Week by Week
...Much like Him upstairs, nobody knows how the Stuff got there or why, but it’s reassuring to have, and talk to in times of need..
I’ve been noticing stitches a lot this week, from doing absolutely nothing. Like sleeping. I will wake up (for a pee) with a stitch as though I’ve been running...
Does it hurt when you stand?” He asked. -Yes. “Does it hurt when you walk around?” -Yes. “Does it hurt when you sit down?” -No. “So,” said my friendly physio, “What do you think you should be doing more of?”
Week 18 & 19
All The Things I Have Been - A Poem.
I was feeling a little down and out this week... Lots of photos and memories.
Some of the turtles big and leathery, wrinkly and slow with eyes as old as the world, and some younger, smaller with shells like tie-dye paintings...
I’m lying with my hands up, pillowed behind my head, and Spud is doing the exact same- two hands up, behind his ginormous head...
Early on, I went on an info binge- absorbing everything I could about what could go wrong, and why, and how, and what I can do to prevent it..
Back on the monitor, I could be looking at a picture of the universe- It’s black and speckly and really weird to be looking inside yourself...
For neither the first time nor the last, I severely underestimated Rob. After 3 weeks, I was told the 'hutch' was ready. I couldn't put into words what I saw, so I made a video...
What, though, has all this got to do with my pregnancy this week? Other than having a good long rant about it, I actually wanted to talk about how beautiful I feel to be “fat” and getting fatter...
We’ve lived in a fair few random places in the past three years. To date, and in no particular order, we’ve inhabited three caravans, one sleepout, two station wagons, one hobbit hole and a tipi.
During week 17, we crossed 8 time zones, went from 35 degrees to 13 and officially finished the travelling chapter of our lives.
My body obviously knew; my hormones were screaming at my emotions and my emotions were screaming at Rob and the world in general...
And- it stuck with me, oddly- hearing her wish us that first ‘Congratulations.’...
The Name Game
..Or maybe, I would have this instinctual gut feeling- I’ve been calling him a him since day one, but then I call everything a him; cars, dogs I see in the street, inanimate objects, puddings...
'Like A Queen' By Constance Hall- A Review.
...Over the next few months I read every single article, simultaneously peeing my pants laughing and wishing I had the courage to write like that without getting told off by my mum...
“Oh we can’t do the scan with that arm in the way!” The technician scolded, and jiggled the probe around a bit to try and get him to shift. Spud did a little dance and moved around in his warm cave.
Despite this seemingly perfect set up, week 16 did not get off to a good start. It didn't get have a good middle, either, and the end is looking grim. Bali Belly Strikes Back.
I am naturally a coffin-sleeper; on my back, straight as a corpse, hands crossed over belly, like a vampire but stiller...
We lit the fire every night, watched Modern Family re-runs, supported team GB lackadaisically from the sofa and just enjoyed New Zealand...
I have never had the blessing of being one of those people that throws up when they’re hungover...
Through blurry eyes, I watch his face. Everything’s slow motion. This next second will say it all...