Tuesday, March 17, 2009
The Wriggling Thinglette
22 and a half week tummy
I have avoided talking about my pregnancy on this blog because I assumed it would bore the pants off everyone. And possibly I'm right but some people have been asking me for pictures and info and details so I shall break the silence.
Also terrified and wide-eyed and dry-mouthed but mostly just plain excited. I keep thinking my tummy can't possibly get any bigger but of course it can and will. I'm only just past half way. I am going to DOUBLE in size in fact! I sometimes forget that I have a large sack of potato peels attached to my front and try to squeeze into spaces I'd normally have no trouble with and then get stuck.
I'm loving having an uncomplicated wardrobe where only 4 things fit me. Today that is. Most days I get cross that I've got nothing to wear. But it DOES mean I can go shopping. Which I like. I'm also finding trying on little tops from my wardrobe really hilarious. Wait I'm going to go and take a picture so you can see what I mean.....
Somebody came up to me the other day and said "How are you feeling? How long do you have to go?" And I so very nearly kept a straight face and said "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about." But chickened out at the last minute!
Anyway, went to Nairobi a few weeks ago for scans and check ups and all is well. People kept saying beforehand, "oh the scan is great, you get to see the baby for the first time, it's so exciting, so overwhelming, you're going to cry. It's so emotional. Tweet tweet" In actual fact it was quite the opposite. We were rushed and had to cram in so many other unexpected check ups before we drove back the next day. So we're sitting in the waiting room - first come first serve (with all sorts of people with broken legs and arms and collar bones waiting to see the x-ray people. All looking rather in pain) and I mention to Husband how awful it would be if they found a defect and what hard decisions we'd have to make. Husband went green and stayed that way throughout the scan. We were called in eventually and the scan guy (scanographer? ultrasounder?) was obviously really busy and harassed. He was very thorough though and thats the main thing. It was almost like "okay - two arms - check. Two legs - check. Head - check. Heartbeat, yip. Intestines and stomach and all insides inside - check. Fingers, toes - check" You get the idea. Bam, bam, bam, yip, off you go. "Baby bigger than normal but that's good. You don't want to know the sex? okay, fine. All's well. NEXT!"
Oh and it WRIGGLES! At first it felt like popcorn popping in my tummy but now its all out kicking and tumbling. And when I need a wee it kicks my bladder which I think is a bit rude and inconsiderate, don't you? I'm told that'll get worse too and soon it will be like Animal playing the drums in there.
Anyway, bla bla. There you have it. Baby blog over.