•Wednesday, April 06, 2011
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...
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...
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1 comments:
Love seeing your progression. I look back at my blog and read the posts about how "big" I was and you can barely even see a belly at all. Haha! Can't wait for you to have that little guy!