9 weeks

...to go. Am feeling a little mental.

Only 9 weeks!!! I'm not ready. Haven't got cot yet. Haven't ordered the mattress and sheets for the cot. What if baby comes? Can baby sleep in stroller for a few weeks? Oh my god how am I going to cope for another 9 weeks?

On physical side am still struggling with elephant-sized ankles and feet, alongside a charming condition called carpal tunnel syndrome. This makes your hands tingle and freeze up, and be generally too weak to open most things from the fridge. Atleast it matches up with the sciatica which causes similar symptoms in legs.

Strangely, I am no longer hungry all the time. Thankfully (hmm) this decrease in calories has not affected weight-gain.

I am really, honestly, not too bothered by any of this. Have kind of stepped back from it and taken on the role of the observer. Hmm, I think. Interesting! Look at that. How curious. Getting out of bed for the 5th time at night to go to the loo - process takes 10 minutes with the backache, leg-cramps and sore hands - fascinating.

Everyone says this is nature's way of teaching you how to exist on little to no sleep. I think nature has got that backwards - surely it would be better to sleep now and have more energy when baby comes - rather than not having slept for 7 months already..?

Also hubby seems to be spending his entire life in hardware stores or in garden chopping and pruning things whilst I am standing at safe distance pointing and shouting "that one, and that one - kill them ALL!"

Hubby is struggling to live up to my expectations of house and garden suddenly looking perfect, in spite of always having been total disasters before... Apparently this sort of behaviour is called nesting.

As if baby will care one way or another about our lattice...

6 kilo baby?

The very essence of Murphy's Law, I believe, is this:

Decide to put nail-polish on toe-nails, do not put newspaper underneath bottle for first time in entire life, because - after all - have never spilled any before.
Spill.
Try to save floor and get nail-polish all over hands.
Do not fetch newspaper, figure instead there is no way you will spill twice.
Spill again.
Then, after having spent 7 months avoiding chemicals as much as possible - end up with nail-polish and nail-polish remover all over your hands.

So I was doing some pedicure... realised it might be the last time for a while. Oh dear. Had hoped to arrive in hospital, in about 10 weeks time, with beautiful looking feet and newly shaved legs. Unfortunately, each added kilo is making this seem more and more like a far fetched dream... Am only 30 weeks and can barely reach my toes. Pregnancy really is beautiful and unique experience. But there are things they don't tell you about. If they did, there would be fewer babies in the world.

Think most women are not as big as I am, surely. Suspect 6-kilo-baby. That will be a fun day. Luckily I will come prepared with yoga poses, meditation techniques and chants. Oh yes. No epidural here. And no morphine either, though admit would be fun... might be bad for baby though.

Weather cooled down, thanks be to the Universe. But feet still resemble bricks more than feet and ankles have transformed into thighs, and thighs... actually, never mind.

Starting to get some stuff organised. Pictures to come. When done. Which, hopefully, will be in the next few weeks.