A Mummy-To-Be…

Just two more weeks til our due date. TWO WEEKS.

It’s still all feeling quite surreal at the moment. Matt and I keep discussing the “miracle of life” and are both still amazed when we think about it properly that WE are having a baby and that baby started off as a couple of tiny cells which are now a fully formed human being. It’s just hard to comprehend, really.

The past week has been difficult. I have been really suffering with the SPD, but it’s not been helped by the fact that I went into “nesting” mode and started ripping the insides out of cupboards and clearing out all the junk I could find (with lots of Matt’s help, of course). The amount of rubbish we have accumulated in a week is amazing. A couple of runs to the recycling centre yesterday got rid of it all though.

I even ended up on my hands and knees one night last week, scrubbing the kitchen floor until I was happy that it was sparkling. Carpets and rugs have been washed and the bedroom cleared out of everything that was irritating me. I even got around to sorting out all my perfumes yesterday which were piled up all over the place and making space for other toiletries that were just stacked up in the office/spare bedroom.

We even fond out that we have carpet under our stairs. Well we knew we did, it’s just not something that we had seen for a long time. We had so much junk piled up under there and it was stressing me out every time I looked at it. Now… it looks lovely, clean and tidy. We still have an exercise bike that we REALLY need to get rid of as it’s just not going to be used. If you need one – contact us!

Along with SPD getting worse, I also suffered from recurring bouts of a bad stomach last week and feeling really quite nauseas again. It was like being back in the first trimester! Weird. On top of feeling quite emotional and tired, Barney was then sick (which I always find very stressful anyway), by the end of the week I’d really had enough and just couldn’t take any more. I felt like an emotional wreck. Hormones are fun, although, I haven’t been at all hormonal through this entire pregnancy, I think last week just took it’s toll.

Stressful stuff aside, I also think I am losing my mind. I went out in the car last week and at one point, I felt like I’d forgotten how to drive. I sat in the car, with the gear in reverse and felt quite stupid. I decided it was perhaps time to give up driving for a few weeks. (I’ve not though… yet). I then noticed that the bushes at the back of the house had been trimmed by the council, which excited me somewhat, until I looked at Matt and saw him grinning whilst advising me that they had, in fact, been trimmed weeks and weeks ago (before Xmas). I go to the shops and have to call Matt to ask what he wanted. Two minutes later, I call him again to tell him I’ve already forgotten and ask once more what I’m there for. Goodness knows what I am telling our customers! There has been other stuff, but since my brain is obviously not presently in my head at this time, I can’t remember any of it. I’m sure Matt will take delight in sharing!

This week, I am hoping for some *signs* that Flump wants to make an appearance. A constant grinding pain in my pelvis that makes me want to jump out of my chair, painful ribs and a big bump are the things that remind me there’s a baby ready to emerge at any time. Along with the tiredness and wanting to throw up! I’m hoping for a show – anything, in fact!

I’m ready now. I think. Well.. am I EVER going to be ready to do this? Probably not, but I know I am ready to meet our baby. I can’t wait.