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Last night was one of the worst night’s sleep of my life.
#28weeks. I think I felt a contraction. It woke me up at 5 in the morning and I just lay there starving wondering if I should really be eating that early or was I just being an indulgent pregnant woman. It is hard to know. Do I actually need to eat more food, or do I just want to eat chocolate. I have never eaten food in the night before so it felt very strange indeed.
It is hard to know. Do I actually need to eat more food, or do I just want to eat chocolate? I have never eaten food in the night before so it felt very strange indeed. I don’t want to get into the habit of eating at 5 am… Or maybe I should?
Walking around is getting tough. Not impossible, but the belly is starting to hold me back a little. I can’t stride down the street at a cracking pace anymore. I literally just walk, and even then I try hard not to stick my bum out too far. I am still trying to stand up straight.
My shoulders and neck are hurting so much I booked myself in for a little massage next week. I had to specify that I needed a massage bed with a pregnancy belly hole cut out, which felt very weird.
I spent the morning (6am to 7.30) watching Nashville on Net Flix and trying to get comfortable. It’s hard now. My hips hurt a lot when I wake up and I feel like my body might be struggling a little.
I am drawn to other people with babies now, I want to get their wisdom, I want them to shield me from other non-pregnant single women who tell me they would also have kids now but they are just too young to start thinking about that. *Eyeroll*
I feel like other pregnant ladies are suddenly on my side.
After lunch I summoned the energy to go and book in our bed at the hospital. The foyer of the offices were still filled with incredibly zealous Christmas decorations which made me feel like I was heading back in time. It took less than 10 minutes and I was out of there.
Bed Booked no hassle or anything.
The thing about booking in a hospital bed is that the hospital staff must believe that we are going to have a baby – if they are letting me book a baby room.
With a high-risk pregnancy, it can be hard to believe that everything will be ok. Booking a bed at hospital is a really big deal. It makes it real, it makes the whole thing feel quite serious.
The nurse had no idea how big a deal it was to me.
These are the days I have now, filled with pregnancy type things… Weird. Because we are having a baby.