35 Weeks and I am starting to look and feel rather large.
The end is now in sight and I’m not doing too badly considering I didn’t pack my hospital bad until I was in labour last time! I have washed all the newborn clothes, stacked up a big pile of sheets, found a second-hand tens machine, written a list of things to buy to help me in labour and written a list of things to run through with Dad2BabyInsomniac so he can help me when I’m in labour. I just need to pick up the birthing pool and sort out a hospital bag, just in case. My midwife is coming round next week to run through the home birth procedure which is exciting.
To be honest, I am counting down the days until I am no longer pregnant. I do feel bad for moaning, and I know that pregnancy is a gift but I am sick of feeling so unlike myself. I think I have said this before but when I was pregnant with Iyla, I was like a happier, calmer version of myself but this time I am like a moodier version of myself and the only thing I can put it down to is the male hormones.
Everything seems to annoy me and I hate feeling so snappy. I have pretty much permanent heartburn. I am so tired all the time that even the simplest of tasks makes me want to cry and then there is piles. What a treat they are. I have been sleeping really badly and will be suddenly wide awake at 2am. Plus I have to wee every 20 minutes which is fun. Oh and I keep getting headaches, behind my right eye.
But despite all this I don’t want him to come out just yet, I have a blogging conference in Bristol on the 8th of March and Dad2BabyInsomniac has a track day on the 15th of March but once those two things are over he can arrive whenever he likes!
Although hopefully we will have decided on a name by then. We have a couple of options and one that we really like but it’s an Italian name and we know we just can’t pull it off. I think he will be nameless until we know what he looks like, although at this rate he will be nameless forever!