You might think that Christmas and the impending New Year celebrations would have taken my mind off this pregnancy and the fact I’m sharing my entire body with Mini Madam this week. But nope - I’m more miserable than ever. I’ve moaned about pretty much everything - from Christmas tv (is it just me or has Star Wars been on everyday?), to Craig’s depleted version of the Christmas food shop, to the ending of Under the Dome - the 1000 pager by Stephen King I’ve been battling for the last few weeks.
In fact, I’ve been worse than Katie Hopkins with PMT this week. It’s led to bickering on an epic scale. Sometimes the arguments have gone a little far and one of us (okay me, always me) will go off for a 2 hour sulk in the bedroom. These self-imposed periods of exile usually end when I’ve seen something on Amazon I want to buy and need Craig’s credit card details.
When I think back to some of things that have led to this over-dramatic stair-trudging and door slamming you have to laugh. I sulked on Boxing Day because Craig suggested I get some exercise to counteract all the stiffness in my shoulders and lower back. This was a sulk made all the more pathetic by the fact that I’ve already gone ahead and bought a Pregnancy Yoga DVD to try to sort out my gammy back anyway! I must admit that I never thought I’d ever re-live my Space Hopper days and roll around on inflatable balls again, especially now my uterus is the size of a football. I hate all that “centre of gravity / grounding yourself” rubbish and would rather stick pins under my fingernails than sit through a track by Enya, so have deliberately bought a DVD that promises none of the usual “I’m a tree” crap.
It’s true I needed to try something as I’ve woken up in tears over the last few weeks and struggle to extracate Dexter from his cot prison in the mornings. I’ve also convinced Craig to buy a super kingsize bed (that will barely fit in our bedroom) and have insisted he cram a maternity pillow under his belly when he goes to sleep so I’m not suffering alone.
Despite all this moaning, this pregnancy continues to speed by, I can’t believe I’m already 24 weeks pregnant. There’s still so much to buy and prepare that I’m getting really nervous we’ll run out of time before Mini Madam moves in with us properly. For some reason Craig seems to have a bit of a mental block when it comes to this baby and prefers to buy things for the little man currently ruining my lounge. I know he’s not doing this deliberately, and it’s not because this time we have a person of the female persuasion joining the family, it’s simply because it’s far easier to buy for someone you can actually see and feel, rather than someone who seems so far away yet is actually pounding my insides everyday.
Toddler Bump Bonding
Speaking of Dexter, he seems to have a newfound appreciation of mummy’s curves this week. He’s taken to scaling my belly like Edmund Hiliary conquering Everest when I’m relaxing on the sofa. He can get quite rough, kneeing my boobs and jumping on my legs but I’m assured that no amount of toddler / bump bonding will harm Mini Madam.
There’s been tons of kicking which is really comforting but does make me question when she actually sleeps! Apparently foetuses manage the same number of hours as a newborn (so pretty much 14 hours a day) - but my little girl seems to be up and practicing gymnastics every moment of the day. She’s particularly active at night which is a pain when you’re also dealing with a fretful and snoring bed mate (you have no idea how close I’ve come to smothering him with a pillow at 3am). It also feels incredibly low meaning my bladder takes a real pounding daily and I barely go an hour without visiting the loo. Given morning sickness has also returned with a vengeance, I feel like I’m right back in first trimester territory again.
I seem to have developed a dairy intolerance too. A round of cheese on toast saw me doubled over the loo last week, so that’s ruled out a good proportion of my favourite foods. Sigh.
Right that’s it. I’m sure anyone who started reading this, gave up two paragraphs in anyway. Until next week….
Gems
