This post originally appeared in my old blog, www.the-alice.co.uk
27 working days left until maternity leave – 12 weeks until baby day. Wahoo!
I get tired. Not just sleepy tired but physically exhausted tired. Stairs and hills are my nemesis – I can’t handle them and I’m sure I’ve pissed off many people by struggling up them. You can’t see I’m pregnant from my behind (and this is a good thing!) so I expect I get lots of dark looks from people walking behind me.
My feet have started swelling. There’s nothing unusual here and I have asked for advice from my doctor who has assured me it’s a combination of the warm weather/end of the day/third trimester. But it’s reeeeally unattractive and makes my feet hurt. None of my shoes fit any more!
My blood pressure is going up – again nothing unusual or alarming as I have low blood pressure normally. It was about 110/68 at my last appointment which is a raise of around 5 points. I will be keeping an eye on it but I have been certified by my doctor as safe to fly to Greece on Sunday!
Speaking of our trip, whilst we’re over then I plan on reading my birthing books and putting together some sort of birth plan. After that I guess the next step will be to pack my labour bag…
Baby has turned and she is now head down with her back on the right hand side. I felt a leg (or maybe an arm?) by my belly button earlier on this week and she is constantly poking her bum out at us. It’s nice to be able to feel where her back is, I think she likes us rubbing it.
I have put on 17lbs in total and now weigh 10st 7lb. Pretty good going – I lost a lot of weight last year going from a size 14 to a 10 and weighed more than that before I dieted! I think my metabolism is pretty speedy as I’m still fitting into my maternity 10’s and normal sized 12’s…
…which is great as I am SO HUNGRY. If It’s standing still I will eat it – I can’t get enough. Ravenous is the word I’m looking
for. I’m trying hard not to feel guilty for the amount I’m eating – I feel so gluttonous! I had a footlong Subway for lunch as we’re eating at ‘botanical’ restaurant Saf tonight and I was worried about not getting fed enough. Greedy guts!
Zits. On my back. I don’t want to say anything else about these.
I have another cold and I literally can’t take any more of my stuffed up nose. One of these days I will photograph myself in my Breathe Right nighttime strips and you will realise what a good man Will is – waking up next to that face can’t be pleasant for him.
I’ve been forbidden from buying any more baby clothes; all that’s left to get now is a cot mattress, the BedNest, breast pump and microwave steriliser alongside a few bottles so Will can help out with feeding.
(Sidenote: I never thought I’d see myself buying paper knickers and what looked to me like puppy training pads. I’m going to love the day I put them under our sheets in case of my water breaking at night!)
* the outfit in the photo was due to the fact I felt so crappy yesterday – it was the closest thing I could get to wearing pyjamas to work whilst still looking vaguely presentable. Plus it’s never too early for baby to wear her very first nightclub tshirt as she has the coolest music promoter daddy in the world.