Sheer and utter disbelief (4 weeks pregnant)
On April 29, I wrote a post about wanting to be a baby bore and how much I longed for a second child. Little did I know that that was the very day that Mother Nature decided to wave her wand and start working her magic. Coincidence? Fate? All I know, is that right now, I’m happily four weeks pregnant.
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Can you ever get enough sleep (7 weeks pregnant)
Oh wow, the past three weeks have been a nightmare of tiredness and nausea. No amount of sleep or ginger ale seem able to relieve either. I found the first three months of my last pregnancy extremely hard-going, much tougher than the following six months, and it seems that this one is set to be the same. I can’t get my brain or body going and am counting down the days until the rock-star feeling of the second trimester. Please let me have that rock-star feeling again! Minus the cankles and the massive boobs would be nice though.
Will the sickness ever stop (9 weeks pregnant)
Being pregnant is a joy. Being pregnant means evenings filled with discussions about future hopes and dreams. Being pregnant is just what I wanted to be. But please, please, please let this sickness stop soon. I feel it encircling me from the moment I wake up until the moment I go to bed. It makes it so hard to eat but eating is the only thing that eases it. It’s a curious mix of being thankful that the hormones are rushing through my body doing their amazing job but also wanting the nausea to subside so I can start to eat properly again and fill my body with all the healthy nutrients that my baby needs.
A big, life-changing decision (13 weeks pregnant)
A little under 14 weeks pregnant and I’ve already faced a massive decision. To work or not to work? After spending months debating whether to work an extra day, I’ve had to decide whether to actually work at all.
A blue bump for a … (17 weeks pregnant)
A blue bump for a boy? Actually we still don’t know. We found out that CK was a boy around this time during my first pregnancy. In fact, there was no mistaking it. My husband spotted ‘it’ before the doctor even told us. But this week’s scan gave us no conclusive evidence. I’m either having a girl or a little boy who’s adept at hiding things.
I’ve got mail (18 weeks pregnant)
Yesterday, something very exciting was dropped in to my mailbox. A little early perhaps, but I received the welcome pack from the hospital I’m going to have my baby in.
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Maternity fashion (19 weeks pregnant)
At 19 weeks pregnant, my bump has well and truly taken over . I’m struggling to get close to my desk at work and I’ve basically given up on being able to do up any of my normal clothes. I am with child and have nowhere to hide!
What’s up, tubs? (21 weeks pregnant)
Tubs, tubby, even fatty, are names which my husband now affectionately calls me. That and repeatedly joking about how Victoria Beckham was back in her skinny jeans within two weeks of giving birth are endearing him to me greatly. It’s a good job I have a sense of humour and thick skin (thick, not fat). But yes, ladies and gentleman, I cannot deny it, my belly now sticks out further than my boobs.
It’s a boy (23 weeks pregnant)
Yes, after convincing myself (preparing myself, to be honest) that we were having a girl, the truth became clear right in front of us on a 4D scan last Friday. Tis another lively, little boy. A couple of months worth of discussions on girls’ names wasted (we’d decided on Elizabeth).
Oh the glamour! (25 weeks pregnant)
I’m just coming up to the 25 weeks mark and boy oh boy am I pregnant and don’t I know it! The cute little bump seems to have turned huge over night and morning sickness and tiredness aside, my easy ride has got a whole lot tougher all of a sudden. I’ve been wondering why everything is so much harder going this time around but I then remembered that with my first pregnancy, I had the luxury of working just three days a week and no toddler to run round after. Pretty much a dream situation!
And so the countdown begins (30 weeks pregnant)
Tick tock, tick tock. So far the passing of time during this pregnancy has gone reasonably slowly. The first twelve weeks, painfully slow, but thereafter, pretty normally. Until yesterday.
A waddle and a sigh (32 weeks pregnant)
At 32 and a half weeks pregnant with just under six weeks to go, the hugeness has finally taken its toll on my body. Sitting is exhausting, standing is exhausting and walking for a mere few minutes brings on the most unladylike sweats. Big Bump has completely taken over, stealing lung capacity so I pant rather than breathe. Dirty phone calls? Without even trying!
A very big boy indeed (35 and a half weeks pregnant)
I’m writing this snuggled under a blanket on the sofa and feeling rather sorry for myself. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so tired. Sleep has deserted me for a few nights now. Not only is it extremely difficult to find a comfortable position but I’ve caught a dreadful cold from my son and thus have ear ache, a sore throat and a blocked nose. I am not a pretty picture.
Taking stock – a pregnant mum’s to do list
Between now and the birth of my second child, I seem to have quite a lot to do. Ruling out the remainder of this month (it’s simply too hot to do very much at all) and the beginning of January (when I’ll simply be too big to accomplish anything worthwhile) that leaves me with a mere four months – September, October, November, December – to get everything done. Yikes! Where do I begin?
Taking stock – a pregnant mum’s to do list part II
Back in August, I wrote about all the things that I hoped to accomplish before the arrival of Big Bump. So how are things going? And what still needs to be done?
Preparing for a c-section
In reality, this title should be Preparing for a c-section … in Switzerland … as an expat. These three elements combined turn a relatively routine operation in to something that needs an unbelievable amount of advanced preparation and a whole lot of planning.
Surviving (and enjoying Christmas) when pregnant
Christmas is the one time when massive over-indulgence is not only acceptable, it’s almost expected. Parties, dressing-up, champagne, food, chocolate, more champagne, gifts, wine, puddings … a Christmas weekend isn’t complete without them. Unless you’re pregnant, that is.
Packing but I think I need a trunk
Now that Christmas is almost over, it’s well and truly hit home that in under two weeks I’ll be waving goodbye to Paul and CK for a few days and heading to the hospital to say hello to Big Bump. And despite having everything else in my life planned with almost military precision, my hospital bag is not one of them. Preparing and packing for a week’s stay has almost been too much for my brain and body to cope with but I can’t put it off for much longer or I’ll find myself rushing out of the door with merely a quickly snatched single pair of knickers and some dry shampoo stuffed in my handbag. Not ideal, really.
OMG, I’m having a baby!
As I’ve been blogging pretty much non-stop about if for the past few months, you’d think I’d have everything under control and be completely at ease with the situation by now, but OMG, I’M HAVING A BABY!
My antenatal and postnatal care in Switzerland
Having just been through my second and final (well, as final as you can be about these things) pregnancy, I’ve been reflecting on the care that I’ve received living in Switzerland. I have no other country to compare it to firsthand but in summary, it’s been absolutely brilliant.