I’m reading a great book; The new Pregnancy and Childbirth (’97 edition) by Sheila Kitzinger on loan from a friend whose just had her third… (Thanks Linda). It’s an informative read being a little bit more in depth than the ‘pregnancy bible’ the hospital hand out!
Weirdly, I’m quite looking forward to the whole experience… (and therein lies the evidence of utter inexperience). I’m talking about labour - It sounds barking and most likely is, how I can possibly be looking forward to feeling as though my middle section, being split in two for the arrival of a living, breathing mini me (POP!) will somehow be a pleasurable experience? – I presume this is romantic naivety working it’s magic. Delusion (too many years working in mental health) has become one of my favourite pass times.
Still, the pregnancy is going well. I had a period of six weeks feeling icky on a daily basis, which thankfully disappeared almost as the textbooks say on week 12. This was closely connected to a feeling of desperate hunger, which meant I had a good appetite and has consequently led toward a womanlier figure (always the late developer). Since then, I’ve had a great pregnancy, feeling happy and positive and enjoying knowing that I’ll be a mum soon.