Thursday, 31 March 2011

Punchi looking in a mirror March 20th 2am

After a rare night out, Punchi was looking at herself in the mirror, complaining about being fat!
She is not fat at all. She is as beautiful as ever - just a bit more shapely!
She doesn't have much of a bump yet, as she comes to the end of her first trimester. She does have bigger fuller breasts however. Bonus!

What a first trimester! Nausea and vomming round the clock!
I have never seen anyone vom like Punchi. With her groans of discomfort and pained expression, it gives you a horrible gut wrenching feeling of despair!
If its going to be like this for 9 months how do you cope?!
Well one thing to note is that apparently morning sickness (which strikes all day and should be renamed as morning, noon and night sickness), seems to be a good thing for the safety of the babba - so you can relax a little as a potential parent.

Anyway, luckily it did start to get easier after the first month or so.
Punchi became worryingly gaunt as she felt too sick to eat! But then she improved. She started to find
foods she could snack on. Snack foods are the key. After a  brief flirtation with Ginger biscuits and ginger beer, she has now settled on  mango juice, cheese and crackers, Cheds and rice (with crumbed fish, or lentil burgers)! Tea is out. For a Sri Lankan, giving up her tea would have been impossible before pregnancy. She hasn’t had tea in months! Rooibos tea isn't a bad replacment.

Now then how did it come to this? Well, Punchi and I were married in Feb 2010 in Sri Lanka.
Pregnancy did not follow immediately. That is quite normal. It can take many months of ‘trying’ before it happens. In fact, with us, just as we had all but given up, it happpened! This was on holiday in he UK sometime over Xmas 2010. So for those of you still trying, I recommend going on holiday and de-stressing. Let the noise of your life fade away for a while. The babba won’t come if there is any stress! For us we were stressing about leaving NZ and moving to Australia or staying put!

We went to see a natural fertility expert. This involved a chat with a natural fertility expert, called Rebecca. She was a lovely young Kiwi, with an eccentric elegant style! But friendly and down to earth as Kiwi’s generally are.

After going through the reproductive organs she touched on some dietary changes.

Here are the dietary changes I made which apparently helped!

1. Give up alcohol as much as possible.
2. Massively reduce your tea/coffee intake. My tip is oolong tea. It has an aquired taste (Ok it tastes like cardboard!) BUT! It does give you a bit of a kick in the morning.
It gives you a real energy boost. Pretty sweet. It doesn’t quite hit the spot like coffee can, but it does give you this boost! Try 2 cups of Oolong back to back before judging.
Oolong tea apparently has an impact on the vitality of the sperm. According to tests made on mice or something! Plus the Chinese drink it and look how many people there are in China!
3. Reduce your soya intake. Its in everything! Reduce it man, it turns you into a woman, man!
4. Eat more carrots, almonds and healthy fats. Don’t be afraid to cook with lots of extra Virgin olive oil – don’t use that other low calorie spray stuff.

Results? I had 2 sperm tests separated by several months during which I had changed my diet and the results were dramatically improved. I.e I became more virulent!

Speaking of sperm tests, this was not as much fun as I originally thought! It didn’t meet my preconceived/stereotypical notion of going into a little room by myself and being served a variety of porn magazines/DVD’s! Unfortunately that was not the case!

It did involve taking a little specimen jar home! OK not too bad as one can help oneself so to speak!
But the specimen has to be delivered to the lab, within at most 45 minutes after ‘being taken”.
I love the phrase ‘being taken’ which nicely avoids what it takes to get a sample!
Anyway - this was a semen test, NZ style!
I did it twice. Both times I had to deliver it to a reception desk at the lab in the city within 45 minutes of being taken! I shall leave it to your imagination
Both times I was faced with either going to the nice looking young receptionist or the older more experienced female receptionist! Both times I wandered around looking at the information on the walls until no one was within earshot and the older lady was available.
Both times as I handed over the warm specimen tube, cringing with embarrassment, she asked ‘What time was the sample taken?’ despite it being clearly marked in ink on the tube!
Awkward!