A month or so ago I shared eight things that I'd learnt so far during my pregnancy. The lessons haven't stopped and there is no sign of this easing off either;
9. There are no flies on me
Literally! My pre-pregnancy wardrobe saw me wear a lot of dresses, because I've never mastered the art of the zipper. You see, I'm a little like a goldfish when it comes to using the loo, if I am indeed wearing trousers. Because within about 3 seconds; I'll get up, pull up and get out. I'll then be starred at for the rest of the afternoon. And while I think people are looking at me, they are in fact looking at my knickers peeking through my trousers, trying to work out how best to tell me. I've gone entire days in this state. My pregnancy wardrobe has introduced me to elastic-waistbands. A dream to wear! They even have fake little lapels so that they look like proper zip up trousers. Genius!
10. Babies kick...a lot
Pre-pregnancy, I thought babies in the womb kicked every now and again. Turns out this is a myth. This is something Hollywood has failed to portray correctly in it's films. Babies kick all...the...time. I'm not complaining at all. It's pure joy for me. And Ryan clambers over pillows or drops whatever he's doing to cop-a-feel of my belly when Little One is doing the Harlem Shake. He's got a routine too, he's super active first thing in the morning, around lunch time until afternoon tea and again in the evening and more so when we're getting ready to sleep. So pretty much the entire day!
11. Nesting isn't just a female thing
Enough said.
I will add that I really don't understand what nesting is all about because the last person who is going to notice all the effort that we've put in to cleaning, painting, primping and pruning is Little One. The concept will be lost on him entirely even though it's in preparation for his big arrival.
12. Everyone has a story
I actually love this part of pregnancy; from the ladies at the pool who have kids, to the old man waiting for the bus, to the plumber, painter and electrician we've had come through doors in the last couple of weeks (see point above...I wasn't kidding about nesting). Everyone has a story to share, a kind word to say or some good old fashioned advice. I'm bigger now, so there is no mistaking that I am indeed pregnant rather than built like the Pillsbury dough boy, so strangers will strike up a conversation at the drop of a hat.
13. I'm no longer a hippo
I've been replaced by a tortoise instead. Except my shell is on my front not my back. I need help getting up off the floor (don't ask) or deep sunken sofa's. That whole "lift the weight of things with your lower body as it will put less stress on your back"...complete and utter nonsense. Try squatting on the floor with your knees bent and then lift yourself, unaided, with what feels like an extra 8kgs strapped to your belly? Try it. I double dare you. Try it while holding 3 frozen chickens for full effect.
14. Emotions run high
I'm very emotional. And not just with the tears. I get really angry too. And at things that I wouldn't usually give a toss about, which also makes me cry! Ryan and I have been together for almost 7 years and in that time he's seen me have two panic attacks; once when I thought I'd killed my sisters cat (that's a story for another time) and just last week for no apparent reason at all! I cry just thinking about what Little One is going to look sleeping in his crib and what he might look like all curled up on the sofa with his Dad. I cry when I hear other people crying. It's just never ending. Pass me a tissue!
15. Never wear your husband belt...without giving it a test run first
This is what I discovered today; I managed to get into a pair of pre-pregnancy trousers this morning but had to improvise on how to keep them up. My usual BellyBelt wasn't quite up to the job. Now the belt I picked wasn't exactly traditional, more 'street' and the buckle resembled something you'd find on an airplane seat-belt. It matched my outfit perfectly. But rushing between meetings, I ended up, marooned in the bathroom at work, trying to figure out how to get the buckle undone as the 'trick' wasn't part of the demo this morning! There is nothing worse than standing, desperately needing the loo, unable to remove your trousers because you're being held hostage by your belt!!! I eventually figured it out, 5 minutes later, after much huffing and puffing.
I'm now midway through week 32 and I'm starting to feel massively bloated and more pregnant than ever. After speaking with a friend earlier this week, who is two weeks away from having her baby boy, while swapping tips about how best to kick start labour, it dawned on me that we're not that far away from parenthood ourselves.
Little One is already such a huge part of our lives. Ryan and I have settled into a comfortable routine of connecting with him on a daily basis, which I love. The truth is, we became parents the day I found out I was pregnant and the instinct to protect our little boy just gets stronger and stronger for both of us.
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