I have had some very interesting adventures over the past couple of weeks, one of which put me on bed rest for two days but it was accompanied by fits of hysterical laughter so it had it's perks.
What put me on bed rest you may wonder? Well it involved a three year old niece of mine in the midst of a full blown tantrum....let's start at the beginning of that story...
Ok so we were at the beach (we as in myself, my sister, and our two kiddies Hunter and Holly) and I was left with the kiddies while Sara popped across the road back home to change into her togs, all was going fine until little Miss Diva decided to make her own rules about playing too close to the road, she got told off as Hunter was wanting to follow her and the third warning which resulted in me being stern in my voice tipped her over the edge...BAM! the sand bucket went flying out of her hand across the beach and she took off down the street like a rat up a drainpipe! .....now here I was, seven months pregnant needing to split myself in two and needing to make a split second decision, do I yell after her to come back and hope she stops and listens and stay with my 17 month old son so he dosn't go near the road? Or do I put faith in the other mums sitting next to him on the beach hoping they would have sense enough to stop him if he did decide to explore while I went after a tantruming toddler who had already put herself in danger?
Well Hunter was stuck on the beach, he was too short to get over the ledge to the footpath, a quick point to him and an understanding from the other mums to watch him I shot off after the screaming toddler to catch her before she hurt herself....what a sight and show I must've put on for the entire beach because I was also aware during my pursuit at how silent the beach goer's were while they stared on, heck even the goddamn waves had paused midroll to take a good nosey!
Now being 7 months pregnant and sprinting after a toddler is no easy feat but I was lucky enough to have one thing in my favour - Holly was still holding the blow up donut around her waist so it slowed her down considerably, within seconds I had hooked that donut under my arm and she came to a skidding halt, the crying and screams continued while I walked her back to Hunter (who was still standing in the same spot with a bemused look on his face) and I was forced to sit there while Holly sat on the grass verge and screamed her little lungs out and clawed at the grass in rage. a stern telling off and a few deep breaths finally calmed me down and it felt like an eternity before Sara came back and was filled in on the details of the nightmare I had just lived through, lets just say we ended up leaving the beach about 2 minutes later (making Sara's tog change pointless lol) and we set off back home....we entered the car park and Sara then asks "oh no, where's the house key!? It fell out of my pocket! we can't get back into the house!!!"
ummmm....you're kidding right!! surely this day cannot get any worse....
Well the key could not be found, we had no cell phones to call anyone to come rescue us so I knew there was no other choice, "Sara" I said, "You have to break into the house, there is no other way"
So we picked a window relatively close to ground level and the rubbish bin was strategically placed under the window to hoist Sara in, she got the window open and started to pounce in "crack!!!!" goes the bin lid and Sara's feet sunk into the bin, by this time she was swearing every foul word you can think of and I was nearly pissing myself laughing....
Plan B, get the other bin....this time the bin lid held and she hoisted herself inside, only to get herself wedged awkwardly in the window with her leg hanging out and half her body leaning inside, worst.burglar.ever!
Eventually we were back inside, it was one of those days where some hard liquor would have gone down nicely but I had to settle for a strong coffee instead....and continue to laugh about Sara's breaking in attempts.
So the toddler incident resulted in my pubic bone flaring up and walking become unbearable, I had the worst stinging stabbing pain radiating up through my upper half and my OB said I was to be on bed rest for 48 hours to help it settle down....damn I thought I was getting away with a pregnancy where I would skip any bed rest but that bed rest goblin soon came wandering into my life *sigh*.
It's not all bad though as I did manage to capture this photo while Sara babysat Hunter so I could rest...
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| me 30 weeks along. |
So yes, I'm now 30 weeks 1 day along, only 8 weeks 6 days to go!! I'm hoping there will be no more impromptu marathon training and I get to spend my last few weeks of pregnancy in relative calmness...here's hoping!
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| 30 weeks along with Hunter wanting a hug aswell lol |
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