So I've been able to experience a little bit of the way the Swedes have their babies. At 16 weeks I went in to see the midwife. So, here, when you find out that you're pregnant you call this number Monday - Thursday between 10-10:30. You leave a message and a midwife will call you back. The midwife that calls you back is your midwife. She'll set her own appointment for you. So I went in to see the midwife. She tested my blood and urine (she did - by herself) and then got my medical history and that was about it. She then told me to call the hospital to make an apt for an ultrasound. They usually do it around 18-19 weeks. Yesterday I was 19 weeks. So I went into the hospital for my ultrasound. They just do a 2d scan instead of a 3d scan like they do in the states so it was harder to see everything than when we had ours with Owen. And you have to pay for pictures if you want any. And they're not that great. I wasn't impressed. But everything looked great and the baby is healthy. Which I am extremely grateful for.
Owen came with us to our first apt to see the midwife. This is what he did. We're such great parents. |
I thought today would be the day we would take a cute gender reveal picture and send it out to family and friends. I thought today would be the day that I could start shopping and planning the future!
Here's the thing. Let me vent, aight?
I have been feeling pretty low recently. Northern Sweden in the winter is a hard place to live. I haven't seen the sun in WEEKS. LITERALLY. Which really can get to you. I promise. I cannot tell you how bad I long to feel the warmth of the sun on face. We're lucky if it gets above freezing here which can be extremely disheartening when I get on instagram and see pictures of my Utah pals outside with tshirts and their kids playing at parks. I LONG for that. So does Owen.
Also, Its lonely here. I don't really have any friends. I have a couple from church but they have lots of kids and jobs and lives and don't really live close. I would kill for just ONE of my good friends from back home with me now. AND its hard because of the time difference. Right when I wake up everyone back home just went to sleep so its a long and lonely 8 hours until Eric gets home or my friends wake up.
Owen is lonely. Super lonely. He'll look out the window and say, "Come back __(Fill in a name)___". He'll say "Zac" or "Kylie" is cousins or a couple of his friends from church. He's so social and loves being around kids but we just aren't. We just can't. I feel so bad. It breaks my heart.
This is what we do all day. Everyday. Sit around in our jammies and take selfies. |
The point is, I'm tired of Sweden. Its been a really cool experience and I'm grateful for the opportunity we've had to be here but I'm about done. The ultrasound was the last straw. I'm over this country and ready to go home.
We're just still waiting for the go-ahead from Eric's job to let us go home. Just praying it comes SOOOOON.
He's going to be a great big brother |
Gotta love that socialized medicine. It's too bad I didn't make it to Sweden while you were there.
ReplyDeleteoh man I would be mega depressed, I am such a sunshine person I NEED warmth and sun. I've so enjoyed reading your adventures and living in Sweden and hope you guys can get a final date to come back to the states. Wish you the best!
ReplyDeleteOh sweet Gini. I know how it is to be bored and lonely even for one day, I can't imagine how you are feeling on a daily basis. It would be SO hard for me to live away from family, let alone out of the country. I'm such a home-body. I can't wait for you to be able to come home to America and to come visit Utah again so we can go to Kangaroo Zoo! ;) Hang in there momma. I can't wait to hear what you're having!
ReplyDeleteBy the way, how the heck do you make your blog so cute? I need to take a blogging 101 course or something ;)
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