Week 37: The End is Near!

In fact, it's tomorrow! Due to my obstretric cholestatis, slightly raised blood pressure and baby slowing down, it's been decided that tomorrow - 20th Day - at 38 weeks pregnant , its D-Day for Baby Pedro.

I am in a mixed state of emotions - excited, scared, nervous, relieved! At the moment, the relief has taken over. After 8 weeks of going back and forth to the hospital it's nice to know there is a resolution, however, I'm also petrified of the fact that by the weekend, I'll be a mum. Oh, it sounds so grown up. Does that mean I'll have to start acting my age and stop binge drinking, watching Gossip Girl and being addicted to all things social media?! They actually wanted to induce him last week but all I kept thinking was I haven't shaved my legs, or had a pedicure - you can see the kind of mum I'm going to make!

It is however also MEGA exciting to think that hubby and I will soon get to meet our lovely newborn son. For 9 months now, he's been an abstract concept so it will be really nice to actually see him and start discovering his personality and what he looks like. We've already had bets on whether he'll have my nose or my hubby's ears - it's hilarious to think that he will be a mix of us. We know he's got long legs, so I'm hoping he'll be tall, handsome and most of all healthy.

So, I won't be posting for a while as I get to grips with this little fella and his needs, but once I'm back on track, I'll be back here blogging about the ups and downs of being a new mum. I'm sure, knowing me, I'll find myself in all sorts of situations - as my mother said, I never like to make anything simple. So I'm leaving you with the last picture of my hubby and me pre-baby - eek! Life will never be the same again...

Week 36: The Head is Engaged!

Earlier this week, I started waddling like a duck! Yes, walking the dog became a huge effort and along with the waddling, I was also getting a strange pain in my pelvis. I didn't really give it much thought as I'd read lots about ligaments softening and just thought this was the case, but when I saw the midwife this week she told me the head was engaged!

For me, engagement means a diamond ring, but in this case it means the baby is on the move and his head is now down low in my pelvis - hence the waddling and pain.

Immediately I thought I was going into labour, but apparently they can stay this way until they come out. The good thing about it is that I don't feel so breathless now that baby has moved down and my heartburn has pretty much burnt out! The bad thing is it feels like the baby will drop out any minute but I've been told that's a medical improbability so that's a relief, however, it also makes me want to pee every 5 mintues, which isn't such a relief.

So maybe baby Pedro will come early on his own accord? I'd certainly prefer that to having to be induced. The one thing I'm worried about though is whether I'll know I'm going into labour! Is that stupid? Or is that a normal pregnant-for-the-first-time worry? So I'm off to google first signs of labour now to ensure I know what to look for!

Week 35: The nesting instinct

It has to be said that I'm not the most domesticated of people. I do keep my house clean and tidy but I'm not obsessed with it and in fact, if I had the money, I'd pay someone to clean, cook and generally look after me.

When I started reading about the nesting instinct that pregnancy brings on, I laughed - out loud. The last thing I'd ever expect was to feel the need to feather my nest but this week it seems to have kicked in. First up, I had a desperate desire to get the baby's room ready - even though he'll be sleeping with us for the first 6 months.

Whether it's because Pedro may be coming early or because this is a natural mothering instinct, I'm not sure, but now we've sorted it out, I feel much more relaxed. It's also given me a chance to sort out everything we've bought for him and boy, have we bought a lot of stuff. It constantly amazes me how such a small thing can need so much stuff!

The other thing that's happened is a desire to cook. Now usually this is the husband's job - partly because he's around more and partly because that's what he originally trained at. However, since I've been on maternity leave, I've been conjuring up delicious treats every night - veggie lasagne, home-made pizza, home-made spaghetti and meatballs and banofee pie. I couldn't stop at one of these either, had to make two - why?!

The most hilarious part of this latest nesting affliction is that I don't even have much of an appetite now so poor ole hubby is eating and eating and eating... maybe this is why partner's often put on weight! Anyway, must dash... off to make a Peach Melba cheesecake...