Now take a deep breath

Teddy disappears as soon as we're through the doctor's door. I keep half an eye on his white-blonde head, bobbing around the pharmacy shelves, while I sign the form and pick up my latest flavour of tablets (this week: iron! For extra energy and black poo!). They'll go on the shelf with the daily aspirin, … Continue reading Now take a deep breath

Here Comes The Big Third

Here we go then, little love: the third trimester. The final stretch. I do wish it weren’t my beachball face doing so much of the stretching. It’s almost impossible now to take a selfie where my extra chins aren’t hogging the attention. But I am trying hard to let the weight irritation go, this time … Continue reading Here Comes The Big Third

October, you beauty

Hello. Here I am, which is unusual enough, because whenever I have a spare hour and have to decide between Lying Still or Anything Else, the Lying Still tends to win. It's frustrating having to slow down, especially now the sickness has gone (whee!). I like to get on. I keep having to remember not … Continue reading October, you beauty

Take three

I cried when I saw the little cross on the pregnancy test. I always do cry, because all those things you've signed up for nebulously, ambiguously, in your head, are now out of your head and busy turning into a blastocyst in your actual body. Suddenly they're all definitely going to happen. Doesn't matter how much … Continue reading Take three

You can’t have one without the other

Hello world! I'm back in the land of the living after a six-day sick bug, and will be embracing this week with a kiss on the mouth. Six days! I feel like Captain [in] America, waking up after a long sleep with frosticles in my hair. Only in my case they were greasicles. My happiest … Continue reading You can’t have one without the other

Arrivals

'Just so you know', I texted Timothy on Sunday afternoon, 'I am definitely baking a cake in swimming hotpants right now. I am a vision.' Sunday was a good day. But not an especially good day to be thirty-seven weeks pregnant. It was hot, and bright, and busy. After three hours of church and an … Continue reading Arrivals

Things that made thirty-seven weeks alright

A long skinny foot poking out of my side. I can feel the shape of it, toes and all. I've bought socks for that foot; he just doesn't need them yet. A fluffy little peanut head poking out of his duvet. I lean over, push the scrappy hair off his forehead and say the mantra … Continue reading Things that made thirty-seven weeks alright

No, THIS is what every pregnant lady needs

...A friend who can lend your husband an Empathy Belly for the weekend, so he can begin to understand what you're whining about. Our last loan from her collection was a set of model uteruses, and that was brilliant, too. A worthy adornment for any mantelpiece. I was sad we couldn't keep them. The Belly … Continue reading No, THIS is what every pregnant lady needs

Pregnancy crib-notes: what you’ll actually need in your hospital bag, and why

ATTENTION: this post is pregnancy-specific. In the sort of way that you probably won't want to read it if you've never thought much about the details of getting a baby out (let's face it: who would want to if they didn't have to?). Shall we talk about Beckett tomorrow? Ok, promise.  Yesterday Sarah and I … Continue reading Pregnancy crib-notes: what you’ll actually need in your hospital bag, and why

What do you wish you’d known about two?

It might be the giant angry beach ball on my front talking, but - man, 34 weeks feels rough this time. Urgh, the heaviness of it. And the achy unhinging of my pelvic bones whenever I have to rush around, which - given the existence of Master Dangermouse over here - happens far too many … Continue reading What do you wish you’d known about two?