So it’s bank holiday today (and Monday), which is uhuu, great, of course. Four days to stay at home, just relaxing, watching TV, doing nothing. This week was another week of “milestones” (the word might be too strong).
I found Laura more… “mature”, her speech being clear and with a bunch of new words, she wasn’t necessarily shouting all the time, we had some decent conversations where she listened and answered accordingly – ok, before you think my nearly 3 year old is a nutsie, she is not, it’s just that usually she is very active, loud, sometimes too cheeky, and only listens when it’s convenient to listen, like every kids this age I know. Hence, my almost surprise to see such a huge difference on her behaviour, especially without ‘warning’.
While I’m writing this, I can hear hubby sneezing. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 sneezes in a row. Yes, he is getting ill. Typical for the time of the year – Spring? No, winter. Temperatures in Europe are still quite low and we have the extra add on called “wind”. Not fun. The British Summer Time starts this week but there’s no sign that we might even have a decent spring. Having said that, we had some sunshine today. Hurray.
Yes, I noticed a big red spot on Laura’s face. I thought it was something from the nursery, she is always with a scratch or a mark. Then the spot multiplied and became three on her face. This morning, as usual, hubby was with Laura so I could have a lie in (until 9am) and around lunch time it was his turn to have a nap. I had notices the red marks on her face in the morning, but it was only after she had her post lunch nap that I noticed more spots, on her neck, next to her ears, her belly. And her back, all covered. By the end of the day, when we were giving her a bath and spreading the lotion we bought to dry the spots, her body was completely covered, legs, feet, bum, underarms… I have never thought that chicken pox could spread that quickly!! I had it when I was seven and it was so embarrassing. I had less than 10 spots and that I was it. One or two on my face, the rest on my back. The teacher didn’t even believe it was chicken pox and I went to school throughout the disease. I guess I was lucky. Since Laura cannot go to the nursery until the spots dry out, and this can take a week, we are flying grandma from Romania to look after her for the next couple of weeks. Since I’m in my final weeks at work, I have so much to do that I cannot “afford” missing work. Not only that, but I could use a helping hand.
I’m way into my nesting period, but I can’t find the time to go wild and start cleaning the house and organising the whole thing. The will is there, the time, the energy and someone to be full time with Laura while this happens are not. All I can do is tidy up Laura’s mess, which is not the same. So fingers crossed in the next couple of weeks the house won’t be the mess it is now. Buni is arriving on Monday.
Tomorrow I’m reaching week 34. Another 6 weeks to go. Some people still think I am quite compact, which is probably true. From past experience, I know that by week 38 I will have a massive growth, but for now, I know I’m getting towards the limit as I can barely put my shoes on. I still can, but not without feeling a little bit of pain and almost throwing up. And of course it is a task that has to be accomplished in turns. If a few weeks ago I was getting breathless just by pushing the pushchair and trying to talk at the same time, now I get breathless just by leaving my bed. Even simple tasks like having a shower or cooking leave me short of breath. And I also started having strong back and joint pains, which isn’t funny at all. But everything is bearable because I know it’s the body getting ready of the big day. It’s all part of the show. May is just around the corner, but until then I have the whole of April to brave.