our baby will be here soon, you’ve got a feeding pillow and loads of tiny vests, you have the instinct to start packing your hospital bag with six weeks to go and you’ve got the delivery suite on speed dial. Yes, it’s the third trimester! All pretty exciting and a real privilege.
I feel bonded with my baby already (I have nine weeks to go until she’s due to arrive), she’s doing a marvellous job of kicking me in the ribs and ramming her head into my bladder, and I can only feel proud every time she lets me know she’s there, even when it’s a little, well, uncomfy.
Did I say uncomfy? That reminds me… the third trimester is a flipping physical challenge. I’m still enjoying being pregnant (give it a few more weeks and I might be ready to count down), but it’s not always easy on the body.
Safe in the knowledge that I am fundamentally grateful and delighted to be carrying my future precious bundle, here are a few realities of the last three months of this thing we call ‘up the duff’.
