Claire Pregnant

Today has been eternal! I’m beginning to feel REALLY uncomfortable. I slept until 11.30am, got up and went back to bed an hour later sleeping next to Mr. Gin (our cat) until 3pm. Amazingly, I woke after having had a miserable dream where I was forgotten and abandoned by everyone I loved, on my birthday, in a cold, derelict, Victorian school (somewhere austere), needing to do something to help create happier thoughts. I found the inspiration to bake a cake only to slob and indulge further (with the resulting cake of course) in front of a movie. The hours seem to pass so slowly and considering most of them have been unconscious, you might say I’m a little fed-up.

My bump is heavy and tender. The little jabs at the side and tucked under the ribs leave a sore spot and my chest feels… (difficult to explain) compressed making me breathless. I woke the first time today with groin ache. I woke the second time with period like twinges low in the pelvis and a visit to the loo presented a possible/maybe sign that things are beginning to progress in the right direction… … … maybe… possibly… ?

I can’t quite believe I’ve passed my due date. Baby just needs to get himself to the start line and we’re on our way. It’s amazing to think life as I’ve known it will change forever any day… (breaking into song) ‘A Whole New World, a new fantastic point of view…’ Where is that cheesy stage number from?

Phrrr, think I’ll go back to bed!

Watching quality television : ’skinny celebrity mums’ (a title to that effect) I found myself guilty of the desire to be taut and trim again. Knowing how your body will change during pregnancy is an unknown until you go through it and it’s been a small obsession of mine to deal with and accept the transformation. Pau has been documenting the physical changes almost monthly. There’s been some obvious high-lights for me : BOOBS! (didn’t have those before) and I’ve proudly watched my bump grow into a compact beau.

BUT, now I come to the final hurdle I’m beginning to wonder what my new self will look like after the birth. It’s a slightly tenuous thought balancing feelings of happiness and excitement with (dramatic moment); buried woe. I’d love to think I’ll spring back into my old girly figure but I fear expectations as these are… hopeful?