34+6

I am officially a sausage.

I woke up on Friday, had my a lovely shower, got dressed and sat in front of my mirror to dry my hair. That was when I noticed my hands and feet had blown up like balloons and I looked ridiculous. Hoping it was the heat of the shower I got up and carried on with my day, went into town to do some shopping - finally ordered the Cocoon for my pram and bought a new mattress for my Moses basket. Not to mention some sleepsuits, vests, bedding for moses basket, blankets etc. Met Daddy Bear in the restaurant where he works, and he agreed that I was looking a bit sausage-y, and he would take me home. It was almost the end of his shift, I should wait for him. He didn't mention that because he was Mr Boss Man he still had to cash up and unpack the delivery and various other things, but that's neither here nor there.

In the end I phoned the Maternity Unit - the swelling in my feet was getting worse, not better. The midwife was quite happy for me to stay home as long as I didn't have a headache or visual disturbances, which I didn't, but to still go in the next morning for a blood pressure check.

So off I waddled the next morning, still looking like a sausage, to a lovely midwife who checked my blood pressure (higher than mine usually is but still fine) and my urine (clear) measuring my belly (35cm at 34+4) and listened to Baby Bear, who was still head down and engaged nicely in my pelvis. Happy neither me or baby were in any danger, she let me go home.

My hands aren't looking so sausage-y anymore, but my feet are. I have no creases in my fat little toes - and refuse to accept that this is part and parcel of late pregnancy. None of my shoes fit!

So, Baby Bear, as soon as you are healthy and ready to come out, please save me from my sausage-ness and come meet us...

Eagerly awaiting our little Baby Bear
xxx