Week 25 – spots and tears by Oreke Mosheshe

Week 25

Baby’s kicks are now so powerful I find myself screaming or jumping out of my seat (yes this is a good thing…) Sometimes if caught really off guard I burst out laughing which must look really strange for people around me – oh well, I’m pregnant and kicks bring me real joy, what can I say?

It’s not been all rosy though. The other day I spent the whole time doing nothing but still felt incredibly tired and in real pain from an aching back. To make things worse I broke out in spots, and I never get spots – all this while trying to get used to having days during the week where I was not working. I am a workaholic and its difficult to go from nonstop busy to having lots of free time. The day started with me trying to pick a large spot on my head unsuccessfully and so scarring my face. I spent the rest of the day feeling tired and useless. As I attempt to make dinner, I felt the overwhelming need to stop everything run to the bedroom and cry. Superman came in offered to finish the dinner and comfort me – this made me feel even worse as he had been working the whole day and now had to cook dinner. I felt like a bad wife. After lots of reassurance, I finally stopped crying and we sat down to a beautiful dinner cooked by my wonderful husband. These melt downs do happen but I suppose I have to take the good with the bad. ‘Till next time…

Week 20 – Baby kicks by Oreke Mosheshe

Week 20

The last four weeks seem to have flown by – let’s hope the rest of the term goes as quickly. Exciting news, we finally know what sex our baby is! Finding out the sex of our baby is something we both knew we wanted – I think it has to do with us wanting to be prepared and feeling a deeper connection with our baby. I can’t help but want to know as much as possible about “the baby”. We have decided to keep it to ourselves and mums for now…

I had another wedding to attend which brought with it more sartorial disasters. Having tried on my beautiful dress for the black tie wedding a week before and it fitting nicely, I seem to have doubled in size by the big day and only Superman’s bulging biceps can get me zipped up. Feeling trussed up and barely able to breathe, I last only until the reception where I’m forced to unzip, borrow a friend’s shawl to cover my shame, and boogie all night… well, 11.30 which is late for me nowadays.

17th October – ounces of chocolate + X Factor and I felt the baby kick for the first time! This first kick felt like a rugby tackle and I almost jumped off the sofa screaming. Another 2 strong kicks followed which Superman got to feel as well, but since then nothing but a little fluttering now and again. I do look forward to more as I find them really exciting and they’re a little reminder that the baby’s still there and active.

As I settle into my second trimester, I look forward to the challenge of choosing baby names as we haven’t thought about any yet…