Itchy Belly – Oh the itchiness. Nothing like a good scratch of it. The bigger it gets, the itchier it’s getting. As attractive as it sounds!
Inflatable Boobs – I may always have complained about them but to honest I’d take my respectable little B cups back in a heartbeat. In the unlikely event I get stranded in water over the next few months these should keep me afloat fairly easily.
Permanent Need To Pee – It’s constant. And let’s face it, if you’ve had kids you’ll know that when you need to go, you NEED to go. Now. The fear when I sneeze or cough is real and there is no greater panic than trying to remove over the belly maternity jeans in time!!
Hunger – I’m a non stop eating machine. I’d like to say I’m eating all healthy greens and things like Walnut chopped Salad with avocado, mango and crystallized ginger (I totally googled that) but there’s NOTHING as glorious as a bag of chipper chips when the mood hits. *Drools slightly at the thought*
The Glow – The glow is a myth I swear. What f*cking glow??! Has anyone experienced this? Am I missing something? Because unless I douse myself in false tan and makeup there is no glow.
Insomnia – Trying to get comfy now that you can’t snuggle up on your belly (My favourite way to sleep) is getting harder, and I’m having the WEIRDEST dreams lately. Every single night. As far as I can see there’s no relevance to them, they’re just f*cked up really! Also the urge to nap during the day is getting real.
The Clothes Dilemma – As in I have none. Other than maternity jeans, I’m in that awkward middle stage where my own tops are getting uncomfortable but any maternity top I’ve bought still looks like a baggy tent. I also have a wedding coming up and I’m thinking maternity dresses aren’t going to be as fun to shop for…
That Question – If you’re a Mammy to all boys or all girls you’ll know. Even before I was pregnant it was “Oh you’ll have to go again for a girl” and now it’s “Are you hoping for a girl this time?” I know it’s always said with good intention but no, I’m certainly not wishing for a daughter any more so than another son and without a DOUBT we didn’t decide to have another one for a girl. I’d be equally happy with a third son. Just imagine when they’re older and I’d have 3 big strapping men looking after me and still calling me Mammy (God their wives are going to hate me!) 😉
(PS – No, I’m not finding out. I like the surprise! 🙂 )
And last but not least…
Baby Brain – Oh dear. This is real. I’ve put things away and COMPLETELY forgotten where I put them or worse, had no recollection of ever putting it away! I’ve narrowly escaped adding orange juice to my cereal and just the other night, I went downstairs to take my Pregnacare because I’d forgotten and instead, I took down my son’s movicol and made one. The struggle is real.