therapy

the whole giving birth episode is still racing through my brain, i've got so much to digest and so many questions still and i've decided to write it all down. not right now, because i need to get some sleep before yannick does his "i like to keep mommy awake between 3 and 6 in the morning" routine tonight. but be warned: i'm going to write the whole thing down i guess and post it here. not suitable for kids, yo.

yannick goes online

more will follow soon!

it's a mikey!!!

but his names are yannick koert. the delivery was horrific - i just got out of the hospital. thursday evening, the doctor concluded: "and now i'm going to take a shot of whiskey and a carton of cigarettes and go home". funny guy.


we're doing fine now though. yannick was born during 'what would you say' (mom, it's my birthday!). i'll tell the whole story later. for now, i'm going to feed my son. i'm a mom!!!!! life's crazy!!!! and insanely beautiful!!!!

here goes naturally

they're going to induce labor tomorrow. however much i dreaded this would happen, i almost don't care anymore. enough's enough and 42 weeks of being pregnant is really enough. i want to meet mikey!!


p.s.: we're all sick and tired of waiting. hopefully i'll be able to introduce mikey tomorrow or the day after - send some good vibes while you're asleep tonight :)

getting stripped is not as fun as it sounds.


having said that, i'm dillated 3 centimeters. woo freaking hoo. the contractions come and go, but an emphasis on go.


keeping fingers crossed for tomorrow (hope floats).

at least something's happening

THAT was fun. not. they took my blood pressure right after i had crossed the entire hospital in search of the right floor, so it suddenly was sky high (well, high-er). this resulted in a series of tests which kept me from eating on time, which resulted in me almost passing out. wonderful.


buuuuuuuut... of course, everything is a-okay. ctg: a+. ultrasound: a+. my pregnancy is 'ideal', according to the gynaecologist - except for the small detail that he/she won't come out. so i made an appointment to be induced for this thursday. and of course tomorrow, the midwife is scheduled so she can 'strip' me.


buuuuuuuuut.... still keep your fingers crossed 'cause i had some contractions the last few hours. let's hope this time it'll stick and get worse (= better). no pain, no gain!

i'm heading to the hospital for a ctg (heart film). fingers crossed.


deep down i'm hoping i'll go into labor right then and there and come home with a baby instead of some test results. but shhhh. i might jinx it.

1 week overdue

waiting is not my biggest talent.


and i know i sound like ungrateful bitch.


the fun part is, is that every slightest movement of your uterus gives you hope. and by the time you have a full-grown toddler in your uterus, like me, there's massive movement. all the live long day. i am bruised just beneath my ribs. it's slightly blue. I'M NOT KIDDING!!!


anyway, i'm waiting for pain. real pain. interesting.

come out, come out, no use in hiding...


seriously.

this morning i had an interesting episode. i started to sweat like crazy (the weather is definitely not the reason) and i got really, really dizzy and nauseous. i went to bed and slept for hours. and i feel like i could still sleep an entire day. anyway, it was kinda scary.


tonight i'll try jumping up and down, see if that helps :)

my english - part gazillion

i think i messed up yesterday - i did NOT have any babies. no babies in sight over here. just babies in wombs, refusing to come out. mikey is almost 9 pounds and apparently still having a ball at his current home. yes, 9 pounds. imagine my belly, will you. i'm a freaking skippy ball on legs.


the midwife/obstetrician/whatever wants me to have an ultrasound next week if mikey's still not here, and she will what they call 'strip' me (hee). it's something they do to try and instigate dillation, without giving me a shot of hormones. then, if that doesn't help, they will try and induce labor, with hormones, next week when i'm 42 weeks pregnant.


i don't want to be induced. was that obvious? well, i simply don't.
(so we were waiting)
(hot sex nipple stimulation castor oil gory movies)
(name that tune)


ANYWAY.


my life consists of waiting. and i think it's a girl. which will probably mean it's a boy.
this pregnancy thing is really adding to my iq. ahem.

nothing....


I'VE HAD IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


hi :)

keep that cork on that bottle still. nothing going on 'round here. i'm guessing (hoping) monday. place yer bets.

it's my due date

so i'll cry if i want to.


not really though. i think i'm going to make it lazy day. doing absolutely nothing but maybe clean a little and cook. y'all have fun at work today. hee.

i need to talk about something else

so i'll tell y'all that i had a very vivid dream where i met dave matthews. yes, i am in fact a stalker somewhere in my subconsiousness.


what happened was that i just met him on the street here in the netherlands. he asked me for directions. i said 'hey dave!' and then realized that although i knew him, he didn't know me. so i explained that i was that dutch fan. him: 'oh, you're the dutch fan'. i'm 16. seriously.


anyway, he asked me if i wanted to have some coffee so we did and we talked about music, mostly about carter's talent i think. then we started the conversation about the song: #41. at this moment, all these americans come flooding the coffee place and ask for autographs and stuff. stupid americans :)


and that's when i woke up. very uninteresting, eh? but at least i talked about something else.

no.


but there's nothing like a pint of ben & jerry's and the best excuse in the world to eat it.

i don't know what the freak's going on but suddenly i've got zits all over my face (haven't had any since may) and my breasts hurt like hell.


interesting.

sorry meeks

nothing to report here :). it's my grandmother's birthday, so it would have been cool though.

as if i'm not almost peeing my pants already

ohdearholymotherofgod

i'm going to see alo tonight! woot woot!


and i'm starting three paintings today, to put on the wall in the nursery.


don't say i'm not productive. ha!

waiting for mikey

one week and two days left until the due date. one week baby! one week!


... and then there is the chance that mikey doesn't feel like it yet and stays inside for another three weeks. i keep playing 'waiting for jaden' in my head (alo, people. get with the program). speaking of which.... alo is playing the melkweg tomorrow!!!! woot!!!! now let's hope they won't pull a dmb and make it their close to only performance here.


it's still all pretty all-absorbing. it's exciting and scary and wonderful. and also the most UNCOMFORTABLE i have ever felt. like i swallowed a skippy ball which is slowly being inflated until i burst. last night i didn't know whether to sit, lay or stand in bed in order to get some sleep. everything hurts. my back, my hips, my legs, my arms.


enough complaining. it's 10.42 and i'm still in my bathrobe. something i haven't experienced since i was a fulltime student. in my defense, i'm extremely exhausted from the heat we had going on here for a couple of weeks and now the lack of sleep because of my aches.


believe it or not, but i'm thinking about y'all and your wonderful country a lot these days. wondering when i get to go back. wondering if i could take mikey with me. wondering what his/her dad will think about that, since he's not the greatest fan of air travel.


one week, baby!