I read a couple of my updates back this week and it seems as the pregnancy repetitiveness has started. I vividly remember it happening in my last pregnancy, finding myself forgetting what I’d talked about and then repeating myself constantly. I’m trying to watch that a bit more this time. Especially at work!
Speaking of work, I have a grand total of 12 weeks left. Eek. And about 16 or 17 weeks until the baby arrives. It’s not really that long when you put it in those terms and whilst a year off work (ahem!) is going to be lovely I think I’ll really miss it. I feel less daunted by the break second time around though. The first time my life was properly changing. New baby, new mindset, change of work hours, change of life. This time, although it will change our lives all over again, there is an element of “more of the same”, a bit more confidence and a hopefully bit less worry and panic about how I will cope. One particular comment on my last update put me a bit more ease and nailed the situation; as long as you have baby gros, nappies and a bed it’ll all be ok.
The baby is now actively kicking daily and I’m finding it enjoys booting my bladder from about 2am till sunrise. This means I am making frequent pee visits and that this baby takes after its brother when it comes to kicking. I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come once the baby comes along but I wonder if I’m not paying attention in the day time because of running around after Little Z. Coupled with pregnancy insomnia it’s making getting up in the morning hard work right now. I’m making up for it at weekends by squeezing in plenty of naps. It also helps the dodgy right hip have a bit of a rest. I’ve been relieved to find driving isn’t causing havoc with it and it means I’m still as mobile as ever. For now. I think I need to limit long distance travels for now though which is fine with me as I’m finding too much of anything tires me out right now. Little Z is lovely and offers his hand and help frequently making sure I can walk down the stairs. He’s also started conning people into giving him back massages. I only discovered his little trick when his aunts aired their concerns about his achey back complaints to the Other Half, saying how it’s not normal for a 4 year old to say his back is hurting. We’ve had to explain to relatives about my own aching back and how he is trying to get in on some of the back rubbing action.
I was slightly sad to realise I haven’t had any mad urgent cravings for a couple of weeks now which could well mean that phase has now ended. Thinking about it, it’s probably a good thing. Eating a countless number of fizzy sweets was probably doing my teeth no favours whatsoever. I am still thoroughly enjoying making my way through every cuisine I can find though and have found I am loving chillies right now. I thought I’d pay for it with some painful heartburn but so far so good.
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