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Post by Anastacia Potter on Sept 6, 2009 7:12:58 GMT -5
><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>Stacey's Baby Journal<><><><><><____________________________________________________ ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><____________________________________________________ .::.Hormones: THE Good.::. .::. Blushing (with compliments, and when Brendan kisses my head) .::. .::. .::.Hormones: THE Bad.::. .::. Fighting with B. .::. These moodswings - they are a killer .::.Can't Eat.::. .::. Roast Pork  .::..::..::.Cravings!!.::. .::. Spaghetti .::. Coke (has to be cold) |
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Post by Anastacia Potter on Sept 9, 2009 5:34:16 GMT -5
:::29th June 2009::: 4 weeks, 6 days We just experienced our first full blown moodswing from yours truly. I knew that I had a bit of a temper, and also am quite head strong, but this was ridiculous. I ordered my favourite meal for dinner, roast pork, which I would have loved to have eaten, what with not eating a lot all day. But as soon as my nose hit the smell of the meat, forget it. I got so upset, and also quite angry at not being able to eat it at all. Brendan was Brendan. He tried to reassure me that it was okay. But being me, I got all defensive, continuing to go off, saying that I wanted to eat it, but couldn't. With that I got up and went to the bathroom where I cried, and also threw a shampoo bottle, just to get my anger out. If this is what my moodswings are going to be like, then I can't wait for the rest of the eight months worth of them, not. .::.Can't Eat.::.- Roast Pork
.::.Hate.::.- Fighting with B.
- These moodswings - they are a killer
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Post by Anastacia Potter on Oct 11, 2009 16:53:38 GMT -5
:::1st July 2009::: 5 weeks, 1 day Not a lot to tell today. We have had a lovely time on the train, heading into Venice and Rome. But I know not to push myself too much, as I am getting tired easily now. Also had a niggle of back pain this afternoon, after we visited The Leaning Tower Of Pisa. Brendan got a bit defensive, which is rather like him, towards me. But I was fine, just giving him my bag to carry. I had read about all of this happening. Though now, I know it will get worse as the time goes on when I start showing. But really I can't wait for that to start happening, knowing how Brendan will be with me. Can't wait for him to rub my belly. {smiles} .::.Craving.::..::.Hate.::. |
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Post by Anastacia Potter on May 23, 2010 6:29:50 GMT -5
:::1st October 2009::: 4 months, 2 weeks, 1 day I am going to go to my first appointment with this therapist, by the name of David Callaghan. I have never been to a therapy session before, and not sure how I am going to be with it all. At the moment I just feel totally exhausted, and not bothered with anything. But really, I should think about the baby, and do what I can for her. For some reason I think it is a girl. I am hoping anyway. Also since breaking up with Brendan, I haven't felt the baby kick at all. I am really scared that there is something wrong. But I am also too scared to see a doctor, incase the baby isn't alright. I don't know. .::.Hate.::.- That the baby isn't moving. I am scared as hell.
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Post by Anastacia Potter on May 23, 2010 6:41:22 GMT -5
:::29th October 2009::: 5 months, 2 weeks Well that first session was an eventual one. I was going okay till the emotions set in, and I didn't like what was being said. Then I collapsed in pain right there in the therapist's office. So David, the therapist had to take me to hospital. Everything is okay now, but my blood pressure was very high, and I needed complete bed rest for a day in the hospital, and then I rested for a while at home as well. It was rather scary. Now I am about to go to my last session with David. I am feeling much better in myself, and kind of glad tha it is the final session. But it is sad also, as David has been a great friend to me. He had gone out of his way for me, which I am grateful for. But now it is time to face the big bad world on my own, and head out and do my own thing now. I have to think of the baby more, which I have been doing. .::.Hate.::. |
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Post by Anastacia Potter on May 23, 2010 6:55:28 GMT -5
:::30th October 2009::: 5 months, 2 weeks, 1 day Well I had my last session with David. All I can say that it was a mix of everything. I thought I was just going to thank him for everything, and have the final session. It turned out to be much more. I found out that David has feeling for me. I wasn't sure what to do. I was thinking it was too early. I had broken up with Brendan only a month and a half ago. Okay so maybe it wasn't too early. Though as he spoke, I felt that I had underlying feelings for him also. So this is when I kissed him!!!!! I think I am in love with David! .::.Hate.::. |
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Post by Anastacia Potter on May 23, 2010 7:05:00 GMT -5
:::30th October 2009::: 5 months, 2 weeks, 1 day I am writing this just before I go to bed. David was a huge help toda with getting all the things that I needed so far. We bought the bigger things like the cot, bath, and a couple of other things. I just need to now look at other things that I can get on my own. I couldn't wait to see him this morning, so I texted him to get him to come over early. It seemed that he didn't mind in the slightest. So for our official day together, it was fantastic. .::.Cravings.::..::.Hate.::. |
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Post by Anastacia Potter on Jul 11, 2010 6:09:53 GMT -5
:::4th November 2009::: 5 months, 2 weeks, 6 days Well today was meant to be a good day for me. I was just finishing up my article that I sent to the newspaper. And as I made my way home I had the biggest moodswing, as one of the bags broke that I was carrying. Then to make it worse, my coke that I just had to have, started to spill over the nice clothes that I bought for the baby. That just got me angry, throwing my cup. But lucky for me a nice man by the name of Matt came and helped me. Everything was going alright, as Matt helped me carry my bags home, until a crazy guy grabbed me. I soon found out that Matt had an ability or two, and dealt with the guy, but that didn't stop the guy practically throwing me against a bench. Though that is not the worst of it. Before that I started getting bad pains in my stomach, and all I could think about was the baby. After Matt dealt with the guy, he took me to the hospital, and I got checked over. David was called, and we were told that I was okay, but I needed to get rest. So I spent another 24 hours in hospital... fun... not! But at least the baby is okay.
