Ah pregnancy, possibly the most amazing and wonderful time of your life, but sadly this is something most women don’t realise until it’s over. It’s hard to keep up with the many changes of my pregnant body and I’ll be the first one to say I really don’t cope well for 9 months. I’m forever counting down to the big day, not just so I can meet my bundle of fun but so I can also swallow without wanting to vomit, so I can finally feel like I’m not constantly choking on some acid reflux and so whatever limb is poking my in the ribs will stop.
I’m enjoying the 2nd trimester glow and most definitely enjoying the compliments I’m receiving. I think it might also be a post holiday tan but I’m lapping up the attention and grinning like the Cheshire Cat nonetheless. Aside from my boobs looking a little frightening (still small but nipples are certainly not!) I’m quite happy with how things are. From the front and back my hips are appearing narrower, as is my waist line. I still have chunky thighs but the ever growing baby bump even makes these appear slightly smaller. My hair is looking great and is full of body and shine. I’ve not yet had it cut since falling pregnant as I’m worried it will have some sort of Rapunzel effect, and trimming it will make it lose it’s power. My complexion really is glowing. I’m blemish free and wearing minimal make up. I’m enjoying looking healthy even though inside I feel like an 80 year old.
I’m fast approaching my 3rd and final trimester (officially on Saturday), and it’s something I have mixed emotions about. D Day will be fast approaching and thoughts of baby K-D exiting through my tiny door is already giving me sweaty palms, even though last time was pretty straightforward. I want to be body and mind ready but toddler taming wasn’t part of the agenda last time and whilst before I had the luxury to attend aqua natal and work on breathing techniques, this time around bedtime at 8pm is the most appealing form of R&R for me.
But no matter what my grumbles are nothing compares to feeling baby moving and kicking around inside me.
I can’t wait to meet you kiddo.
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Mummy over and out