As I approach the last few weeks of being pregnant for the last time, I’m now at the point where I’m not enjoying it anymore and want the baby out!
I know that parents of premature and angel babies would give anything to reach almost 37 weeks, and I’m so grateful that my body has managed to grow and keep Ben safe until this point, where he would be fine if he was born. However, that doesn’t stop me feeling fed up and wanting him here now.
I miss having a semi-decent night sleep. I am waking up three or four times a night for a wee (infuriating when you have a downstairs bathroom!)
I miss being able to turn over at night without the bones in my pelvis feeling like they are grinding together.
I miss being able to sleep on my front.
I miss being able to get out of bed properly – at the moment I am like a beached whale having to roll off the bed!
I miss being able to put shoes on – I can’t wear anything with laces or buckles because I can’t do them up.
I miss being able to wear clothes other than leggings.
I miss being able to paint and cut my own toenails.
I miss not having to think about what I eat in case it gives me heartburn.
I miss being able to go out without a supply of Rennies.
I miss not having a constant ache in my back and hips.
I miss being able to have a glass of wine.
I miss being able to get out of a chair easily.
I miss being able to do things without it making me gag or throw up.
I miss being able to hug Graham – we have to stand a foot apart now!
I miss being able to cough and sneeze without worrying about whether my pelvic floor is going to hold out!
I miss being able to get down on the floor to play with the kids.
Being pregnant is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but I’m missing having my body to myself now!! However, I know that in a few weeks time, I’ll be feeling the opposite of this – I’ll have our beautiful little boy but will be missing being pregnant, especially as I know this is the last time. So, whilst moaning about how fed up I am, I’m trying to focus on the things that I know I will miss.
I will miss my bump.
I will miss the excitement and anticipation.
I will miss the kicks and the movements.
I will miss knowing that I am growing a baby.
I will miss those moments when I realise that inside me is a baby!
How did you feel in those last few weeks?