I feel as though I have reached an important milestone - 32 weeks or rather 8 weeks to go. Saying that, he may not be an on time baby (and I actually hope he is late) so I have a maximum of 10 weeks left. Very scary!
With Ofsted observing me at work and a daughter being rushed to hospital in an ambulance twice this week, I can honestly say that despite the growing bump, I forgot I was pregnant most of the week. The only times I remembered was when I got a wriggle and I thought, "Oh, what was that? Wind? Dicky tummy? Oh, that's right, there's a baby in there." Hope I am not this forgetful after he is born!
I did see my midwife this week though and explained the stressful week but, after a thorough check-up, I (and baby) were given the all clear. Blood pressure up but not dangerously and everything else is ok. Good news is that he is now head down, so has turned in the last four weeks. Measuring my tummy, I am at 30cm for 32 weeks so he is growing, although I am not surprised with the comfort sweets and biscuits that I have been eating this week to get me through it.
Took a photo of my bump yesterday in the same clothes and at the same stage as with Hannah for a comparison as everyone is saying that I am bigger than I was last time, and here are the results:
Anyway, today I popped to a baby sale in aid of the CLIC charity and made a hormonal-spur-of-the-moment purchase. I bought 17 reusable nappies. Always been against them in the past as couldn't see how you would save money buy the time you bought all the stuff and spent more money on the washing machine but just decided to go for it. No idea what I was doing though so bought them and hoped they were the right ones! Now just need to work out how to use them! Oh dear!
I must admit that I am not my bouncy energetic self this weekend and am irritable and tired. Not even the physical type of tiredness but the 'leave-me-alone' and 'I-want-to curl-up-on-the-sofa-all-day-and-do-nothing' tiredness. Unfortunately, with a working husband and four children at home, as well as jobs to do, this is not an option, so feel even more fed up. I have a pile of 50 Year 11 essays looking at me and have lessons to plan, but am not sure whether any of it will happen.
Still, things could be worse and I only have two weeks until the Easter holidays when I will be definitely be chilling out a bit. (Or doing all those things that I haven't had time for!) I am definitely going to treat myself to a haircut and meeting some friends for some 'me' time. And I have just realised that by the time the Easter holidays is over, this baby will be due in just four weeks! Eeek. Can I please stop time?!