Still pregnant...

I haven’t popped yet, still at the 37 week mark but am very much looking forward to being un-pregnant again. The last trimester seems to have gone on forever. Every night for the last 2 months I am reminded of how pregnant I am when trying to fall asleep with a belly the size and weight of a watermelon. This baby doesn’t help the cause as he’s always squirmy around, sticking an odd limb out or jabbing me in the ribs just as I thought I’d gotten myself into a comfortable sleeping position. I’ve put on 14 kilos this time around compared to when I was pregnant with Matty where I ballooned to 18 kg. Maybe this baby is smaller?

Matty’s oblivious to his fate of being a big brother in a couple of week’s time. I try to tell him that there’s a baby in mummy’s tummy but the concept is obviously too abstract for his 21 month old brain. Every time I point to my belly, he’ll think it’s an invitation to poke at my protruding belly button or worst, try to scratch it out with his overgrown finger nails!