Vicky’s pregnancy diary

"By Sunday lunchtime I had exhausted myself"

Well, the house is coming along….slowly! I am continuing to be extremely frustrated with my inability to help with renovations, especially as I have now been relegated from ‘project manager’ to ‘stay out of the way and do nothing at all’.

Last weekend I was determined not to be disabled by my pregnancy and set about sanding and painting more cupboard doors. However, I think that this was one step too far. By Sunday lunchtime I had exhausted myself to the point of feeling very faint and sleepy.

On top of which, my already short fuse was getting rapidly shorter due to family members constant fussing. Antony says they are concerned for my well-being. I, however, just want to be left alone sometimes.

Since being made redundant from helping at the house, I have made a conscious effort to bond with my bump. At my last midwife appointment, she told me that from 28 weeks I need to be in-tune with the baby’s movements and report to the hospital if I think he has moved less than normal.

So I have found myself watchfully waiting for kicks at every opportune movement. I can’t quite distinguish yet between a kick, punch, roll, or stretch but there’s certainly a lot of activity. Of course, I have now got Antony involved and he’s loved watching the baby wriggle about in there. It’s quite amazing to watch your tummy come alive. It also serves as a constant reminder that there really is a little person in there ready to make his appearance. Let’s hope it’s not just yet, though!

I have certainly hit my third trimester head-on. I have reverted to going to bed at 9pm and struggling to get up in the morning. My heartburn is getting a lot worse and is now waking me up most nights. Not to mention the fact that I was sick two mornings ago. I thought I was supposed to be past all that!

Still, I can’t complain. People are still telling me that I ‘look well’ and I am now actually starting to believe them. Plus, my appetite is coming back with a vengeance. The southern fried chicken that turned my stomach three months ago is now getting wolfed down with pleasure.

I read on a website this week that I am supposed to be consuming an extra 300 calories a day now. Being the conscientious mother-to-be that I am, I’d better have a few more just in case…