If you’ve read between the lines over the past couple of weeks, you may have sensed that SOMETHING was slightly awry around these parts. And you’d be right. I’ve been spending the past 12.5 weeks growing a teeny, tiny baby in my belly. A teeny, tiny baby that’s been making me feel like I’m on the verge of chucking my guts up for most of the daylight hours, hence the lack of blogging action! While the little mite has been putting me through the ringer, my husband and I (and Ollie, if we could communicate his feelings on the matter) are absolutely over the moon to be adding to our brood.
Although it doesn’t seem that long ago that I was pregnant with Ollie (almost 2 years), there’s a WHOLE bunch of stuff that I either forgot or mentally blocked out. Highlights include:
– You will suddenly have the skin of a 14 year old going through puberty
– You cannot do much, if anything, about aforementioned skin issues, apart from deride your hormones at every turn.
– You will eat things you haven’t eaten in many months. Welcome back to my world Calipo iceblocks and Pringles Sour Cream and Chive, you are delicious.
– Bra’s or singlets with inbuilt support will become necessary to cushion the painful blows caused merely by walking. Maybe it’s just me but I seriously cannot remember ever having sorer chesticles.
– 7.30pm will once again become a highly desirable and completely acceptable bedtime.
– Your stomach will reach a point where you can’t decide whether you look pregnant or just like you’ve eaten one too many tubes of Pringles. I call this the ‘chubby or pregnant’ phase and it seems to have occurred far earlier this time around.
– The parts of your skin not throwing a pimple party will burn far more easily in the sun. As a pale skinned lady who is already sun sensitive, this is quite a feat.
– you will see your baby for the first time and immediately decide to have 1 million others as it’s just so freaking awesome!
A pregnancy, it truly is a miraculous time!