31+5

Despite the time of the day (or night), I love watching my belly roll and jiggle as Baby Bear wiggles about in there.
Now certain things that wake me up can put me in a foul mood
*Heartburn. Not a night goes by when i don't have to get up at least once to take Gaviscon
*Pelvic Pain. Recently diagnosed with SPD and sometimes the pain in my public bone from just rolling over is enough to take my breath away!
*Having to pee. I know this is pretty much just accepted with pregnancy but it just irritates me.
*Daddy Bear. Daddy Bear works nights and usually comes home at about 5-6am, gets into bed, spends 10 minutes puffing up his pillows and faffing about, before falling asleep, rolling onto my side of the bed and snoring in my ear.
*Snoring. Not Daddy Bear's, my OWN SNORING WAKES ME UP!! Seriously, since I hit my third trimester I snore like a trucker and actually wake myself up. Am terrified to fall asleep when anybody but Daddy Bear is around as it's horrendous.

This list isn't exhaustive, there are plenty more things that wake me up and put me in a bad mood, but these are the ones from last night, and every night for the last God knows how many weeks.

But the one thing I don't mind, is feeling tiny feet and hands trying to escape through my belly. It's an odd feeling, I feel the baby roll before a small area of tightness and touch my tummy to feel an egg-sized lump which moves around. You can play Whack-a-Mole with him/her, every time I feel a limb poke out you can tickle it, it disappears and reappears somewhere else. It's such a fun game but if I turn the light on to try and film it, our stubborn little baby hides!!
In fact, every time I get the camera out the baby refuses to move, but this morning, I lay down on my sofa, actually going back to sleep not film the bubba but I managed to get a shot!!

It's not as amazing as I've seen before, but I got it!



Lunch is calling me

Eagerly awaiting the arrival of our wiggly Baby Bear
xxx

31+2

I love to nose at other's blooming bellies, so here's a few shots of mine over the weeks!!


So these were taken at 19, 21, 25, 28 and 31 weeks

As you can see I pop every now and then, but I don't take them weekly as I forget, and I like seeing the size difference over three weeks. Am still carrying very high, and am crossing every bit of my body possible that my little stretchmarks over my love handles are the only ones that appear!

Isn't it funny how despite your size, a bump can make you feel sexy and feminine. I've always hated putting on weight and the way it makes me feel, but the smooth tight skin over my stomach is beautiful to me.
I'll miss being pregnant. Not the constipation, piles, constant heartburn, stretchmarks and very limited wardrobe, but holding my bump, or watching Daddy Bear when he runs his fingers over my stomach, or Baby Bear rolling over, swishing, kicking and hiccuping inside me.

Have got friends over for dinner tonight, so I'm going to prep my dinner

Eagerly expecting our little Baby Bear
xxx

30+4

It's official, I will soon block out the sun with my enormous stomach. And yet I continue to eat.
Even my loving family cannot wipe off 'the look'. If you've had kids or are currently pregnancy you might have experienced 'the look'. I got a particularly big one after eating an entire roast dinner (having a massive plate and finishing before everybody else) and then looking around to see what else there was. When giving 'the look' people will often pause, fork half-way to mouth, and you can literally see them reminding themselves that you are pregnant.

Although I can give a few certain looks myself. Like the one Daddy Bear gets if he makes some stupid kind of comment like 'hungry?' after I finish my plate before he's halfway through. He really does set himself up sometimes, seemingly forgetting how volatile pregnancy hormones really can be. At mmy parents at the weekend he moaned about wanting to go home as he was tired and had work the next day. He then continued to say 'what do you do all day'. What sane man says that to a pregnant woman?? Seriously?
Oh, nothing much. Just cleaned your house, did your washing, ironed your clothes, cooked your dinner, not to mention GROW YOUR CHILD!!

