… no sooner was I back then I was gone again. The last two months have been very busy, very strange and very stressful and I just haven’t managed to get myself together enough to write. Facebook may well be playing a part in my lack of blogging, I seem to be addicted
A brief timeline:
Pre-Christmas: The Yorkshirman develops man flu a cough. I develop very little sympathy.
Christmas: The Yorkshirman’s cough worsens. I defrost a bit. He is diabetic and infections can bugger him up so a little more wifely understanding is required. He is flat out all over Christmas and I run round doing everything despite only recently having recovered from a slight cough nasty chest infection myself. Everyone is run down and miserable.
Tuesday 30/12: I get a phone call from work (I was on holiday over Christmas). My job is at risk of redundancy. I fly into a panic.
Wednesday 7/1: I get another lifechanging surprise – a positive pregnancy test! Oh. My. God. We are delighted but I start to worry that redundancy and pregnancy don’t really mix too well.
Mid Jan: I start throwing up. A lot. I can’t even keep water down. I’m diagnosed with Hyperemesis Gravidarum, prescribed some anti-emetics and signed off work.
Jan/Feb: I continue to throw up regularly but manage to keep enough food and fluids down to function, albeit on a fairly basic level. Very lazy parenting ensues – “Shall we put a DVD on darling?”. The Yorkshireman continues to cough but is back on his feet.
Wednesday 4/2: Little’un is referred for squint surgery by her opthalmologist. The vision in her right eye has improved beyond all recognition but if anything her squint is worse so the time has come to have it corrected.
Tuesday 10/2: My 35th birthday. How on earth did I manage to get that old? I have my booking in appointment with my midwife, who pretends to remember me from my pregnancy with Little’un although it was over five years ago since I was last at this point and it’s obvious to me that she has seen too many people in the intervening time. It’s all fairly straightforward – even though I moaned a lot and had lots of niggles whilst pregnant last time it was essentially an uncomplicated pregnancy and easy birth. I manage to keep some chocolate fudge cake down and feel a bit happier.
Mid Feb: The Yorkshireman develops strained rib muscles having coughed solidly for two months.
Monday 16/2: The Yorkshireman is told that there are going to be redundancies at his workplace. He is put under 30 days’ notice.
Tuesday 17/2: The Yorkshireman coughs whilst bending over a desk and does himself some incredibly painful mischief. He is admitted to hospital and there is talk of blood clots in lungs and legs. Thankfully my Mum is here to help me during half term so I can go to hospital with him without having to worry about Little’un.
Wed 18 – Thu 19/2: The Yorkshireman spends 36 hours on a medical assesment ward and 24 hours on a general ward waiting for scans and blood test results. Eventually blood clots are ruled out, he is diagnosed with herniated rib muscles and is sent home with a large pile of Very Good Drugs to help with the pain.
Friday 20/2: I finally get some good news – my job is safe. I am yet to find out whether I can continue to work part time or if the new structure means I’ll have to go back to full time hours, but at least I have a job and I’m incredibly relieved.
So that brings us up to date. The Yorkshireman is much improved but still coughing. We are waiting for confirmation that his job is safe. Little’un is a bit nervous about her impending op but is otherwise a happy and bouncy little girl. I am now 10 weeks pregnant and I’m hanging on in there.
I may expand on some of the above, and who knows, I might even manage it within the next few months.