Pregnancy week 37

I've come to the conclusion that crowds and pregnancy don't mix.  On Saturday we went to Flavourfest and instead of enjoying it like last year I actually found it quite stressful. As my husband ate his way from stall to stall (eating all kinds of pate and cheeses I wasn't allowed) I waddled behind him trying to avoid being elbowed in the belly.  People in crowds are so totally oblivious!  Noone seemed to be looking where they were going - they were all too busy looking at food or walking along texting.  It didn't take long for me to grow tired of waddling around, especially as I was too fat to squeeze through the crowds and get close to the stalls and even if I could have got close I wasn't allowed to eat most of the free samples anyway.  We decided to go and watch the cookery demos but the heat and pressure on my hips meant I soon had to sit down. Unfortunately there were no free seats. As I waddled from bench to bench looking for space and getting hotter and more flustered did anyone offer me a seat? Heck no! So I gave up and just sat on the floor which of course led to me getting stuck on the floor.  I really can't wait to be able to move around normally again - I feel like such an invalid!

Thankfully I've now reached week 37 and the end is in sight!! It's my last week at work before maternity leave, hospital bag packed just in case (though hopefully won't be needed) and plenty of homemade lasagne stock piled in the freezer.

Last week we went over our home birth plans with the midwife and she gave us our home birth kit. Hubby got excited to see what cool things would be included and was a little grossed out by some of the contents (especially the biohazard tub for disposal of the placenta!). It's crazy to think that he could be born any day now if he wanted - though I've told him he needs to wait at least until next week or else the plastic sheeting I've ordered from Ebay won't have been delivered and we'll have nothing to protect the carpet from the bloodbath of child birth.

Today I had my presentation scan which confirmed baby is definately head down. I could have told them that already though just by the recent increase in how often I have to get up to pee in the night (6 times last night!) as well as the fact that now everytime I sneeze the poor kid head butts me in the pelvis - not comfortable for either of us!  My back and hips are becoming quite uncomfortable and little mr fidget bum in there is making me feel like I'm being beaten up from the inside!  I couldn't help laughing the other day when my husband was giving me a hug and the baby kicked him square in the groin haha.

Pregnancy week 35

I haven't written in a while as I expected everyone was getting about as bored of reading about my pregnancy as I am of being pregnant. Apparently I was wrong so thought it was time I wrote another update.

So what funny stories shall I share with you this time?

Apparently I'm bigger than I think I am. I was heading into my local supermarket the other day and this guy was stood outside a good 5/6ft from the door but when he saw me coming still felt like he needed to move out of my way!  I've lost count of the number of times I've hit my bump on tables and counter tops in the last week and I now have to brush my teeth standing side on to the sink or I hit my bump every time I go to spit. Good job the poor kid is well padded in there or he'd be coming out with bruises!

The baby is taking up more and more space and when he moves around he really does stick out a lot. My belly often looks like something out of an alien movie! Curled up in bed with my husband the other morning he grabbed what he thought was my hip. He seemed a little confused when I asked him why he was holding onto the baby's leg! That made me giggle.

Being this fat, tired and uncomfortable doesn't really do a whole lot for your sex drive.  My husband decided to try a new method of wooing me the other day - he tried playing me a recording of the mating sound of a  whale!! Cheeky so and so!

It's been great seeing the changes in my husband as he fully embraces this pregnancy.  He's one of those guys who loves using his spare time to read up on topics that interest him and read product reviews.  He loves sport and photography and always takes note of what cameras people have.  Now as we wander around town he also notices what push chair or baby carrier people have.  Another thing he has taken to doing in town is playing a new game I like to call 'fatty or preggo?' Basically how it goes is we'll be walking down the street and Josh will poke me and try to subtly point out some poor oversized woman in the crowd and guess if her pot belly is baby related or just plain flabby.

Josh pretends to be chilled out and uninterested but has secretly been reading up on all kinds of things and seems to know more (theory wise) about pregnancy, breast feeding and labour than I do.  It's great to know I have good support and he's doing all he can to prepare. It's interesting how certain pregnancy symptoms help to prepare you for life after the birth. For example my husband having to help me get dressed in the morning is good practise for when he has to dress a kid. And getting up to pee five times a night is preparing me for the sleep deprivation to come.  The local sea gulls have decided to help prepare us too by screeching outside our window at 5am every morning - how thoughtful of them (not!).

I'm finally getting to the point where it feels like the end is almost in sight and it's time for the last few preparations. The freezer is slowly filling up with home cooked meals (I have a feeling we're gonna quickly get tired of eating leftover lasagne) and we've booked our home birth and met our midwife. I wonder what the shops below us are going to think when I go into labour?! Hope I'm not too noisy or annoying. Though I have to admit there is a small part of me that is kinda looking forward to getting my own back on our new neighbours who seem to think 11:30pm is a good time to do DIY!

This week we had our first anti natal class. I was surprised by how many other dad's were there and pleased too - nice to have some mutual support for hubby.  Most of the stuff covered this week wasn't really new to us but I did learn a few things. Like apparently expecting a 4 week old baby to be fine sitting in a car seat for a couple of hours drive to Newquay was perhaps a little optimistic (something about their spine not liking it too much).  I wonder what other details like that I'm gonna have not thought about?! I have so much to learn.  The main thing I got out of the anti natal class was realising how great my husband is, what a good support he is and what an amazing dad he is to our little boy even now.