Wednesday, January 12
I laid in bed, over-swollen belly full of babies and in a heatwave. I was on bed-rest and I didn't like it one.little.bit. I had so much to do. I didn't want to be in bed all day. But I had to concede once the specialist gave me two options: bed rest at home or bed rest in hospital.
At least at home I could see Eloise whenever I wanted to.
At least at home I had decent food.
But the hospital was airconditioned... hmmm just focus on the other two things.
I'd done well to last 'til 34 weeks. My fundal height was 49cm and I even worked up until a week ago. But I guess it was those three flights of stairs that did me in at the end....
Apart from the airconditioning I craved, and the cheese and tomato sandwiches or icecream with chopped bananas and strawberries that I ordered from the in-house restaurant (i.e. hubby in the loungeroom and ordered via MSN messenger from my laptop in the bedroom no less) I wanted ICE. The cold ice-cube kind. I wanted LOTS of ice.
At one point hubby gave up making it and bought five-kilo party bags of it, which I would devour in 2 days. On the way to my ob and scan appointments, we'd pass through Maccas drive-through for a large latte for hubby and a large cup of ice for me.
Ice? They used to ask? With what drink? Just ice. Please.
I would crunch it, and devour it in no time. Now apparently ice is an indicator for iron deficiency in pregnancy - but I don't think I could have got much more into me via supplements so ice it was.
As soon as the babies were born - no more ice cravings!
Did you/do you have cravings?
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