Yes this weekend after a push to get things started on the house we began by ripping up the nasty nasty bottle green carpet which has been in since we moved in. Why anyone thought that was a good plan I don't know but Al and I chopped it up into pieces and it's now living in the yard until such time as we can ceremonially burn it and dance round it rejoicing.
We have lovely floorboards underneath but sadly not good enough to just sand so for now they'll see the world until they're duely covered up by, you guessed it, more wooden floor!
This is the beginning. Tomorrow the electrician is coming to tell me what he needs to do in the house and what we need to do to prepare and then hopefully get that sorted on thursday and friday.
Saturday after feeling sufficiantly recovered from the plague to be able to go into society al and I mooched along to Gemmas Rock band party for her birthday which was a laugh. I went as Siouxsie Soux, al went as Kurt Cobain and there we met Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Joey Jordison and Eddie "vader" and the White Stripes which was fun! I think Gem had a good time which was the main thing :D
I wish I could say I was enjoying pregnancy but so far I'm not. I've never felt so tired and wussy in all my life and people won't let me do anything. We're moving office in a couple of weeks and I have to sit and man the phones because I can't lift anything. I know it's good but seriously, I feel like an invalid! Plus the sickness hits at very strange times and just when I thought I had a handle on it, it changes. This week instead of wanting to eat everything on the planet, I'm not able to eat anything at all without a struggle. I'm such a grumpy "patient" - or you could read that as control freak, whichever fits hahahah!
Saying that I'm fairly anxious everything is ok. I have my first scan soon and I can then find out if everything is ok. I hope everything is ok, I wonder what we're do if it wasn't. Alongside that I'm worrying about the mortgage which has to be sorted out and also the utter bollocks that is Maternity Leave. It's a myth that maternity leave is a woman's right and the government would have you believe they are oh so generous to give women even MORE maternity leave so they can spend longer at home with their kids - which is something they want to encourage.
When you look in to it though generous is definitely not the word. You're entitled to 6 weeks almost full pay and the it goes to statutory maternity pay for 6 months which is a whopping - are you ready for this? £117 a week.
Wooo go wild everyone!
Clearly that's so helpful to women who earn more than that to stay at home with their kids and be a family with family values like they keep wanting to promote and be able to breast feed (which they ideally want you to do for at least 6 months). For me to do that I'd have to take a £1000 pay cut from our monthly wages and not pay the mortgage or bills.
So helpful to a new and struggling family I think. Thanks government, I have so much faith in you!
Anyway, besides feeling cheated by the system and trying to reconcile the fact that i won't even be able to breast feed my child which is just devastating me, I have to remain positive that bean is ok and try and be calm about it all.
this week:-
If you could see your baby this week you'd see that his fingers and toes are emerging, his eyelids practically cover his eyes and his embryonic tail is just about gone. Of course, it's still too early to tell whether you're having a boy or a girl because the telltale parts aren't visible yet, but go ahead and play the guessing game.
My guess is it's an alien that smokes rollies and says Laaa a lot ;)
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