No one tells you about the delights of leaky boobs, lack of spacial awareness, the huge fascination you will cause to people with wandering hands and no concept of personal space. Not to mention the hourly toilet trips, the sudden hatred of all greasy food and the sudden need to throw up at the most inconvenient times...(sorry fellow bus stop slaves, colleagues in the meeting room and random cinema goers).
I can just about deal with all of that but to then become a doctors dream and endure the entire 9 months being prodded and poked and even pitied at times has been a tad irritating. I cant be the only preggo in the world to have an Under-active Thyroid, Anaemia and Gestational Diabetes in the world, but the sheer volume of my medical notes cause visible excitement in the consultants worn eyes, so who am I to deprive him? Always happy to please!
Despite all of this, I have also on occasion loved being pregnant. Checking my Baby's progress every week on Babycentres app and watching the amazing video updates by http://www.pregnancychat.com/ have been a weekly highlight.Watching my (apparently) comedy sized big boobs look more and more in proportion to my body thanks to my growing belly has been an unexpected pleasure. And most of all (once I'd gotten the 'Alien' image out of my mind) feeling my baby swim, squirm and slam dunk inside me has been truly amazing.
From week 24, I have been told on more than one occasion to expect my little man early for various reasons and he's even teased me quite a few times recently with strong regular contractions and every sign of labour Google can provide but then shy'd away last minute.
Come on Baby.We want to meet you! x
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