I can’t believe I’m finally at week 30 of my pregnancy. At the beginning I was just hoping and praying that I would get to 12 weeks and now that seems like a very distant memory. With only 10 weeks to go until the big finale it’s all starting to get a lot more real now and there have been many conversations with The Husband about the fact that parenthood is imminent. We’re both very excited but also apprehensive as you can imagine. I’m worried about all the sleepless nights and the huge responsibility that comes with raising a child. Luckily, The Husband is remarkably calm and is mostly just looking forward to it all. He’s not a big worrier and helps to keep me calm when I go slightly insane with all the hormones (and also when there are no hormones involved, I’m naturally a little bit crazy!)
I’ve been feeling pretty good ever since I got over the awful first three months where I felt as sick as a dog for weeks. Once that had passed I felt mostly normal and have pretty much been able to carry on as before although I do still get tired a bit more than before. Recently I’ve started getting swollen ankles and feet which is not thrilling and a lot of my shoes no longer fit. That side of things had better go back to normal after the birth as there is a lot of money invested in that shoe cupboard! I’m also suffering massively with heartburn and am swigging the Gaviscon like it’s going out of fashion and mainlining the Zantac. Will be glad when that’s gone. My skin isn’t really loving pregnancy, I’ve had a lot of outbreaks and seem to be permanently sporting a new eruption which is always pleasant. Thank god for foundation and concealer. On the plus side I’ve noticed that I’ve got much thicker hair which I’m thrilled about. My hair has been rubbish for years thanks to the harsh Dubai climate so any help in that department is very welcome.
I’ve just got back from nearly 4 weeks in the UK and we went a little bit overboard on the shopping. I know we won’t need half the stuff and they’ll probably end up not getting used but as I mentioned in my last pregnancy post, I find it almost impossible to help myself when faced with all those cute things. So far nearly all our purchases have been done in the UK and lugged back on the plane (thank you Emirates for the super generous luggage allowance) Between the two of us we’ve managed to transport over 100kgs, pretty good going! We now have the buggy, the car seat and base, all manner of things you apparently HAVE TO HAVE according to the books such as monitors, thermometers, nail clippers, brushes, washing stuff etc. I’m also pretty sure I was the only one boarding that flight with a full size changing mat under my arm. The reason we’ve bought so much in the UK is mostly economics. Everything is cheaper and we can also claim the VAT back on our purchases being non EU residents. There’s also a bigger range in the UK, availability of items can be somewhat limited in Dubai so in order to get the important things I wanted I made sure to order them from John Lewis.
The cake binge hasn’t stopped and neither has the impressive weight gain. However, this week I’m less concerned about my weight and more about the baby’s after the doctor informed me it’s in the 95th percentile for size after my 30 week scan. Better than being underweight I know but now I’m worried we’re having a giant baby which is never going to be easy come D day – or L Day. I’m hoping it’s just a growth spurt and it’ll even out before the birth. Most of my weight so far still seems to be confined to the bump and a maybe a bit on the bum which is fine, I’m not hugely concerned about my weight so far. I know I’ll lose it afterwards if I work hard enough in the gym.
Things I didn’t realise
I wasn’t aware of how many people seem to look and even stare at pregnant women, have any other Mum’s/Mums-to-be noticed that? It’s not bothering me, just something both me and The Husband have become aware of. Maybe it’s an evolutionary thing? I also wasn’t prepared for how courteous and solicitous people become when you’re noticeably pregnant. I was offered seats on the tube in London which quite frankly amazed me, people hold doors open for me more often, women are even letting me go first in the queue for the loo! I’m really enjoying that side of things, it makes the whole thing feel quite special.
I didn’t realise my spacial awareness wouldn’t keep up with my actual body shape. I still try to squeeze through gaps I would have had no issues with previously and now find I can’t get through. Yesterday I even had to move my car once parked as I hadn’t allowed enough room for me and the bump to get out.
There’s now so much movement it sometimes feels the baby is having a wrestling match inside. On the last two scans it’s been hiding its face so we haven’t been able to see much. Even when the doctor has tried to move it to get a better picture it’s been a no go, stubborn already!
I really hope these next few weeks don’t drag too much as I’m starting to get impatient to meet this new little person. We’ve got a lot still to sort out so I think they’ll pass pretty quickly and I know I need to treasure this time as much as possible. It’ll be the last time for a long time I can just nip out anywhere or get a full night’s sleep!