So I have pretty much been AWOL for a while. The baby is still firmly in my womb despite many occasions when I thought she was planning the great escape!
I have 46 days left, that is just over a month and it is getting scarier than ever. The fact that next month I will be a mum is very daunting to say the least. I am not ‘one’ with babies. I don’t get children at all. When faced with a baby or child I just sort of smile nervously at them and have no fucking idea on what to do or say to them.
My friend Karen came over with her son Callum on Wednesday who is 7 weeks old now. I’ll admit I got extremely broody… guess I am in the best damn position to be broody given that I am due to give birth next month! He had fallen asleep in his pram and Karen went to the toilet. The very second she left the room one eye opened and then the other. Suddenly he was screaming. I tried everything to calm him down but nope it didn’t work! What was actually only 2 minutes felt like 2 hours! When Karen came back in he stopped.
Later while she was trying on some trousers in a shop he did the same thing but this time I got down on my knees (sooo hard for an 8 month pregnant woman to do but I did it!) and started blowing raspberries at him. Immediately he stopped and smiled sticking his tongue out at me. I felt so high because I had managed to stop him from crying. It has made me believe that yes it will be tough to look after a baby but I can do it.
To round this entry up I shall recap quickly what has been going on since I last posted. I am now on elbow crutches for the lovely S.P.D which is extremely painful. I have a bump support. I now see my midwife every week. Last but not least…. Ewan found out that in August he is being made redundant! Perfect timing!
