When people ask me if I have a hunch whether I'm having a boy or a girl, I've always responded that I have not the foggiest. I decided after Lily (whom I was SO certain was a boy, that she was 'Sebastian' right up until about ten minutes after giving birth) that my so-called-mother's-intuition wasn't all it was cracked up to be and ceased all this male-female hypothesising. The truth is though that because my pregnancy has been so similar to the other two, I've secretly felt it's probably a girl.
However, the past month has not been similar whatsover. I feel like I'm on constant alert that this baby's coming any second. I've had two nights of full-on contractions, killer heartburn (I am now a gaviscon junkie - yeuck) ,twinges that never seem to go away and lots and lots of throbbing pains which come with a particular vengeance at night. So it feels like the opportunity to sleep is not really presenting itself at the moment. It's been five nights now that I've barely slept and yes, I am going slightly doo-lally. I am being fuelled with coffee, some amazing music I am discovering on spotify (my latest obsession - you must check it out), big fat buttery carob cookies and the unswerving support of my family.
Thank you for allowing me to vent my exhausted frustration into cyberworld (in other words, have a good old moan - it must sound like I think I'm the only woman to have ever had a baby!). This can't be much fun to read sometimes...but I've always said that I write this as much (or more?) for myself as it really helps.
On a more positive note, I am hopefully going to be launching my new website (for busy women who love creative writing) and accompanying blog soon - hooray! I know, slightly bizarre timing. And it's going to be a big challenge to get it properly up and running, but hey ho.
Final thing to say...when the midwife visited on monday, Lily asked in her adorable innocent way 'Baby (pronounced 'bebby') ready now?' I'd like to echo that. Surely you're cooked enough now, little one? Please come soon baby.
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