baybeasts

I’m feeling alarmed about another 8 weeks worth of growth, but apparently it slows down near the end. I’ve started getting an annoying kind of nesting insomnia. I wake up at 2 or 3 am - usually I need to wee, but sometimes I stubbornly refuse - and then I’m awake! And then the baby is awake too - which is still endlessly fascinating. Two nights ago I lay there for 2 hours obsessed with the idea of buying more glass jars (with good seals) for storing dried fruit. Lordy. I feel slightly mad.

My tummy muscles are separating at the midline, and the tearing feeling is pretty awful. I’ve started taping and binding to support it and that helps, although the binder can make me feel a bit nauseous. One more week of work. The last two weeks have been extremely trying. I keep banging my tummy into bedrails and getting squashed when trying to lean over to do midwifey things. I’m also exhausted in a way I haven’t been before.

S is still not showing much. As she is so much shorter than me, we both thought she’d pop out super early. Her body is starting to change, but the residual muscles from years of bike riding and circus are still holding things in. Bloody muscles. It means I can’t feel B2 move yet! She’s feeling the baby’s strange fluttery wriggles every day now. I can’t wait.