B - Entry for 03/08/14

Thursday, August 14, 2003
22+6

I am a Baby Bear. I have furry paws and I groan when you rub my back. I
also sleep for 15 hours a day if allowed and will eat pick 'n' mix
until I'm sick.

Today I am 22 weeks and 6 days pregnant. 22 weeks ago and 7 days ago I
had never been pregnant in my life so this is proving all to be a bit
of a challenge. Not that I like to think that I am the moaning type but
here are also a couple of major things that are happening in my life at
the moment -

My partner Bear, is having major surgery on his leg today. I honestly
do despair as this is the forth operation he's had on the damn thing in
four weeks. I understand that this is the last one
necessary?honest!

You may not be interested in finding out how he broke his leg in 3
places, but this is MY blog so I will tell. Well, he was rescuing a
plant pot. We live on a second floor block of flats and he has this
habit of leaving all the windows wide open, off their hinges. A big
gust of wind blew the plant off the window sill down into the ground
floor, where it landed in a fenced off area of about 5ft tall.

Being a hero, he decided it would be a good idea to CLIMB the fence and
RESCUE the plant, much to my cries of dismay.

Well?

You could hear the crack as he landed.

Good thing: The situation required a team of hunky fireman to saw down
the fence to gain access. Mmmmmm firemen.

Bad thing: It was rather a bad break. In the last few weeks he has
given the team of consultants what they refer to as "a challenge".
There has been a lot of morphine involved, a lot of metal work and a
lot of time spent in hospital wards. Oh and we had the cancel the
holiday. Yes, that much needed last holiday before the sprog makes an
appearance.

The other thing is my sister. After a row with dad, she has been
"kicked" out of the family home and is pretty upset. She is 17 and not
a Baby Bear (for there is only one) and as much as I will try to help,
I do worry. Oh and my father is a ruthless arrogant, maniac, and I do
not want go get involved.

Not really much to report on this at the moment, but will update.

I think pregnancy is pretty boring to people who don't have kids or are
not expecting. I expected it to be a time where I would just waddle
around and bloom but this does not seem to be the case.

Here are a list of facts about what happens to Baby Bear's when they
are pregnant (and do not have a Bear to look after them due to broken
paws):

1) You get fat. And inside that fat there is an alien that moves and
has aspirations to play down the left side of Old Trafford, BUT only at
night time when you need rest.
2) Your breasts leak. This makes you feel like a heifer
3) You get this awful compulsive need to be incredible blunt and honest
with everyone you meet.
4) Eastenders makes you cry. Adverts make you cry.
5) In order to survive, you need to consume at least 7 bowls of
Cornflakes a night.
6) Everything in miniature suddenly becomes incredibly cute and has to
be bought.
7) You lose all sense of logic and reason. The sprog isn't due for 18
weeks, we are still yet to move from the over crowed 1 bedroom flat
(contains one Bear, one Baby Bear and one dog) - but we still bought
the Moses basket, changing unit, travel system, musical sunflowers,
clothes, toiletries and endless amount of baby junk.

I'm fed up of this self pitying nonsense. I'm off for a snooze and a
pick 'n' mix?