I wasn’t sure what shoot to do today. I was thinking a family shoot, but it’s easier to just do one by myself and save the next family shoot for the four of us. It also might be the last shoot that I do while pregnant, so I want to document my bump well.
I think most people who see my bump on the regular thought I would not still be pregnant. A couple of people we see around commented yesterday that my bump has changed shape.
So he went back to the car and did some work. He wasn’t bothered.
For some reason I thought I’d have to put up a fight, which I said to her but she said ‘no, we just have to offer it’.
I’ve always said I’m not really sure what are kicks and what are Braxton Hicks, but after a bit more reading it seems like BH makes your bump go tight for quite a while. I was having a lot of them last night.
She said a date and I asked if that was as long as I’d be allowed to go. She said yes. Bit disappointed as I’ve heard of people having a bit more time, but I would be surprised if I get that far.
I have some time, I might not get that far. I keep saying it, but who knows.
It was so good. We have leftovers for today. I could go and just eat it all now – I’m going to eat after I finish writing this.
Though I’ve been feeling a bit sick lately, but it might be due to my hormones changing for labour?
Always a samosa with some spicy tomato and onion relish. Yum.
I feel quite thirsty as well, so I’m trying to stay as hydrated and fed as possible. I need to rest more though.
I dislike lying awake trying to sleep for ages.
We had to go in a couple of times. Tiago changed her nappy as she’d had a bath, and she likes to drink a lot of water in the bath…
Weirdly I had that song scheduled for today on my YouTube channel – I danced to it a while ago so had no clue.
Cue me looking up Enya’s wikipedia page during my reading rampage.
That and undoing all the good phone behaviour I had the other month.
#EveryoneSeemsInARushToHaveTheirBabyBeforeTheirDueDateAndGettingUpsetWhenTheirDueDateComesWithNoSigns #IWantToWriteALotButIAlsoDoNotWantToAnnoyEveryoneBySayingYouAllJustNeedToChillOutAndRelax #SoInsteadISayNothingAndJustReadWhichIsNotVeryHelpful
I’m sure I’d just piss them all off with my comments, so I’m better off staying quiet.
They asked me if I wanted an in or out patient induction. I had no clue about the difference, so luckily her phone went dead so I had some time to ask her a bit more before she rang back. An out patient means I would be given a pessary to use at home, labour at home, but I’d have to go in earlier that day or the day before for a scan. In patient means I’ll have it there, but we’ll have to go in at some point for Covid tests. In patient seems easier as my parents can have B and hopefully things would happen fast as I’d be so due. (I read that inductions happen more effectively the more pregnant you are.)
With B my waters broke, I went to hospital, they wouldn’t let me go home as she was breech and had me on a countdown to a c-section. Luckily I went into labour (by staying calm and relaxed) and just laboured at the hospital, then got transferred to the delivery suite when I was in established labour.
He was a bit older than B, so I don’t think B will be reacting like that.
Bless them all.
#IReadAnArticleAboutToddlersAndThePandemicAndHowItMayBeAffectingTheirSocialSkills #BIsDefinitelyGettingMoreUsedToPeopleInTheNeighbourhoodAndLikesToStrokeDogsMoreWhichHisNice #IThinkHerGoingToNurseryIsGoodForHerAndSheNowRunsAroundThePlaygroundWithHerFriendWhichIsReallyNiceToSee
I’m not too concerned. I think her seeing my Nan everyday is good, and we see my Mum a lot so at least she has not just been stuck in a bubble with me and T for the last 15 months.
I showed her the video of the siblings this morning and she seemed quite captivated.
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