The cold is slowly abating, very slowly. Must add Lemsip to the list of things I miss. Poor Eddie is the one I feel sorry for having to live with a Titanic-esque lump who’s constantly snivelling/getting up/turning over and generally being as unsettled as a gargantuan, gestational female can get. Will try further hibernation today and hope to feel better in time for tonight’s team Christmas dinner at The Bunk as would hate to miss that.
The baby was doing all sorts yesterday, bouncing around all day (it clearly knows I’m feeling sick). Felt my first Braxton Hicks in the night too, I’ve never been quite sure whether I’ve had them or not, but Helen from the NCT described it as your whole tum going rock solid, and that’s exactly what happened. All good signs that my small bod is getting ready to expel its cargo.
Have a midwife’s appointment later on this afternoon which I’m looking forward to. Will be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat which is my favourite thing, and also find out more about how it’s getting on, but perhaps more importantly, if it hasn’t come by Christmas, think about what we do next…
William's First Year 