Look, it is Monday.
And I am writing this post. Cripes!
So, last week. Don’t worry this will be a short one I tell you.
Monday: Hot. Too hot. Feet swell to gigantic proportions, unable to even make it to Pregnancy Yoga class. Do sit in garden with feet in bucket of cold water and read an entire book. Also almost finish Squigler’s room but have to wait for Mr C’s assistance with hanging of pictures. Picked up Baby Project number 3, a knitted blanket – hard with big fat hands but manageable.
Tuesday: Tweet from 8.15am: Today plan on perfecting the art of doing nothing at all! It is the only way forward! Mission accomplished.
Wednesday: WOW It is July, now when someone asks when the baby is due I can just say the 18th. No month required!
Got up and went for a walk at 7.30 before it got hot. Not bad, managed 40 minutes which is good for me! Unfortunately I felt awful when I got back, so went back to bed. Not a good day to be honest, lots of tears and aches and pains. Unpacked and repacked hospital bags whilst bawling my eyes out. Stupid hormones. Tried to cheer myself up with internet shopping. Grumped about, moaned and groaned and cried my eyes out at night. Poor Mr C did not know what to do with me. The heat and hormones were sending me crazy.
Thursday: Woke up on top of the world, went for my early walk, came home and did a week worth of chores before going for a deluxe pedicure. Oh bliss. I have a clean and tidy house, everything is done, we are ready for the baby and I have pretty toes. Feel a million times better than I did yesterday. Thunder, lightning and rain at 1am. I was so happy I woke Mr C to tell him! Poor bugger ;o)
Friday: Up early, oh it is cooler! Went shopping, pottered around house, got books from Amazon (yay!) read a lot. Went for walk (hotter than I thought – oops). Baby is moving so much and my bump has dropped. Feel positive and happy today.
Saturday: 38 weeks. Crikey. Picture from this morning:
Got up early and went into town for breakfast and a bit of a potter about. Came home and Mr C did DIY and I made smoothies, read my book and carried on knitting. Oh and received a lovely package from Yummy Mummy Tips which included a Papoozle and some Totsbots nappies. Cannot wait to try these out! Mr C in proper grumpy mood for most of the day. I had three major crying incidents. Best one was when Mr C deciced he would clear out the Cupboard of Doom. Ten minutes in and I am wailing “But I had the house all ready for the baby and now it is MESSY….waaahhhhhhh“. All resolved very quickly after that! Bad tempers all round to be honest. All sorted out and back to normal by bed time though.
Sunday: Stayed in bed most of the morning drinking Chai Tea Lattes and watching cooking programmes. Got up, went to the in laws for lunch and a little walk on the way. Went to put my shoes on when we left and my feet had swelled up too much. Squeezed them on and hobbled home and then sat with them in the air while Mr C watched the longest game of tennis ever! Oh, he also finished his DIY weekend project which was a triumph, and I knitted until my eyes went wonky! Went to bed and had very odd dreams about Stephen Fry telling me I was in labour. I wasn’t, unfortunately. That will teach me to watch Kingdom and chat to Mr C about what may happen when I go into labour! I did feel Squigler’s little fist in my belly though. I just lay in bed in the middle of the night, I would press on the right hand side of my belly and his little fist would push out the left, down near the bottom. I am awed by this little person, and me and his Dad are dying to meet him and hold that little hand for real.