I used to know at the drop of a hat, how far gone I was in weeks when people would ask, but now it takes a little more working out— perhaps something to do with my baby brain. The photobooth snaps below, were captured a week ago, when I was right in the middle of being 28-29 weeks pregnant.
No, your eyes are not deceiving you— I was wearing practically the same outfit at 24-25 weeks! I seem to be living in the same clothes, as I refuse to buy a) ugly maternity clothes, or b) nice maternity clothes that I won’t be able to wear this time next year! It’s all about chunky knits and tops with lots of stretch in them, for now.
The bump (and the boy) are getting bigger and rounder. His kicks are so strong now, and feel like they’re reaching my ribs! It’s very weird to think how close we are to 30 weeks now. I need to start thinking and mentally preparing myself for labour— in about a month, his head should be moving down to my pelvis, to get in the correct position ready for birth! I’m not sure where this reputation came from, but my friends seem to think it will be a breeze for me, and I’ll be cool, calm and collected. I, on the other hand, think I will be crying, claiming that I can’t do it, and screaming like no one else has ever heard me scream before. How could you not?!
My lower back is aching and the tiredness is kicking in again, but I’m trying to fight it. It’s so frustrating, because there are things that I want to do, but physically can’t! I’m still very much loving nesting, and a month ago I would be able to wash-up, clean the kitchen, hoover, wash the floors, tidy the bedroom & front room and clean the bathrooms, all in one go, but now I’m lucky if I can do two of those things before having to sit down, because I’m so breathless! I can’t wait for him to stop pushing on my diaphragm!
I’ve started to get a couple of stretch marks within the last few weeks, on the underside / middle of the bump. Boo. They’re inevitable I suppose, but I thought I might be able to get away with it, as my mum never got them. I’m oiling up like a mad woman, to reduce them!