Time for tea

Raspberry leaf tea that is!

It’s now just under a week to go until you’re due to appear and although I trust that ‘you know when to be born’ I figured a couple of days before the start of September it was safe to start thinking about you making an imminent appearance. So the Raspberry leaf tea has been bought and one cup consumed only to discover that 1) it’s all a bit of an old wives’ tale and 2) to have any effect they suggest starting it several weeks earlier. OK, I may just have to rely on the pineapple core trick instead.

It’s funny that until now the only thing we’ve been concerned about is that you don’t turn up early. And I’ve been quite relaxed until the doctor started talking about induction – I know that wouldn’t be for another 2 weeks but it freaks me out anyway because of all the stories you hear about it disrupting plans for a smooth labour. I was escorted into town by your grandmother to do my last freelance recording before you come – in their eyes you could drop out as I walk down the street but because I don’t feel any different to how I have been I can’t really understand what all the fuss is about. I’m pretty sure I’ll be aware of the fact that it’s all starting to kick off.

And I have to make sure I’m in rude health for when that happens. I finally got a descent night’s sleep after getting medication for the heartburn and think I may finally stop feeling like a zombie and actually get my appetite back beyond cereal/porridge/toast/pasta. You are pretty heavy so trying to move around in bed isn’t the easiest to accomplish without feeling as though i’m turning a beached whale. And admittedly at the end of the day my pelvis feels the weight too, it feels a bit like carrying around a block of cement with just your bones to support it.

Which makes sense because we are now an impressive 77kg (compared to 67kg at 14 weeks and probably 62kg when I got married) that’s just over 12 stone – wow! But even I have to admit that it doesn’t show too much – it must all be hidden in my deep pelvis which is where your head is at the moment. Nice and low, which made it a bit tricky for the midwife to locate – it took two of them. But you’re bundled up nice and neatly in front so I don’t really look like I’ve put on much weight at all, certainly no rubber tyres or massive bottoms. And walking along the street (early in the day) is still quite relaxed and easy, it’s not until I get tired later on that I start to resort to a more leisurely meander.

But little things remind me you’re still waiting to make an appearance – apart from the stretching you now seem to enjoy which results in a foot sized bump sticking out of the size of my tummy. I no longer have to adjust the seat in the car after your dad’s been driving because I can no longer sit upright in the car (not because I struggle to fit you behind the wheel but because I can’t really lean forward.) We now have 2 buggies waiting for you and your room has been filled with an impressive collection of baby things – changing table (see picture below), swinging crib (which amazingly your grandma saved from when we were little), bath, blankets, swing for me to carry you in, funky changing bag (unisex your dad can’t shirk off the responsibility of carrying it too!)

The only problem at the moment is that we’re struggling on names. We had some ideas and then they were stolen by others. We keep getting given very English suggestions that we’re not really that wild about. We’ve been through the name dictionary countless times but haven’t felt enlightened yet. I’m sure it would help if we knew what you were, but similarly lots of people say we can’t really decide until we see you so maybe there’s no need to worry. As long as you don’t come out looking like a Hephzibar!!


two and a half weeks to go!

You really must be getting squashed in there. There isn’t much room for you to squirm around like you had been doing up until now, rather you’re now all elbows and feet and shoulders protruding out of the side of my tummy as you stretch to try and create more room. I’m still not massive compared to the other expectant mums but we’ve decided it’s because i’m tall, i haven’t put on that much fat and there aren’t vast amounts of amniotic fluid surrounding you. So you’re pretty manageable and rather than be desperate to get you out i’m quite enjoying carrying you around like this. The heartburn I could do without (i can’t wait to eat chocolate again!) and you are getting rather heavy, so sleeping and getting off the floor are a bit tricky but otherwise all is well.

But now that it’s only weeks to go I decided it was probably time to start preparing the essentials, especially as you may decide you don’t fancy waiting that long. I finally bought clothes for you, all cream and white because you won’t answer your dad’s question as to whether you’re a boy or girl, not that it would have made tremendous difference because i figure it was best to keep the essentials plain so that other people can buy you fancy outfits. I washed them all, along with the blankets we’ve been given and the fitted sheet for your pram, and hung them in a display of tiny clothes outside on the grass in the sunshine, only to find they’d been blown over five minutes later and had little grass stains and squashed bugs on them.

Now i can start packing the hospital bag, some might say i’ve left it a bit late but it’s very strange to try and organise clothes and things for an event which still seems so foreign and for a little person who doesn’t actually need clothes at the moment but will emerge and need to be dressed and kept warm and brought home.

I give it 5 days…

Until my belly button starts to protude. It’s almost completely flat now having been pushed up by the enormous weight inside my tummy. I think I’m pretty lucky to have got this far without it popping and I’m intrigued to know if it’s genetic or luck of the umbilical cut. Either way the more exciting issue today is that it’s my last week at work. Not sure how I’ll feel about not getting up for work each day but I’m sure there’s plenty to fill my time, like washing baby clothes for a babe that isn’t even born yet. But first have to get through what’s going to be some HOT days – I know it doesn’t compare to the US but we don’t have air conditioning as standard! Apart from that I’m feeling good, you learn to cope with the heavy balloon stuck on your front and the little boggles that strike at the oddest times, like the shooting pain in your groin when you walk that you can’t get rid of and then which disappears when you walk up stairs – tres odd!