We have now begun week 25 of this pregnancy and all is going well with nothing much to report.
Until now I have been feeling fairly comfortable but towards the end of this week I have started feeling a little big bigger than I have been. We have just had the two hottest days of the year here and so I’ve felt heavier and more uncomfortable. Night times have been a little more difficult to deal with, having more bouts of heartburn and waking up with numb hips.
I’m resigning myself to the fact that the easiest, most pleasurable part of pregnancy is ending and we’re coming up to the more difficult, less enjoyable part. It’s a lot like re-decorating, really. I start off all enthusiastic when I’m picking out colour schemes and furniture and fabrics and I go into it whole-heartedly and enthusiastically, painstakingly stripping walls and sanding woodwork… until I get halfway through and think, ‘I have had enough of this now. I just want to fast forward to the end where it’s all done and I can sit and look at something lovely’. And so that’s how pregnancy is for me. I get to the third trimester and think, “I’ve had enough now! I’m huge and cumbersome and can’t get comfortable and I’m ready for it to be all over’.
The problem in both cases is that you really don’t want to finish the job too early. The results are far better all round if you take your time, work through the discomfort and pain (and boredom) and keep plugging until the end.
Tomorrow I meet with my consultant where we will be arranging the date that my caesarean section will be performed. It is strange to think that we will be knowing our new baby’s birthday so soon. We have never known a birth date this early on but at least it will give us a real countdown to work to.
It will be a November baby, that much we do know. We don’t have a November baby yet so the children are pleased we can cross the month off the list. They like to work through the year letting Mum and Dad know which months we still need to have babies in. Harry goes so far as to let us know the month we need to become pregnant in, in order to make it happen. So much for the misconception that children in large families hate their parents having more children!