This blog comes with the following caveat. Of course I'm delighted to be pregnant. Previous miscarriages and early bleeding this time round make me all too aware that I am lucky, very lucky. That being said...
I was asked today if I noticed any difference between the last time I was pregnant and this time. I thought for a milisecond and then replied 'I'm much more bored of it all this time round.' First time mams (me included) get obsessed with the minutiae of every step of the ever growing bump, where as this time round I am basically too busy with a son, husband, dog, house, job blahblahblah. The things I do notice irritate the fuck out of me. Not being able to put your own socks on without a full on contortionist routine. Swigging Gaviscon in a similar fashion to your local drunk in the park with his bottle of cider. NEVER being comfortable sitting down. And now thanks to my good twitter friend Kimberly, I have something called wizard sleeve* to worry about post birth.
I read in my other half's What to Expect When You're Expecting that boredom of being pregnant is a recognised thing. It must be similar to the seven (or maybe five I can never remember) stages of grieving. In pregnancy it would go something like this:
- Shock
- Re test. More shock
- Sickness, nausea and a bit more shock
- Bump appears, oh fuck this is actually happening, excitement
- Bump gets bigger, feel baby move, excitement
- Bump refuses to stop growing, movement restricted in a variety of ways, boredom
- Boredom sets in for the long haul
- Excrutiating pain
- Baby
Right, I'm off to do some pelvic floor exercises (I'm squeezing as I type)
* Horrible saggy fanny
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