It’s presto change-o this week, as I’ve started to feel very differently from previous weeks.
All of sudden, my bump has visibly expanded out of nowhere and I’m feeling very conscious of carrying a little one, in a way I didn’t before.
There’s a big difference physically now – its gotten to the stage where strangers can see I have a bump, and that feels odd.
Before, it was like a warm little secret, whereas now it’s my identity to other people. I am ‘that pregnant lady’, and I’ve never identified myself that way before.
My bump has also been really hurting this week, probably because its rapidly expanding.
A few people have informed me that the discomfort is probably my stomach muscles splitting apart to accommodate the growing baby, which, let’s face it, is disgusting.
Between that aching, my boobs aching and various trapped nerves, the physical part of pregnancy has been hard this week.
And I know there’s more to come!
I’ve felt a bit like a minor part on ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers’ this week.
Not only do I feel different, but I look different. I don’t feel like myself this week.
I think because I felt so utterly normal before, its come as a shock – even though I knew it was going to happen at some point.
My clothes are beginning to pinch and I need to finally give in and get some maternity wear, rather than just going with the looser items in my current wardrobe.
I know that will help me to feel more comfortable as well.
The rapid physical changes have also been coupled with my emotions going haywire.
I’m normally quite level headed but at the moment, I’m a bit of tearful mess.
Anything, happy or sad, can and does set me off. I’ve been lying in bed crying for no reason at all – just because “things are going to change” (well….duh).
So, not feeling myself, physically or emotionally.
I was stood in the shower the other day and the thought hit me that I’m basically just a life support machine for another being at the moment!
Everything I do, what I eat, how long I sleep, if I go to the gym, doesn’t just affect me any longer. And that’s a big adjustment to make.
I’ve been managing to stay up later as one good thing, I’m managing a 10pm bedtime now instead of my usual 7.30 and 8, which is a relief.
I’ve been super busy at work so its good to have a bit more time to unwind in the evening instead of just falling face down into my bed.
Still going to the gym but my diet’s gone a bit south.
Until recently I was only really wanting healthy stuff – lots of cherry tomatoes, orange juice etc - but over the past week I’ve been mad for sweets, and probably consuming more Haribo than I should.
I really need to knock that on the head. Its not healthy and I’m also on the ‘high risk’ list for gestational diabetes, so I really need to get a grip on that.
I’m booked in for blood glucose tests at the hospital in a couple of weeks as well. I don’t know why I’ve suddenly become a sugar fiend as I’m usually much more partial to savoury foods.
I’ve been out for a few nice meals and things since my last update, and tried my first (and likely to be last) non-alcoholic beer when I went to a very nice Indian restaurant called Calcutta Club.
I was not impressed – it didn’t taste anything like beer!
Think I’ll be sticking to the orange juices and things from now on.
I also went to a great little gastro pub called The Ruddington Arms with friends, one of whom is a chef and recommended the place.
I demolished the Cinnamon Doughnuts with Pistacho Icecream and Dark Chocolate Sauce. Super yum!
Seb is going away to Berlin this Easter Weekend for a stag do, and he’s been dreading leaving me!
Usually, I’d been booting him out the door as I love a bit of time on my own, but I must admit I’m not looking forward to it this time.
He has been so amazing at taking care of the house and me, even waking up with me in the middle of the night to rub my aching bump! Its only a few days but its going to feel like a long time.
Luckily, I have two of my oldest school friends coming up to visit, so I’m sure they’ll look after me. One just got engaged, so we have a lot to celebrate.
We did want to do a spa weekend to begin with, until I discovered how little you can do at a spa when you’re pregnant! No hot tub, no aromatherapy, no sauna.
We’ve decided just to go out for dinner and drinks instead.
And the big news is also that we’ve just booked our ‘babymoon’ holiday. In 5 weeks, we’re jetting off to Italy to visit Venice, Verona and Lake Garda.
I can’t wait! So ready for a break and to eat lots of tummy Italian food (can you tell my life at the moment mainly revolves around eating?). I just hope I feel a bit more like my normal self then.
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