Belly's gonna getcha.
Yep, belly's got me good and proper, it chased me (to Benny Hill music of course!) and finally claimed it's prize!
Thing is, people keep telling me that it's small!!! SMALL? Are they looking at the same mid-section as me? Gah!
dress: Gap maternity from eBay for a fiver!! belt and jacket: Topshop, clogs: Lotta from Stockholm. I seem to do these posts one week behind as I'm actually 36 weeks today, which is super scary because it means that I could go into labour at any point!! At. Any. Point.
I hope it doesn't happen this week because:
our baby is on the small side (not that you could tell), and needs to put on loads more weight. This is good because I like big chunky babies with scrumptious chubby thighs, chances are I won't be saying that when I have to push said chunkster out though!
we have no baby stuff, it's all being delivered next week..and when I say all, I mean ALL....pram, moses basket, cot, car seat, baby bag, steriliser and a vast array of other stuff whose purpose in life is a total mystery to me.
the kitchen is being fitted all week so we are still living off chips, toast and cheese - my body has actually forgotten what vegetables taste like and I'm craving carrots like a ravenous bunny. On reflection, I'm wondering if I'm missing a trick here, surely hospital food would be one step up? They provide vegetables in hospital, right?
I would rather have a September baby than an August baby - I don't know why, apart from the school thing, maybe it's the change of season that makes September such a good month, makes me happy!
Now then, what you're witnessing here is me effectively ensuring that baby Boo does indeed come this week! I shall shut my trap before the people at the law firm of Sod get wind of it!
We have an extra scan on Friday because the baby was in the breech position at the last one. I hope that isn't the case anymore because they offer you this turning thingy....which sounds repulsive and requires the baby to be manipulated round into the head down position via the medium of, well, pushing hard on my belly to force (FORCE!) the baby around and down.
I'm thinking this may not be for me. Although the alternative is to be booked in for a caesarean and I'm not that keen on that idea either!
Right I have to go and survey my manor i.e. go and see what's happening with the kitchen and pester the builders to go faster, I'm not entirely sure that this works but I am a desperate lady right now!
ps. I wore ankle boots for the first time today in ages and I had terrible trouble getting them on and off due to size of belly, might stick to clogs for a bit longer!