23 Weeks: “You’ll get a second wind.”

I am nothing less than grumpy. 

This constant headache is getting me down and I am sick of having to bend over to do up my jeans. My skin is dry no matter how much time I spend moisturising, and my hair is ridiculously thick but still coming out in handfuls. When I sit down for a long while my tummy makes the top of my legs all hot and I have to stand up…that’s if I haven’t already got up for yet another wee. When I lie on my back my tummy squashes me, but I am too tired to stay up past eight pm. My shoes leave indentations on my feet and you can’t get dancewear in maternity sizes. My hips feel like they might just slip out of their sockets and my fingers have got too chubby for my wedding ring. If I stand for too long my tummy feels like it might just fall off.  If a doctor saw me trying to find something to wear each morning they would probably offer counselling.

 I have no desire to do anything more athletic than putting my own socks on. I spend half of the day feeling absolutely starving and the other half feeling absolutely sick. People keep trying to give me unwelcome advice: “Take this vitamin/lie on your side/eat sardines/go for walks/try yoga/wear a sports bra/don’t wash your hair/put Vaseline on it/put your feet up/sleep more/sleep less”. I want to respond with “stop speaking to me, you ridiculous person”, but I can’t because that would be rude and socially unacceptable. I seem to have got pregnant at the same time as the most flawless celebrities who don’t seem to be having and trouble tripping about in their high heels with their hair all blow-dried. I am too tired after washing my hair to even lift my hairdryer. I am not even going to address the high heels. How did Victoria Beckham manage this four times?

 It is safe to say that I am getting pretty tired of this now, and I’m not even that big yet. I really, really can’t wait to have my body back. Last night I slept a good ten hours, had a bath this morning and then could jolly well have slept another ten hours. I am truly exhausted. My eyelashes ache (how can eyelashes ache?). I turned to Facebook this morning to vent. A friend replied to my post: “It does (get easier)! You’ll get a second wind!” I hope she is right.

 I cannot wait for my second wind. I wish I could fast-forward to my second wind. Here’s to my second wind. Please hurry up second wind. I hope that my second wind makes me want to blow dry my hair and wear high heels.

 

I am holding out for my second wind.

 

 

Twenty-One Weeks – Its a Girl!

She is a girl! I knew she was a girl all along! 

It’s a good job really; Oliver and I have been bickering relentlessly, unable to settle on boys’ names. I have always loved George for a name, based on it being unusual and traditional. I have also always loved Kate Middleton, but fallen out with her for the name of her baby Prince. Hundreds of baby Georges are sure to follow. So that was George written off. I also liked Charlie. But ‘Hello my name is Charlie Leaver-Smith’ is hard work for even the most well spoken child. We definitely need to avoid the double ‘L’ sound. Max was another possibility, but seemingly impossible to find a middle name to match both that and the surname. Who knew this would be so hard?

None of that matters now anyway because she is a girl!! The midwife who scanned me was called Neil. He showed us all the important parts on the screen, confirmed that baby had two of everything she needed two of, and ten of everything she needed ten of. His exact words regarding the gender were “there is nothing obvious between the legs” (so she will be sorry if she does turn out a boy). We pressed for a more definitive answer and he concluded that he was “85% sure it’s a girl”. He printed us a photo, which showed a perfect side profile of her face. The progression from the first scan photo is massive; she has grown loads and looks a little bit squashed as a result Neil assured us she has plenty of room), and is now looking like a person, with distinctive facial features. I am sure that based on the picture I would recognise her if she was mixed up with other babies-even without seeing her for real.

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From the scan photo we have decided that she definitely suits the name Poppy. We talked about Poppy from the beginning, and so it really feels that it wouldn’t be right to call her anything else. I have always loved the name Scarlett for a girl, but she just looks like a Poppy. We are keeping both names in mind for now, and decided to name her officially when we get to see her on her Birthday. If she comes out looking all haughty and posh then Scarlett will be her name, all cute and upturned-nosey like her scan photo and it will be Poppy. For a middle name we like Rose.

We have finally chosen to go for the Cosatto Giggle model of pram and car seat. The car seat has arrived and is gorgeous. We were very sensible and waited until we knew the sex of baby to choose the pattern. Now we know she is a little girl we ordered our favourite design, called ‘Golightly’.  It is navy and white nautical stripes with a huge red bow to decorate.

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Twenty-One is a winning number. I only have nineteen weeks left and am officially over ‘the hump’. I want to eat all the time but can only manage small amounts. I also want nothing more than to stay in bed all day. I have been sleeping most nights for 8-9 hours, and then napping in the car whilst Oliver drives me to work only 90 mins later! Time is ticking on, and I only have three weeks left to get my maternity leave booked in with work. My work is not physically demanding and so I intend to stay at work as long as I can. The latest I could possibly start my leave would be 12th July. This means I only have only about 80 working days left!

 The shopping is progressing nicely: we have the car seat all ready to be fitted. Oliver’s Mum and Dad said that they would buy us the baby bouncy seat, I have ordered the baby carrier harness thing, and we have had the crib a few weeks now. Poppy’s/Scarlett’s wardrobe is getting very well stocked; people have been so kind and keep buying me little tiny outfits that they “just couldn’t resist”.

 

Shopping List

Crib basket and stand

Blankets for Crib

Baby Bath and bath stand

Bottles and dummies

Steriliser Unit

Pram

Car Seat

Baby carrier harness thingy

Changing mat

Changing Table

Cot and bedding

Bouncer seat

Changing Bag

Baby monitors

Bedroom Lamp

High Chair

Play mat