Pregnancy Diaries | Week 30-33

The last pregnancy diary ended with Week 30, and this time, I’m still going to start with it. Because week 30 felt looooong. In fact, I think I’ve reached peak pregnancy, where the weeks now drag and as Ismay described it, my bump “looks like 3 watermelons” It feels it too. I carried a watermelon and then some. In between naps and iZombie episodes, I’ve more or less accepted its time to be at peace with my dwindling energy levels and just embrace these last weeks of bump watch. So, here we go, the penultimate pregnancy diary (I think)

WEEK 30

This was the week I caught a bug and it took forever to shake off. Being sick and pregnant is the biggest pity party you can have, and I spent most of it on my sofa, plucking away at those tiny violins. The Beast from the East came and went, but rather than get out to enjoy the snow, I stayed inside with tissues and hot water getting cabin fever, fearful I’d slip on the pavements outside.

Also worth noting, that a chesty cough and a squished bladder are the worst combination. Enough to make me up my kegel exercises, anyway.

WEEK 31

Another midwife checkup! This time my mum comes with me, as this is the week that she comes to stay to watch over me as Robin flies to Hong Kong for a few days. I think it hits home just how pregnant I am now. I’m very pregnant. She gets to witness the alien foot belly, as does my Dad, over Facetime.

I finish getting all my bits and pieces for the hospital bag- now all I need is an actual hospital bag!

So far, at every checkup, my belly measures totally average. Smack bang on the middle of the graph. UNTIL TODAY. Today, Wendy tells me that not only am I now measuring a week ahead but that my baby’s growth plot is now off the chart (but completely normal) For all my gobbing about having a Godzilla baby, it appears I am actually going to have Godzilla baby for real. My frou frou recoils in horror.

WEEK 32

Wowsers, it’s getting tight in this belly! Her head is down, which now means I am delightfully feeling her feet kicking and rubbing against my ribs. It’s a weird sensation. I’m pretty sure I don’t like it. At 2am every night, she has a dance party down there which means I’m either kept up by the hundreds of trips to the toilet or the hundreds of kicks to my insides.

I’m guessing she’s moving or stretching into my ribs more as I feel out of breath all the time now. I can’t even reach up to the cereal shelf in the cupboard without having a little time to catch my breath.

I meet up with friends on an arctic Sunday (the mini Beast from the East 2.0) and I’m painfully aware how much of a penguin waddle I’ve developed as I trudge down Kings Cross Road towards Exmouth Market. The waddle is strong my friends. That or passerbys think I’ve cacked my pants.

WEEK 33

A new week, an old symptom- sleepiness. Suddenly, I can’t get through the day without a nap. I want to sleep all. the. time. 

My bump has blossomed even more which means I’ve caved in and bought myself a bottle of Bio Oil because I’m paranoid that tiny dot on my belly is the beginning of a stretch mark. I won’t lie, the scent isn’t for me- like a spicy floral? I’m also not used to the oily feel afterwards, blech. I miss my bottle of E45 already…

After our penultimate ante natal class this week, the group head out for pizza. Even though I’m not the first ‘in line’ to pop, I’m definitely carrying a bigger bump than the other ladies. BECAUSE OF COURSE I AM.

Head to IKEA to pick up a rocking chair (the Poang model, has a rocking chair version with lots of colour combinations) and THE BABY DRESSER IS BUILT. This excites me far more than it should because I can now organise baby clothes into tiny little sections.

Which brings us to now! Munching on apples and peanut butter.

Judging by the wiggles and rib kicks, I’d say this was a winning combo in there. She also gets this excited when I drink juice, so it appears my little bouncing baba has inherited my sweet tooth.

I’m getting a start on washing all the baby clothes, and even though there are approximately 50 baby outfits and onesies in the washing machine, it barely makes up half a load. SO SMALL! SO CUTE!