Monday was the start of my 31st week of pregnancy.
I’m not sure if I’ve posted any bump photos up until now (it’s late as I’m writing this and I’m tiiiired) so here is a picture of me in my nightie on Monday…
Our baby boy could be with us any time really, but hopefully he’ll wait until he’s full term, so anywhere from 6-11 weeks from now…not that we’re ready yet! This is a quick round up of us so far…
We’ve got our car seat and quite a lot of baby clothes (more about that in another post) but we’re got a lot more stuff that we need to amass yet.
I’m no longer wearing any of my rings. I took off my engagement ring (which I wear on my right hand) and my thumb ring as I got larger (read: fatter), but my wedding ring only came off when the hot weather started to cause my hands to swell.
The small one has been head down for WEEKS, but he decided to get a change of scenery over the weekend. I was sat in an awkward position for one of the breathing exercises (my own fault entirely) and I felt his bottom slide round to my side. Despite my best efforts to massage him back he slipped into a transverse position and then went head up as the evening wore on. His movements have changed now that feet are down in my pelvis and his hands are above my belly button…it’s very odd. I am now doing lots of inversions (mostly downward dog) and sitting on my swiss ball to try and get him back in an optimal position.
Sleep is getting harder and harder to maintain. I wake up at LEAST six time every night, desperate for the loo/to lie on my back/stomach, or because I’m snoring so loud I wake myself up (or because I’m snoring so loud that Luke is begging me to roll onto a different side…or because my SPD is biting me in the ass.
My stretch marks are getting worse, despite the oil, but I’m caring less about them, especially after watching this…(I love this woman)…
“I’m a factory. I’m like a real, legit FACTORY.”
…but besides all of that, everything is great. I’m really enjoying pregnancy (all apart from the lack of sleep and the pelvic pain and the stretch marks).
It’s weird but most of the time I can’t even tell that my bump is there unless I put my hands on it or look at it. I forgot to make allowances for it when trying to squeeze past things, and some nights I’ll cuddle up to Luke and be surprised by the fact that my stomach touches him before I’m expecting it to.
Another weird thing is that before I was pregnant I would often look down on my belly and think “THAT’S HUGE!”, but a glance in the mirror would tell me that it was nowhere near as big as I thought it was. Now I look down at my bump and think that it’s quite small really…and then I look in the mirror and think “BLAAAADY HELL MY BELLY IS MASSIVE!”….it’s very strange.