Pregnancy blog – third trimester: 2017

After having a nauseating first trimester which trickled into the second, I find myself in the third trimester with only fourteen weeks till Baby M arrives, unless she decides to make us wait! I can now say I’m finally enjoying being pregnant!

The past two weeks have been busy with lots of fun stuff. Andy and I enjoyed a grown up trip to London, wahoo. We’ve been to the beach, visited Pensthorpe and completed a toddle for Banardos with nursery. Tiring as it is I’m also still working which I plan to do till I can no longer get close to the table to massage! I will say the fun stopped momentarily when I had a meltdown about not having a bikini that fitted just as I was going to take Jasmine swimming. She looked at me and said ‘Oh mummy!’

For those that know me I am reasonably endowed, however I’ve recently been told that to accompany my growing bump my boobies have become ginormous! Judging by the message Andy left me the other day it’s all fine though (see pic)! Oh and we did make it to swimming in the end.

As I understand it, at this point in pregnancy/ thirs trimester the amniotic fluid has reduced making any baby movement felt. I’d definitely agree with that as I can feel all the moves she makes! Her pattern of movements seem to be early morning and late evening with some added squirms when I eat or if she hears Andy and Jasmine talking! She’s definitely sensitive to noise.

We had a check in with the midwife and heard that lovely whooshing sound of baby M’s heartbeat. I also had the usual blood pressure and urine sample checks too, both of which were fine. My speech on the other hand has utterly gone to pot. I can’t get my words out, forget what I’m saying and sometimes can’t even think of the right words to say. Baby brain has kicked in. Luckily that’s not something checked by the midwife!

Sleeping in the heat has been bearable. I think the worst part is turning over. I feel and probably look like, a beetle when they’re stuck wriggling on their backs! I’m sure there’ll come a time when I actually can’t right myself!

Cravings are still non-existent but I’m enjoying the freedom to eat icecream when I fancy it. A gelato in Southwold was pretty lush at the weekend after paddling in the sea and lunch at The Nelson pub (one of Andy’s favs). A pre-Father’s Day treat.

Here’s to another two weeks of pregnancy mayhem! Oh and Happy Father’s Day to all daddies out there.!