Somebody asked me yesterday how far gone I was and I was quite shocked when I realised that I was 30 weeks tomorrow. How crazy is that?! I’m thirty weeks out of 40. There’s only ten more weeks to go!!!!
I feel a bit relieved if I’m honest. It’s a little naive of me really but I feel more positive that if I go into premature labour things will be ok. P1 arrived in just three weeks time technically. I’m really hoping I don’t go overdue but there’s this little niggly feeling that I know I will. It’ll mean I’ve experienced every type of length of pregnancy; premature, term and overdue.
We haven’t got a full length mirror in our house and with my height I can’t even see our over the sink mirror so I normally make do with one of those round portable ones. Yesterday, I was wearing a tightly fitted dress and caught a glimpse of myself in the public toilet full length mirror. I never realised just how big I actually am until that point. I’ve been feeling quite small but in reality I’m ginormous!!
My hospital bag has been sorted and folded. I’ve still got to add a few bits; my pjs/nightie, a vest for baby, phone charger, snacks, nappies for baby and wipes. Oh and hair bands. But I’m pleased that I’ve at least folded the stuff that’s inside it already.
I’m still napping during most days but in general am feeling more awake. I’m starting to get quite nervous about the fast approaching birth now and becoming a family of 5!!