With 5 weeks and 3 days left until our scheduled caesarean section date I am starting to feel the pressure to simply get things ready. Unfortunately, the pressure is not such that I am actually doing anything about it. Actually, that isn’t strictly true. I just seem to be so busy or am tired from having been busy. Mike has been very busy with work which is a great thing but means that he’s been away for 12 hours a day at least. With mornings starting before 5am and two days last week spent painting and decorating Stephanie’s place I was completely worn out yesterday.
Mike will hopefully begin building the triple bunk bed next week and I will have to do a big re-organisation of the drawers to free a couple up for the new baby. I suppose that at some stage or other I will need to get my hospital bag together.
I’m a little disappointed with the hospital as they have refused to allow the crew (all two of them) to film the birth of Baby 12. I am hoping that they can still be persuaded otherwise as it really is such a moment to treasure anyway, and to capture it on film – well – it’s so precious!
Pregnancy-wise I am feeling fine. In fact, it seems that I am tempting fate by keep saying how well this pregnancy has passed by. Maybe I’m getting the hang of this pregnancy lark now?!
Joseph, who at 2 years and 1 month has only just begun to speak, has stated that the baby is a girl, an opinion shared only by Oliver. I still think that baby is a boy and an active one at that! It seems that baby is still lying back-to-back, producing tiny little lumps and bumps across the front of my belly that you can clearly make the dips and curves out on. Evenings are the most active time it seems – for baby, that is. Active times for me seem to be something of a distant memory.