Am really missing my sleep big time this week At the moment it’s totally impossible and the only way to make up all those missing hours is to have a huge lie-in in the morning and another catnap at around three in the afternoon. I know it seems really lazy but it's the only way I can get through the day.
I don’t know if it’s down to the lack of sleep, but I’ve also been feeling really grouchy and have been stomping around the house like a baby elephant with PMT. I’m sick of being huge, being achy and not being able to eat what I want, or sleep when I want and waiting so long for my baby to arrive. I want to be two separate people – me and the baby – and then I can get my old body back and be myself again instead of one huge lump.
Apart from mum, poor Nick has been onthe receiving end of most of this snarling and feeling sorry for myself. Of course, as I’m a heavily pregnant woman he can’t say much – although he has been out with Mark a few times to escape. He told me he dreams of getting a decent night’s sleep in peace for once, without being interrupted by me burping, taking trips to the toilet and pushing lots of pillows into his back!
To cheer myself up, I booked an appointment at the hairdressers on Saturday – my last visit before the birth. I asked Clare my hairdresser, to give me a good trim, a little shorter than usual so that it would be quick and easy to blow dry, because everyone keeps telling me I'll get no time when the baby arrives.
Clare has two young children herself so she knew exactly what I meant, so I now have a ‘baby-friendly’ cut which is both practical and looks good.
My mum and dad moved last week, so on Saturday we went to visit them and have our first peek at their new house. I was really looking forward to it, but it was strange because I felt nervous at being so far away from home. I don’t know if I was expecting anything to happen, but I just felt uneasy and wanted all my usual things around me.
Their new house is really lovely though (and comes complete with a spare cot!) and I kept picturing us going there when the baby is two or three and he or she running around their back garden. Dad says he’s going to build a climbing frame for when the baby is older, so he and Nick were out in the garden working out where the best place for it would be. When I told Mum I thought they were mad she just laughed and said something about ‘time flying’ and that the baby would be toddling before we knew it! Right now that seems impossible, especially as these last weeks seem to be going so slowly.
P.S. I was woken up last night with some really strong stomach cramps, which worried me a bit. I knew they were only Braxton Hicks contractions but they were quite painful and I keep thinking that if they were only the practise contractions, how bad will the real thing be?