Here I am at nearly 37 weeks. Nice and rotund.

Sick of Sharing

Wow, this is my first ever blog. All very exciting - set up for us by the fantastic and ever organised Peta. Needless to say, even though this is OUR blog (Matt's and mine), Matt thinks writing anything is inherently nerdy and you wont be hearing from him.

This month has been incredibly long. I have finished work, put my feet up and then recently decided that my feet are very bored. I know that before the spawning of one's children it is both traditional and smart to relax. People think it is funny to tell me that I 'better enjoy this rest now' because I 'wont be getting another one for 12 years'. Am trying to remember all the really annoying things that people have been saying to me through this period of body sharing, and trying to remember never to say them to anyone else.

Also sick of being pregnant. It's been lovely, but I'm really over it now. I am puffy, carpal tunnely, tired, I snore constantly (sometimes even when I'm awake - but more on that later), my hips are a little painy, I can't eat as much as I want to, and just want Dongle out. Today would be fine, then when I do sleep, at least it will be silently and on my tummy. Not to say that Matt and I aren't VERY excited to be coming into parenthood, and really excited about seeing our son, it's just that we are very happy for it to be now and not very much later (oh please, please).

And this snoring thing. It's true - my membranes are all swollen up and if I relax too much I'll have a little snort when I'm fully awake. It's all glamour here in pregnancy land. Don't let anyone tell you any differently.

Wales

26 Weeks