Week 35. Baby is a football (the fruit was getting very confusing!)
To be honest, each week I write now I keep thinking that it may be my last pregnancy blog.
I have a feeling baby S isn’t going to hang around. I have a feeling I won’t have to wait until it reaches watermelon size before it makes an appearance!
The waddle has made its way into my daily life. My front is now so bloody heavy I just can’t help it! I have to lean backwards while walking downstairs. If not I’ll go arse over tit and may cause catastrophic damage to the house! Now Thomas’s bedroom is in the attic room it’s like climbing Everest every day!
In other news my wrists are now slightly swollen but I’m not sure if this is water retention or not. Although my cankles aren’t too bad and I’m nowhere near as inflated as I was with Thomas. So I’m happy, for now.
I keep feeling as though my bump is absolutely massive but when around other pregnant women, I get slight bump-envy! I don’t think I look 35 weeks pregnant but definitely feel it!
This week we’ve been continuing our week off by cramming as much into it as physically possible. It almost been as though we’re never going to get time together again!
On Valentine’s Day Paul and Thomas made a point of spoiling me with lots of lovely presents. We spent the day up in bury seeing my grandma. She had major surgery about a year ago. I wanted to go with her to one of her check up appointments. She’s the bravest woman I know. She would never let on that she is nervous or that something was wrong. So was nice to go and hear for myself that all is well. Plus after we lost my Grandad I hate the idea of her spending valentines on her own. So we gave her no option! 😊
On Wednesday we had a day at Xscape in Castleford and booked a sledging session for the boys. I have never seen them so happy as they pushed each other off into the snow and threw snowballs at each other. It did look like great fun and so it was disappointing that I had to sit out. Watching them made me realise I already have 2 kids really! 😂 After we ate too much food then Paul and I fell (fully) asleep in the cinema while watching Lego batman movie. Thomas enjoyed it though!
Thursday I took myself off for my 6 monthly hair treat. I never mean to leave it so long in between but I’m not very good at making time for myself. I battle with feeling very selfish and spoilt. Afterwards it makes me feel so much better that I try to make the effort now and again. The girl that I go see is a friend from primary school. She now has her own salon so it’s a good excuse to catch up with her as well. She spends so much time working her magic. I recommend her to everyone! It’s like therapy!
I feel so much more ready for baby now I have new hair. Stupid as that sounds! I wonder if it’s just me. Or do other mums get the feeling of wanting to look their absolute best for a baby who will honestly not care one bit what they look like?? Maybe it’s the fact that the baby will be setting eyes on you for the first time. I wouldn’t want it to see my greys or even worse my hairy legs! Although I’m sure that 5 minutes after birth, I’ll be covered in sick and poop and won’t care at all!
Friday was the breastfeeding clinic and Paul bravely decided to join me. I’m glad because I think it’s important for him to get the information as well and to be involved. It was so interesting to get a refresher on breast feeding. Although it’s something I’ve done before, I found the feeding really difficult. I want to aim to breast feed baby S for at least the first month but will not beat myself up if I can’t do longer than that. As it turns out Paul was the only Dad there which proves to me just how supportive he is. I know he’s going to make be amazing Dad. Afterwards we went swimming which is my new favourite thing. Obviously Paul and Thomas had a play on the slides 😊
My dad and brother came over on Saturday. We took Thomas and my nephews to the football. It was my dad’s team (Bury) against Paul’s team (Chesterfield) and it was a brilliant day. Paul didn’t even sulk when chesterfield lost!
I had planned on going for coffee with Paul’s mum on Sunday. We went to the vintage tea rooms in chesterfield. We’ve been there before. It’s is such a lovely quirky place with a gorgeous shop attached. Paul’s mum is having a knee replacement on Thursday. So we thought it was a good excuse for a girlie afternoon before we both have other things to deal with. Or so I thought….
As I walked through the door I immediately spotted my mum. Then I saw my sister, Paul’s sister in law Nat and her mum and our friends. My poor baby brain wondered why everyone was there but then something clicked and I saw that they had thrown me a surprise baby shower!
I was totally gobsmacked and felt like I was going cry my eyes out. I couldn’t believe that they had done all of that for me!
Nat had made the most amazing cake. The decorations were wonderful and there was a mountain of presents. It was all so overwhelming. The effort that everyone made by being there and all the gorgeous thoughtful presents made me realise that I am so bloody lucky. This baby is going to be around the best people and is so loved already ❤
This was one of the best weeks of my whole pregnancy. I didn’t even get Sunday blues because I was still on cloud 9.
2 weeks to go at work…I can do this!
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