This could well end up being a grumpy post – hence the gargoyle. I’m not feeling in the chirpiest of moods this morning and whilst I know I should be very grateful for how relatively smooth and easy this pregnancy has been, that doesn’t mean I can’t still moan about some of the less desirable side effects of pregnancy that I seem to be experiencing.
For instance, I was NOT best pleased to be woken up with leg cramp last night at some ungodly hour. Poor LPD! He must have thought something terrible had happened because whilst I don’t exactly remember waking, I just remember yelping in pain and he jumped up straight away to help massage my leg and try to ease the cramp. Luckily it didn’t last very long, but my leg aches so much today. It’s perhaps the third case of cramp I’ve had in about as many weeks and by the quick bit of research I’ve just looked at online, it looks like this could potentially last until Pickle’s born. Great. I think I’ll mention it to my midwife at my next appointment next week in case she has any tips.
I’m also feeling pretty congested and full of head cold. And as we all know, you can’t take any blinking meds whilst pregnant so apart from occasionally smothering myself in Vicks Vapour Rub, there’s not a whole lot I can do about that either.
So all in all, a little bit fed up, not helped by my disappointing first Antenatal Yoga Class. We don’t have any exciting weekend plans either as everything nice I had planned (lovely breakfast out with my gorgeous friend at her future wedding venue) looks like it has to be postponed because LPD needs the car, and we only have one between us. So I have no plans tomorrow, will most likely be stuck in the house all day and won’t even have LPD to keep me company. The bad mood really is coming out, isn’t it? Grump, grump, grump…
Pickle is the size of… a Barbie doll or chinchilla. Regardless of their size, I can definitely tell Pickle is growing not just because my tummy is ever expanding but because those movements are DEFINITELY getting stronger and more widely spread across my bump! The other night I had a bowl of pasta resting on my bump and Pickle kicked so hard that it wobbled. I did manage to get a little video of my tummy kicks which you can see over on Instagram:
I’m feeling… grumpy. I think we’ve already covered that. And achey. And coldy.
I’m craving… still haven’t managed to shake this sweet tooth, I think it’s around to stay. Wanting to consume chocolate all day isn’t really going to help my pregnancy weight gain but I haven’t got the will power to overrule it yet. I do really need to get a hold of it really otherwise it could spiral horribly out of control. I’ll have to try and get my sugar cravings from fruit instead.
I’m worrying about… oh everything today, it seems. You name it, I’m probably worrying about it. I’m feeling pretty skint even though it was pay day on Monday and I’m worrying about all the things I want to do before Pickle arrives, and the money that involves and worrying about whether I should or not. The biggest one is a sewing course I want to do.. It sounds so trivial to be something I’m concerning myself over, but I’ve been wanting to do a dressmaking course for ages and I feel like I’m at the point where if I don’t do it now, it’ll be really hard to do whilst Pickle is a baby. But the course costs £190. And I just don’t know if I can justify that kind of spend on something that’s not essential. But I really want to do it. I feel like I can’t win. If I do it, I’ll feel guilty about the money but if I don’t do it, I’ll regret it I think.
I genuinely just sighed. Massively. God, it really is woe is me today.
I’m missing… not being pregnant. I’m obviously not really feeling it today.