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Post by Anastacia Potter on Aug 11, 2010 6:23:09 GMT -5
:::12th December 2009::: 7 months, 2 days I am currently now in my new home with David. Well it is his house, but the place I now call home. I am a little tired, after the ordeal I had caused last night, but doing okay. David had taken me out for dinner at a nice restaurant, and there we had some discussions. One was him asking if I was okay with him adopting the baby I was carrying. Well really, I had no hesitations with that one. I hadn't really thought about it, but it seemed David had been. So I basically told him that I had no objections to him adopting, but when she was born first. That made sense to me anyway. After a few moments, David then asked how I felt about moving in with him. I felt at that moment that he was asking me all these questions all at once. I didn't mind that, but why ask all of these really important decision making questions at one sitting? I told David that I would think about it, but I felt that he got a bit down then. He told me that he had been doing a lot of thinking, and it did seem that he did. I reassured him again, telling him that I just wanted some time over eating to think about it. So I did, and kind of picked the worst moment to tell him that I would move in with him. He kind of almost choked on his chicken. Though he was happy with my saying yes to moving in with him. So we then discussed about me moving in that weekend, which was today, and will do more tomorrow. After dessert, David then asked another question. THE biggest question he could ever ask me. I was that emotional, I didn't think that I was going to be able to answer him. But finally I did start, but then that was when it all went downhill. I got pains, which I wasn't sure where to do with a false alarm, or maybe it was the real deal. Though I didn't want to wait and find out. So David took me to the hospital. It was a false alarm, but was then told by this nice doctor - Doctor Daniel Savarna - to take it easy, and to make an appointment to see him that next friday. I was tired after the ordeal, and kind of glad to not have to stay in hospital. I just wnated to go home and be with my fiancee! Yes, I said yes to David!
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Post by Anastacia Potter on Dec 4, 2010 6:01:43 GMT -5
:::23rd January 2010::: 8 months, 2 weeks and 1 days - 1 day after actual delivery I am only getting a chance to write this one now. I couldn't really do much yesterday, as I was on orders to rest. But I will now explain what happened. Myself, David, and Dom had planned on going to the movie yesterday, knowing that I still had another two weeks to go. Dom had just put the finishing touches on the baby shower he had planned, and so we all headed out to the movies. Though the taxi ride to the movies was only a short one when I started to go into labour. There were a few words thrown around in the surprise and shock of this sudden change in plans. It seemed that we wouldn't make it to the hospital, so it seemed that Dom would be my couch as such, and David would be the most suitable choice to deliver the baby. Really out of him, Dom and the taxi driver, it made sense to everyone involved. I won't go into the whole delivery, but towards the end I felt that I couldn't do it anymore. It just seemed a lot more intense to me then what I imagined, or what I had witnessed in the videos during the sessions at the hospital. Though after words of encouragement from David and Dom, I finally got the courage up to continue. Soon enough my little girl was born, and she was gorgeous. After all the hard work was done, the ambulance finally came. The baby and I were moved, and were separated for a few minutes. When I was taken onto the bed to be moved into the ambulance I had another pain, but soon it was determined what it was and meant, and after another push it was all over. So I was then moved, but as I moved I saw the street sign, and said that I wanted to call our daughter Ebony Amelia Callaghan. I hadn't really thought of names as of that time, and really it made sense, it was the street she was born in. Though once in the ambulance it all went to shit basically, and I lost consciousness. I didn't hear anything as I was out to it, but was filled in later about it all from David, and Dom. So it seemed I was losing blood, and I had to be rushed in to be looked at. Two hours after being hooked up to all this stuff in the hospital, I regained consciousness, and was met with David and baby Ebony. Dom soon came in after, and he was such a mess, and seeing him so upset, or how he looked like he had been crying for ages just made me cry all over again. I hate him being like this over me, but was so glad to have survived it all. I was able to have a few moments with Ebony, and when she grabbed my finger, well that just set off emotions all over again. She is the most gorgeous thing, and I am so glad that I was able to survive to see her, and of cause David and Dom. Dom then took some pictures of me with Ebony, which was great, and they turned out great, despite how I was probably looking. Dom then suggested a photoshoot he could set up for the three of us, and David and I accepted. But I knew it would be a few weeks till it happend. I needed to make sure that I was okay, and going okay with looking after Ebony before I do anything like that. Soon after that I was moved into a private room. I was so glad that David and Dom were able to stay for a while. Not that I was scared to be there by myself, just happy to know that I had my family there for a while anyway.
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