Yesterday I was at my first ante-natal clinic appointment. Basically it was EXACTLY like the midwife appointments. Blood taken, blood pressure checked, belly gets prodded and then listen to babies heartbeat. I really couldn’t see what was different between the two.
Anyway, my uterus is sitting exactly where it should be for 21 weeks. It was nice to hear the babies heartbeat again. It wasn’t as loud as the first time I heard it but it was clear and again “very strong” in the words of the midwife.
I’ve started to ‘nest’. I walked into the kitchen this morning and felt so compelled to start scrubbing every surface. Now I am aware that I am sat here typing this and not scrubbing but that is because I need to eat my breakfast before I do anything. I physically cannot do a thing if I haven’t had breakfast these days which is rather bizarre as I am the person who can go without eating until dinnertime. These days I need food to keep me going or I’ll just crash on the couch with zero energy to even lift the remote control up. As I type this though I am literally itching to get back into the kitchen to get the job done.
Oh before I go… after a year of living in this flat with no one living below us we have new neighbours! The day the moved in all we heard was screaming, shouting, doors slamming, plates being thrown against walls and rave music blasting out followed by more shouting before it was turned it. That has basically continued. Right now I can hear (and feel!!!) them slamming doors. It is just our luck that we get neds below us. All our neighbours on our floor are lovely, quiet and polite people who always say hello. Why couldn’t someone like them have moved in below?
