1. You know what to expect – or you think you do. No two pregnancies are the same but you got through it before in one piece so this time will be easy, right?
2. Life goes on. The first time its like you are living in a little bubble; everything you do, think or say revolves around your unborn bundle of joy. Now with juggling work, nursery and bathtimes you have so many other things on your mind its sometimes easy to forget you are pregnant. Until a swift kick in the ribs reminds you.
We are having a hard time trying to chose a name for baby Nemo. We have trawled through a book of 10,000+ names and have come up with a short list, but I’m not convinced we’ve found the one yet. Or two, as we need one for a girl and one for a boy.
We don’t want anything that is too popular (so there are three kids in one class with the same name) or so obscure that no one knows how to pronounce or spell it. Similarly, we don’t want anything that is too ‘chavvy’ or anything pretentious.
I’m now 28 weeks pregnant, which marks the start of the third trimester.
The Babycentre app kindly informed me of all the lovely things I have to look forward to: “Normal symptoms of the third semester may include heartburn, hemorrhoids, constipation, urinary incontinence, swelling and itchy skin. Your breasts may also begin leaking milk.”
Oh the glamour. Like I didn’t feel bad enough when my last Bounty pack included samples of Tena Lady and stretch mark cream.
New research promotes co-sleeping
Izzy came through to our room and climbed in bed with us last night. We don’t encourage this and luckily it doesn’t happen often but as long as she is prepared to go to sleep and not just wanting to play sometimes it’s not worth the 2am tears to try and put her back in her own bed. However I cannot sleep well when she’s in bed with me. I toss and turn a lot and I’m terrified of rolling over, hitting, kicking or covering her with a big thick duvet.
Plus I have the occasional crazy moment in my sleep. It started when I used to breastfeed Izzy while sat in bed. I would half wake up and wouldn’t be able to remember putting her back in her moses basket so I would start to panic that I’d fallen asleep while feeding and dropped her. Sometimes I would be convinced that Izzy was in bed and was about to fall out so would hold her tightly trying to save her. Except Isabel would be safe in her basket or cot and instead of ‘saving’ I was full on attacking Hubby in his sleep. Somehow mistaking a grown man for a tiny baby.
We bought this book for our 3 year old to explain why mummy is getting fat. Well, fatter. Each page tells the child what happens each month of pregnancy.
Izzy was stood in the fruit and veg aisle is Tesco and suddenly started to get very excited when she spotted a pineapple – as her book told her thats how big baby Nemo is this month. So she preceeded to tell everyone in sight about how her mummy has a pineapple sized baby in her belly.