I am now 29 weeks pregnant, and the hormones have gatecrashed the party. I am generally not a miserable person. I see the positive in most situations and don’t dwell on stuff which can’t be changed. Yet for the past few days, I’ve felt like nothing I do is good enough. Nothing anybody else does is good enough and nothing can make anything better.
God, that sounds so melodramatic. I am putting the whole thing down to hormones and lack of sleep. Not a good combo at the best of times, but throw into the mix a 10 month old who wakes for a 2 hour party every night, and a baby bump who likes to do the cha-cha-cha on my bladder in the early hours, and sleep is not something I am getting very much of.
Not really sure what the point of this post is, I guess I just wanted to write it down somewhere so I can point at it and laugh when I feel better in a few
days years time?! I’m sure I’ll feel better once we can get back to our usual routine. Sam is waking at daft o’clock trying to crawl. This is what’s causing me the most sleep deprivation, so fingers crossed once he’s mastered it, he will go back to sleeping well again – at least until the next milestone and/or Robyn arriving and waking him 20 times a night.
Speaking of Robyn, we had settled on the name Alicia (pronounced A-Lee-Sha) but now I keep calling her Caitlyn – What’s that all about!! Crazy brain! When we wanted to call her Caitlyn, I never called her that.
In other news, I’ve been to the hospital today to see the consultant and the Anaesthetist to discuss Robyn’ arrival. All is well and the Anaesthetist has given me permission to have an Epidural or a spinal, should I need one. He’s also put a big fat *LATEX ALLERGY* sticker on my notes lol. Wonder if anyone will notice it on the day…!! So here we are – 75 days until Robyn’s due date. I wonder if I will make it that far this time? (Sam was born 3 days early)!
That’s enough rambling for one day. Cheerio!