdrive and is getting an ancient 1950s pram upholstered, that’s been around since my Dad and his sisters were babes in arms.
Not for day-to-day use, you understand, (totally impractical and not enough modcons) but for us to put the twins in when they come down to Heatherfield.
Not a bad response from Mum, less than 24 hours after having been told.
Photo of the pram in its current state to follow.
Monday, 13 July 2009
Dr Milne said 'congratulations' to Kate.
Which was nice and has started to renew my faith in the NHS, which took a bit of a battering last night while I was reading a couple of mums' posts on some pregnancy forums. They'd have killed for a 'congratulations'.
Apparently we’re 4 ½ weeks pregnant, so we were only a week out. Although Kate forgot to ask what the due date is (but we think it's 19th March 2010).
He’s also okay’d our trip to Thailand over Christmas when Kate will be 7 months pregnant. Apparently she’ll be feeling better then than at any other time during the 9 months. Watch this space...
It’s an easy wind-up, but twins are in the family.
Kate’s dreading the possibility, but I think it'd would be fantastic (although to be fair, I haven't really thought through the repercussions).
Weird leaving Kate to go to work, for the first time since this momentous news. We’ve both been itching to tell someone all day, but know we can’t (or rather, shouldn't).
Kate not best pleased about me shoving an article in this morning's papers under her nose about the pain of birth being a ‘good’ thing for mothers to go through:
Then I made a pot of filter coffee, but only allowed her to have the one cup.
Maybe I’m being a little over-exuberant.
Sunday, 12 July 2009
Kate’s scarily quick-witted response to the result of the second pregnancy test confirming that yes, she is pregnant.
[Under no circumstances am I ever allowed to say that 'we' are pregnant. That was made very clear. Very early on.]
It wasn't exactly planned. Not at all planned in fact, but we did spent much of Friday and Saturday (which involved two 4 hour car journeys to and from a wedding in Wales) talking about starting to try and start a family.
Oh, the irony.
But apparently I'm still grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Needless to say we were straight onto the internet to try and work out due date (Friday 12th March 2010), the size of our now blastocyst (8 – 10mm) and how much alcohol Kate is allowed to drink every week (nothing, if I have my way).
We have a number of significantly boozy events / lunches / nights out coming up over the next few weeks, so there'll be some serious fudging going on to explain why Kate isn't drinking. And it's all made that much more difficult by Kate's constant cries of "But I've got a few parties left in me yet!".
I don't think she's come round to the idea just yet.