Hello all!!

It’s been awhile since I blogged or anything (across all my sites)…apparently the need to sleep like a baby do not go away!!Ugh! Thanks so much for all your congratulations….I was overly optimistic when I said that the worst is behind me now. Apparently not and it sucks. Well the sickness IS actually behind me now, but I am still sleepy ALL THE TIME which is really messing with me.

Things that no one tells you about re the ‘Joys of Pregnancy’:
The Bads
You sleep, and you sleep and you sleep….and yet its never enough.
You eat, and eat and eat…..and then you feel sick from eating too much.
I can spend all day sleeping, eating, going to the toilet and then repeat. So much for weekends.
Sleep at night is interrupted about 4 times because the baby’s sat on your bladder. Ugh.
I am a walking burping and farting machine. Gross. That is if I can walk at all.
Your changing figure is all well and fine , but it’s so hard to get off the sofa or the bed!! Or even out of the car!
Your belly button shrinks. Ugh. Mine’s not popped out yet, but it’s been threatening to do so.
How can someone so small need so many things bought even before they’re born?

The Goods
The kicks. OMG the kicks. They are ever so wonderful, even if it’s a roundhouse kick to your ribs. I love it and would lay in bed for hours just prodding and feeling the baby kick against me.
The sounds. I got a doppler listening device during my first trimester, and hunting for the baby’s heartbeat and hearing it go is just amazing. We tried it once when it was having a hiccuping session….the on-time gurgling was hilarious
I like having a reason to be fat. No one can say anything about me having double portions of dessert.
Touch wood – no stretchmarks as of yet. Hopefully lathering myself up twice a day since month 2 is going to help.
Cleaning. I have always been a slacker with cleaning the house and it’s usually left in a state of messiness. I am now thoroughly OBSESSED with getting it tidied up and cleaned in preparation for the baby. Poor bacon – as I can’t really move much at the moment, he’s the slave whilst I’m the slave-driver.

I’m well into my 3rd trimester now…and getting fatter by the day if it’s possible. Baby’s due on 9th Jan…which means I’ve got around 8 weeks. GULP. 8 WEEKS. I am terrified. Okay, so this was planned for (not an accident!), but still I can never imagine myself being responsible for someone else….let alone carrying it for 9 months. I’m just trying to enjoy it one day at a time at the moment as we honestly don’t know if there is going to be a no.2….just in case we don’t, then I want to remember this time of my life as I sit back and create a human being.

And also for you that don’t know – we’re having a boy .

PS: Do you like my photo? Heh….self-snapped!

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