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feeling

pretty pregnant. Sweltering in the humidity and I think I felt myself waddle a little today. I'm having to be really careful with what I eat or the dreaded heartburn ruins my sleep. It's getting tricky to lift Lucy without feeling as though I'll drop my uterus which makes it really hard when she puts her hands in the air and says "tuddle."
Can't complain too much. Most days I still have ankles and am not stranded on the floor if I get down to play duplo.

doing

I actually started packing my bags yesterday and then realised we are going away this weekend and will need the bags. Uhhhh.
I'm practicing my breathing techniques and reading the psychedelic birth stories in Ina May Gaskins "Spiritual Midwifery."
I've also hit the nesting hard. I can't sit still. I find myself straightening everything and sweeping a few times a day.

thinking

I'm thirty seven weeks which means full term. Half of me thinks "bring on the baby" and then I freak because I don't feel quite ready and also because I could get to forty one weeks like last time.





thirty seven weeks of Lucy

To do

So on Thursday I'll be thirty seven weeks in and I thought I'd share my to do list with you. I'm anticipating another late baby arrival so yep, I'm yet to pack my hospital bag. There's still time right?

Sweet girl of mine

This girl of mine is two tomorrow.

She is getting so big.
Her hair is long and curly and her legs are growing long but she still fits in what is left of my lap. She runs, jumps and dances with increasing coordination.

She sits on the big girl toilet and wears big girl undies during the day. I tell her I'm proud of her and she beams.
She reads and reads. It was always our intention to encourage a love of books in her and our dreams have been fulfilled tenfold.

We have conversations about monkeys, about sore knees and babies in tummies. We talk about going to granny and waa waas house. She furrows her brow when things aren't right and giggles when they are silly.

She likes watching play school and has a newfound interest in nature documentaries. She is learning all the names and the sounds that go with them.

She isn't such a fan of the eating of food but loves to help me cook. Stirring, sorting and flipping and of course licking the bowl.

She's my little cuddle girl and loves to be held tight. She adores her dada and runs to cuddle him when he gets home. It is a joy to my heart.


My sweet girl. It's been almost two years since you were placed wide eyed on my chest and almost three since I began to know you. To watch you grow and change is one of life's biggest joys.

The focus

I've got two things I'm thinking about when it comes to the impending birth of smalls.

1. Labour never lasts forever.
One way or another she will come back. The time I spend in the birth centre will be dwarfed by the time we spend out of it. (God willing of course.)

2. It happens every day.
See all those people walking round? Their mamas gave birth to them. It happens. The system works.

These two things, a very relaxed birth plan and a cool headed husband and God watching over will be what gets me through the next few weeks. It's getting close!