It’s not that long ago that I bagged up my last lot of teeny tiny baby clothes and took them off to the Salvos, it’s only a couple of months since James cut up the cot to fix a slat in Ellie’s bed and I am becoming increasingly worried that I’ve gotten rid of my Pelvic Support Band which is a huge problem.
And so, here I find myself, 17 weeks pregnant. Isn’t it always the way? Get rid the baby stuff and then you need them (top tip: if you don’t want more babies KEEP all the things. Seriously).
It’s been quite a ride already. I am literally the worst pregnant person ever. I don’t glow or get luscious hair and strong nails. I don’t get energy once I hit my second trimester.
No.
I get sick, whingy and emotional before I get crazy, cranky and exhausted. And then my hips start giving out. That’s where I am at right now. A ridiculous cranky pants with no hips to hold them up.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t get better from here for me.
Baby hands <3
Thankfully, babies are pretty cute and worth the nine months of torture.
It’s so different, being pregnant and having older children. Ellie was only just over 3 when Jasper was born, so it’s an eye opening experience. There are a whole lot of questions and discussions that I’ve never had to have before. There are many strong opinions about what sex the baby should be and which name we should choose.
Just the other day, Jasper gave me three possible names; Rainbow, Jasper and Kahlei. I told him I would put Rainbow on the list and explained that I couldn’t name the baby Jasper or Kahlei as I already had two amazing children with those names. He was way ahead of me, demanding that I must choose one of the three and since I had two of them already it would have to be Rainbow. Obviously.
Jasper’s ready, he’s carrying around a dummy he found ‘just in case the baby comes out’
I am also too busy keeping up with school and activities to know exactly how far along I am at any given point. If people ask, I have to consult my phone. I am not nearly as obsessed with trimesters and milestones and what’s happening when as I once was.
I look up weekly information on the baby’s progress as Ellie is keen to know what size it is (as big as an onion currently, in case you’re wondering) and various bits of trivia but all in all I could almost possibly forget I was pregnant in the busyness of life if I wasn’t walking into things with my belly (already), completely uncomfortable in my own body and feeling so wretched.
I’m excited and scared.
Are you a glowing mumma-to-be or do you do pregnancy like me, all pain, big bags under the eyes and bad moods?
Linking up with Jess for #ibot
