And now, presenting, by popular demand.....a picture of the baby bump!
Yes, it's taken in my office on the camera timer and not particularly creative but you get the general idea. I'll try and get Al to take some better shots on the weekend.
29 April 2009
By popular demand
Yes, it's taken in my office on the camera timer and not particularly creative but you get the general idea. I'll try and get Al to take some better shots on the weekend.
27 April 2009
20 weeks and already like its Mum
Baby De Rooy had its 20 week scan on Friday, the second time it has been in front of a camera and it was just as shy as last time. Luckily we didn't want to know our baby's gender because the radiographer would have had trouble telling us anyway. Baby was being entirely uncooperative and 'hiding' away from the ultrasound, apprently shy of having it's photo taken - not like it's mother at all.
However, it appears it has developed a love for sucking it's thumb - very much like it's mother! In both the 13 and 20 week scans the baby has been captured sucking away on thumb. 
The radiographer said it was all good news and everything was developed or developing as it should be. She also said that the baby was moving around considerably and it wouldn't be very long before I could feel it moving around more. Well she was right because on Sunday I started to feel little 'thuds' in my lower abdomen, right about where the baby's feet were during the ultrasound. Unfortunately it seems that baby's kicking around is also causing my ligaments to stretch in the abdomen, which is normal but can be quite painful at times.
Al decided to get in on the 'baby kicking action' and was trying to provoke the baby into kicking him by pressing on my abdomen. All this did was make me want to go to the toilet! He then settled for laying on my stomach and listening to the baby 'swimming laps'. It won't be long I'm sure before he'll get kicked in the face while doing that, our baby's a fiesty one!
21 April 2009
Pregnancy and travel - strange bedfellows
Last week I went on my first trip to PNG since November 2008 which therefore means it was the first trip since I fell pregnant. By all accounts it was a fairly good journey, but I did learn a few things about being pregnant and long OS trips.
On a trip to PNG in October with a trainer who was 5 months pregnant at the time, I learnt that I should take food with me from Australia just in case. She packed lots of cup-a-soup and muesli bars for her trip. Following her advice I did the same and it turned out to be my saviour. It was funny trying to get everything through customs (both in Port Moresby and back into Cairns) but all I need to say was that I was pregnant and they generally laughed and waved me through.
My bloodhound nose was hard at work but luckily the need to vomit everytime I smelt something 'iffy' had subsided. Praise God. I don't know how I would have made it through the trip if I was still in the morning sickness phase. Let's face it, everything in PNG smells different. The air, the people, the food - and then there's the mine site smells, the fuel, the processing plant etc.
Eating at the mess in the morning was fine - eggs on toast mostly, and I was able to make peanut butter sandwiches for lunch most days which got me through. At night we ate at the Social Club so I had a choice of steak, chicken, fish or steak. Luckily they have fanstastic steak, sourced from Vanuatu I am told.
The first night in my Bungalow I hardly slept at all. It was blowing a gale and there were all sorts of strange noises. I was right next to the back of another accommodation block where a group of employees (I now call ' the boyz') hung out at chatted in Pidgin till late. They also were listening to music and chewing (and spitting) beatlenut constantly. The first night, also, my door blew wide open in the middle of the night. As you may imagine this freaked me out and from then on I propped a chair up against my door at night to prevent a reoccurance.
By Saturday I was starting to fade and the long days, heavy backpack (with laptop etc) and lack of sleep were having a visible impact. My brain, it seemed, had already packed up and gone home as I found my vocabulary was shrinking and I couldn't string sentences together properly.
Sunday, I was glad to be going home but devastated when my alarm went off at 3:50am. I dragged myself out of bed and to the bus stop to get the bus to the airport. The trip home was a bit of a disaster. It's difficult enough to go to the toilet in a plane bathroom, especially a small plane, but try throwing up in one! There is no room, no sink (just antiseptic hand wipes) and of course it smells...Yuk. By the time I got home to Brisbane I was so relieved I nearly cried.
I still have a few more trips to PNG yet, which I'm sure will be an adventure in themselves. Then comes the next adventure.....travelling with a baby!
On a trip to PNG in October with a trainer who was 5 months pregnant at the time, I learnt that I should take food with me from Australia just in case. She packed lots of cup-a-soup and muesli bars for her trip. Following her advice I did the same and it turned out to be my saviour. It was funny trying to get everything through customs (both in Port Moresby and back into Cairns) but all I need to say was that I was pregnant and they generally laughed and waved me through.
My bloodhound nose was hard at work but luckily the need to vomit everytime I smelt something 'iffy' had subsided. Praise God. I don't know how I would have made it through the trip if I was still in the morning sickness phase. Let's face it, everything in PNG smells different. The air, the people, the food - and then there's the mine site smells, the fuel, the processing plant etc.
Eating at the mess in the morning was fine - eggs on toast mostly, and I was able to make peanut butter sandwiches for lunch most days which got me through. At night we ate at the Social Club so I had a choice of steak, chicken, fish or steak. Luckily they have fanstastic steak, sourced from Vanuatu I am told.
The first night in my Bungalow I hardly slept at all. It was blowing a gale and there were all sorts of strange noises. I was right next to the back of another accommodation block where a group of employees (I now call ' the boyz') hung out at chatted in Pidgin till late. They also were listening to music and chewing (and spitting) beatlenut constantly. The first night, also, my door blew wide open in the middle of the night. As you may imagine this freaked me out and from then on I propped a chair up against my door at night to prevent a reoccurance. By Saturday I was starting to fade and the long days, heavy backpack (with laptop etc) and lack of sleep were having a visible impact. My brain, it seemed, had already packed up and gone home as I found my vocabulary was shrinking and I couldn't string sentences together properly.
Sunday, I was glad to be going home but devastated when my alarm went off at 3:50am. I dragged myself out of bed and to the bus stop to get the bus to the airport. The trip home was a bit of a disaster. It's difficult enough to go to the toilet in a plane bathroom, especially a small plane, but try throwing up in one! There is no room, no sink (just antiseptic hand wipes) and of course it smells...Yuk. By the time I got home to Brisbane I was so relieved I nearly cried.
I still have a few more trips to PNG yet, which I'm sure will be an adventure in themselves. Then comes the next adventure.....travelling with a baby!
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