Anyway, after my epic cleaning session the other day, I have little to do with my day. Which is really quite sad. So I've turned my attention to baked goods. Yesterday it was banana loaf, I found an amazing recipe and it's got fruit in it so I can convince myself it's healthy. Even better.
Today, it's flapjacks. Oats are healthy, right? Good.

All this food talk means I have to go check out what other goodies are hiding in my kitchen.

Eagerly awaiting our Baby Bear
xxx

30+2

Okay, so being 'productive' is over-rated.

Really over-rated. I woke up early, had breakfast with hubby and was excited at the prospect of scrubbing our flat. (Can I just say it was pretty tidy but have people coming to view the flat tomorrow). However, hours later I have discovered a few things - pregnancy has zapped all my energy meaning that tidying my flat takes a hell of a lot longer than before!! So long I was bored of cleaning!! Then, when I have bleached, scrubbed, polished, hoovered, swept, taken bins down, washed, dried and ironed our gorgeous 2-bed apartment, i discover I can no longer walk!! The pain in my pelvis is so bad that taking a few steps makes me gasp!!

So I thought - nap!! always makes me feel better... and guess who wakes up? Yep. got it in one. Hello Baby Bear, how's things in utero? Just so you know, you can't escape my belly through my ribs, however hard you try. Please stop it.

So I have now curled onto the sofa in a cloud of self-pity. I think I broke my back and may go on protest from any further housework!!


Anyway, I had a midwife appointment yesterday, and things are looking perfect. After two bleeds this fortnight baby is fine and growing and happy, hasn't settled into a position yet but she says our little gymnast has lots of time to stop somersaulting and decide where s/he wants to settle down. The only thing that bothers me was a small comment my midwife made...

midwife: So you're about 34 weeks? (As she measures my tummy)

me: No, 30 weeks. (With a slight frown)

midwife: (Starts measurement again) Okay, well it's not a problem... but you're measuring 32.5 weeks.

me: ......

I knew you were a tubster, Baby Bear!! Please take pity and come out a reasonable size and weight?

Eagerly awaiting our tubby Bear
xx

30 Weeks

Yes, I know it's late to start writing my pregnancy journal, but better late than never!! It's hard to believe I only have 10 weeks to go, I really feel like this pregnancy is starting to get somewhere now.

I had my last day at work yesterday, this is it now. I've been counting down to this day for a couple of months, and it's quite scary to think that the next thing I'll be counting down to is my due date!! So my first day of maternity leave has been... pretty unproductive!! I have all these plans but my body doesn't seem to care that I want a lot of things done before baby arrives.
It started well at least, I managed to sleep for eight hours, only waking up twice to pee, which is an absolute godsend and hasn't happened in... months. I don't even remember the last time I had a decent night's sleep. Then I got up with Daddy Bear, had breakfast whilst he complained that I'd kept him up all night fidgeting and snoring (ha!) and sent him off to work.

Things I actually managed to do today
1. clean my kitchen (Daddy Bear is a freak and hates the smell of bleach so I have to do it when he's out)
2. wash kitchen floor (still forgot to buy a mop, was done on hands and knees)

and then I went all dizzy and horrible because I hadn't eaten and had to make lunch and lie on the sofa. So other than a small pile of ironing and a load of washing, that was as exciting as my day got today, don't pretend you aren't jealous.

BUT, my New Year's Resolution was to eat better in the evenings, as I can get slack and lazy, and Tesco's Italian microwave meals become my best friend, and so far have managed it pretty well.

Tonight, we have cottage pie. Not exciting, but homemade from scratch as everything i have eaten for dinner in the past week has been - and I'm very proud (despite sitting here eating a packet of salt and vinegar Walkers...)

Daddy Bear is napping, but Baby bear seems excited at the prospect of food at least, showing me by sticking a pair of tiny feet out my right side and a bum up under my ribs.

I'm going to waft the smell of cooking meat towards Daddy Bear and see if he rouses
Hopefully tomorrow is a little more exciting!!

Eagerly awaiting the arrival of Baby Bear
xxx