Yep! I’m still preggo!!




“No baby yet??” “Where is that baby?” “No sign of the new arrival yet??” “Oh someone must be comfortable, you still haven’t had the baby??”
Yes! Yes! I have had the baby and the huge bump is actually a basketball that I stole from the shop, I’m trying to be sneaky!!! NO!!! I haven’t had the baby yet!! 
6,720 hours/ 280 days/ 40 weeks Whichever way you look at it, pregnancy is LONG!! But I’m pretty sure the final month actually lasts 6,720 hours/280 days/ 40 weeks alone! 

Both of my previous pregnancies lasted 40 weeks + 4 days and this one (our last, May I add!) was looking like it was going to be a very different story... preterm labour was suspected in week 32, medicines were prescribed, bed rest was enforced and here I am.. approaching our due date + and still no baby!
Now don’t get me wrong, I know cooking time is 40weeks so we still have time but I’m done!!

Nightly Braxton Hicks, walking like I have shit my pants, no longer being able to sit up or sit down without making sounds that I feel would be more likely made by a constipated geriatric elephant & nightly renditions of that scene from “Alien” when the alien begins to move and then burst out (she hasn’t burst out yet but I seriously think this wee girl is trying to make her own entrance, front and centre, ninja kicking and punching her way out through my belly button!)

Last week I didn’t write a blog, not because I didn’t have anything to say, I had LOTS to say. Unfortunately not many of my thoughts  were positive or thought-provoking and tended to start with “get out” and ended in “f***, I’m done!!!”




So here I am, with only 4 days until my due date and I have decided to surrender; this girl will pick her own birthday and arrive when she is ready. So in the meantime:

* I plan to spend as much time as humanly possibly hanging with my kids and enjoying their company (although they are exceeding pissed off with how selfish I have been by keeping their baby sister from them for so long)

* Eat whatever I want, whenever I want! I may even concoct a random craving in these last few days. I never really had any and never made my husband go out at 2am to fetch something ridiculous; it’s his final pregnancy too so maybe I should do some crazy shit so he gets to enjoy every little experience.(Random suggestion welcome!)

* I refuse to “nest” anymore! Cleaning is overrated and I’m pretty sure the newborn won’t notice if I spend some more time on Starbucks peppermint mochas with friends than scrubbing the dubious mark off the toilet bowl! 

So baby girl, mummy surrenders!! Let’s enjoy these last few days of being joined at the umbilical cord and embrace the unknown... but I swear, if you are not here by Friday, I’m giving you the crappiest name I can possibly think of!  
It’s over to you Prudence Abstinence Sparklebutt Ashton the First, we cant wait to meet you!!

Wishing you all a fantastic week,
Love
Kay

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