B finished work on Friday and G household was suddenly filled with anticipation.  Of course, it is now Wednesday and we are both a little both more than a little bored.  Baby continues to grow and my belly is now incredibly firm and he is quite easy to palpate. My new found epigastric capacity is now being reclaimed as Baby just grows into the space.

Spirits were temporarily lifted with a show of sorts on Monday night but of course, that is about as reliable as a letter from QLD Health stating that you are on the waiting list to have a specialist outpatient appointment within the next six months....

Tuesday morning, a random itch that had been coming and going over the course of several weeks suddenly escalated significantly so I've been ditched with another horrendous night while my skin organises a rebellion.  Of goes an email to Dr. A. to see what the expert has to say...

Today, aside from being itchy, boredom is my greatest enemy.  Everything is done. A functioning replacement clock for Baby's room arrived yesterday and the pest control follow up was completed this morning.  There is nothing else to do and we have no plans for today. I may contemplate a repeat walk this afternoon.  We went for a 20 minute excursion last night which turned into an endurance event of sorts.  At some point it felt like Baby thunked down even lower and then everthing in my pelvis ached.  Returned home and followed by another bowel attack, a load of non-progressing painful contractions and general pelvic pain which required the first half of my restless night to recover from...

So the wait continues...  I have to admit that I am feeling a lot less concerned about the possibility of Baby being born after Dr. A goes on holidays. No particular reason.  Now all I need is a distraction!

Picture time! Baby's room completed as well as the cradle, all set up and ready to go. 

Me: "Baby's room is finally complete!"
B: "Almost.  It needs a baby."

38 weeks, 2 days





I've started this blog entry a few times and gotten bored by the content. 

So I've gotten sort biggish now.  Looking back at the weekly photos there was an eruption between 26 and 27 weeks which lead on to some good gains...particularly in the last few weeks.  Not surprising given that this little guy has been gaining weight steadily.  If we can even get a measurement this week and he keeps it up the he will probably be around 3.6kg 

It is Wednesday and the last how many sleep interrupted nights are finally taking their toll.  I'm tired.  2 April was the date from which the health insurance would cover my admission to the hospital.  This was supposed to be the date from which I was able to relax and know I'd be able to deliver at my hospital of choice.  I am guessing that I've not quite relaxed though and instead got myself a little wound up as continual awakenings invade my bed space! There is that and the dreams.  Dreams which aren't quite nightmares but are either borderline or the type I'm glad to find aren't real.  Oh and add they seem to continue on from where they left of no matter how many times I wake up!

Night falls and I don't look forward to it.  Generally I always feel most uncomfortable at night but this latest stint has really put a dampener on things.  So I gather I must be a little bit worried about things ahead...  Fair call too.  I don't really want to go overdue and lose my doctor. I am concerned about finances. I am concerned (goodness knows why) about bonding. I wonder whether I can be the parent that I want to be and whether I am really prepared for what is ahead.  I wonder if we are really ready for this major permanent life change.  Silly as it sounds I also worry about whether I've overpacked my hospital bags and will be judged for it.  (You'd think I'd be past that high school level of thinking).  Oh and then there is this whole thing about going back to work next year and what I want to do etc.  Any wonder I am not sleeping well?  These are the things which I don't particularly spend a great deal of time contemplating because really they can't be resolved by mulling over it. As a whole, I don't feel stressed but I guess without resolution they run around tweaking at the circuitry.

Blah, I've run out of steam and need sleep.  Leave you with my own artistic collation from MS Paint. (12 weeks, 26 weeks, 37 weeks).



To think I felt soooo big and bloated and horrible at 12 weeks...