There's a Maori word that is untranslatable to English. We dont have a name for it. But when we leave Piha, we will take some of the wairua, [(noun) attitude, quintessence, feel, mood, feeling, nature, essence] of this temporary home that felt so perfect, and I think its so special that our baby was conceived here- we will always know that a part, however infinitesimal, of Spud's little spark of life came from this place.
By week 10, Spud was the size of a kumquat and we had to google that, I still couldn’t shake the stuffy nose and chesty cough I had picked up a couple of weeks earlier, but all my other symptoms had vanished. Vamoosed. Nada. No nausea, no nothing. This happens, at some point between 9 and 14 weeks for most women and most pregnancies, but it still made me worry. Still no sign of a bump, either. It was like I had dreamed the whole thing.
We spent week 10 preparing for our South Island adventure. When I got pregnant, and we decided to come home, it gave us a kick up the ass that we hadn’t actually seen very much of New Zealand yet- so we booked flights and a camper down south, to coincide coming back with the All Blacks match in Wellington Rob had got for my birthday.
It was unseasonably warm for midwinter and we were just hoping the good weather would stick around. Rob was finishing up at work, spending his last few days on building sites, drilling and hauling chunks of metal around. We lit the fire every night, watched Modern Family re-runs, supported team GB lackadaisically from the sofa and enjoyed New Zealand and our last couple of weeks together.
Halfway through this week, my appetite returned with a vengeance. It was comfortingly familiar to hear the relentless grumbling and rumbling of my tummy after 6 weeks of avoiding food completely!
Patches, the landlord’s cat, took a huge liking to me this week. She would strut into our house every morning and wind herself around my legs until I sat on the sofa with a cup of tea or breakfast. As soon as I was down she would pounce up onto my knees, knead my stomach and breasts like she was baking bread, and sort of nestle herself onto my tum. If I didn’t get up, she would stay there for HOURS! Sleeping, shifting, kneading and sleeping again. She has always been a sweet little thing but never overly affectionate- she’s a hunter, real outdoorsy cat. If it wasn’t for this sudden behaviour change I would have doubted Spud was in there at all!
We flew down to Christchurch early this Friday and picked up our campervan, our home for the next 8 days. First stop, supermarket!! This camper had a big double bed, fridge, toaster and kettle, heaters, gas stove, heaps of duvets and even a outdoors chairs and table set too. We had a rough itinerary to follow, and we had an awesome time- you can read about all the places we visited in the Week 11 blog. But in terms of pregnancy, this was a very easy week. I’m so glad the sickness had passed by the time we were roadtripping!!