There are now less than eight weeks left before we meet new Baby Sullivan. Wow! That doesn’t seem like long at all!
I don’t know if later pregnancies seem to fly by quicker than earlier ones simply because I am busier with the growing family or if time just goes by quicker the older you become.
Not that I’m old.
I still haven’t received the results of my blood test from a couple of weeks ago so I have no idea how my HB levels are doing. Rather than being completely wiped out I have been suffering from insomnia instead for the last week or so. I have no idea why. Most probably just because I have a jagillion and one things I’m thinking about and I’m losing the ability to switch off.
Also, night times are beginning to get more uncomfortable. My hips in particular are becoming very achy, waking me up when I do finally doze off, willing me to move and change position to stop them from locking up. It’s time to dig out the maternity pillow again so it can take some of the load. And a mighty load it is too. I have no idea how much weight I have put on this time but I know I’m going to have my work cut out shifting it. Damn that ice-cream.
Anyway, less than eight weeks left. I still think I’m carrying a boy. I’m quite certain of it, actually. But names! We still haven’t decided on names, I don’t think. We’ve talked about them and thrown some around but I don’t think we’ve decided on any. If we have I’ve forgotten. That never happens with a first child and surely I’m not supposed to admit it. I have no excuse. Oh, my dear twelfth child… if you ever read this, please don’t think badly of Mummy!
Hmm, I think I’d better end this post and check with Mike. Do we have baby names lined up or not?