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Punching is better than kicking

I really hope this has been photoshopped (*not my belly*)

After weeks of nudges on my left side, I was intrigued to feel new movement on the right side this week. It was much softer and prolonged – pressing my hand to my bump I realised it was an arm moving. For the first time I could make out a body part as the wee one stretched and pushed and moved its tiny arm and hand around. It was a lovely feeling – much less uncomfortable than the jabbing its feet have been giving me.

The midwife told me this week that I’m going to have a long baby. This is not a euphemism for heavy or fat, she assured me – both my husband and I are tall, so it makes sense. It also explains why my left rib is aching – it seems to have found a nice wee spot for its foot. I was trying to encourage it away with a gentle massage earlier and got a sharp kick for my trouble – seems the battle of wills has begun already!

I’m not complaining though – I love feeling it move around. Plus the midwife said she’s a bit paranoid about foetal movement and I’ve to call her if it suddenly goes quiet. So I’m enjoying keeping tabs on its whereabouts… It’s probably a skill worth learning!

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Snow trials

This was the view from my bedroom for the third day running today:

Snowed in?

My husband had parked up on the main road and sent me a text when he got to work warning me to stay inside, where it was safe. But the thought of working from home for a second day, worrying about the cost of keeping the heating on, or my health if I didn’t, wasn’t pleasant. I saw an awful (but quite funny) clip on BBC of a little old lady getting flattened by a snowdrift falling off a roof and decided, at 6 months pregnant, I was just as vulnerable. It wasn’t worth the risk.

Half an hour later, stircrazy, I decided it was. Using a golf umbrella for support I gingerly made my way up the drive. I opened the car door, sending a cascade of snow onto the driver’s seat, turned on the engine, pumped up the fans, pressed the button to heat the back window then, slowly and carefully, used the brolly to sweep the 12 inches (honest) of snow off the roof, windscreen and sides. Then I scraped away the ice, taking care to hang on to the wing mirrors and not reach too far. Eventually I got in. It took me precisely four minutes longer than usual to get to my office. What a bloody fuss about nothing.

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Being thankful on Thanksgiving (even tho I’m British)

I just read a lovely blog post here written by a woman who has moved from London to New York and who’s celebrating her first Thanksgiving. She said: “Taking time to really appreciate what you have is something I certainly feel I benefit from.” I totally agree. So here are some things I’m thankful for:

  • A healthy pregnancy
  • My husband (in general)
  • My husband’s boss, who’s recognised Rod’s 15 months of hard slog commuting to Edinburgh and working 11 hours a day, 6 days a week, by promoting him and letting him be based in Glasgow.
  • My great circle of family and friends who always support me

I don’t take any of that for granted, but today, especially, I appreciate them all.

What are you thankful for?

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Feeling grumpy, but I think I know why

I’ve been feeling out of sorts lately to the point where I’m annoying myself.

On Monday I got up at 6am, powered through my to-do list and even some of my one-day-I’ll-get-round-to-it list, but I still felt I hadn’t done enough. On Tuesday I decided to work from home so I could have a slower day, but I ended up feeling restless, guilty and bored.

Over the two days I ate a huge amount of crap – thanks to my friend Stuart who brought round giant chocolate chip cookies (they’ve gone), my husband who bought Kettle Chips (not even a crumb remains) and my determination to find and demolish every scrap of sugar in the house.

Today, having given myself a stern talking-to, I allowed myself a half-hour browse round the shops after my morning meetings. I bought myself this dress cos it actually made my bump look cute. So now I can’t eat any more crap cos it’s a size 12 and I’ll end up bursting out of it.

The pockets look like a heart over my bump!

But I think I’ve realised why I’ve been grumpy and antsy and generally dissatisfied with everything except chocolate lately… It’s just a theory, so let me know what you think. I’m entering my third trimester.

 

On Friday I’ll be 24 weeks, which apparently is when it stops being a foetus and starts being a viable human life. My wee small bump, of which I’ve been so proud, especially when the nail technician paraded me round the whole salon demanding everyone look at me cos she couldn’t believe I was nearly 6 months pregnant, is growing. Fast. Seriously – NOTHING fits any more. I am kidding myself with a black pencil skirt, the waistband of my leggings and tights hovers dangerously near the top of my legs and people are actually having the courage to say to me “so when are you due?” in public places.

So I guess I’m into my final three months and all the joy of nighttime toilet visits, backache and swollen ankles. But you know what? Now that I know that’s what’s up with me, I’m OK with it. I’m actually quite looking forward to being properly pregnant. And at the end of only 16 weeks I will have made a little person – and I cannot WAIT to meet him or her!

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The work-bump balance

My "professional" image

My professional image was one of the little things I worried about in the early stages of pregnancy. I only started my business in February of this year and I’d spent months networking my socks off, paying into the Favour Bank, winning clients and building myself a good reputation. How was my pregnancy going to affect all that?

It may be the 21st century, but I’m not so naive as to think we’ve achieved equality between the sexes in all areas. There was also the practical consideration: if I was out of the loop for a few months after I gave birth, who’d be growing the business?

I am delighted, however, to report how positive everyone has been.

My clients, god bless them, were all really pleased for me. None of them asked about maternity cover, which I expected, despite my detailed contingency plan. In fact, in many cases, it’s given our working relationship an extra dimension. With one client I sit and chat about his son for ages before catching up with what’s happening workwise; another has sent me a couple of links to Mothercare products his wife found useful.

I don’t know if it’s just human nature to treat a pregnant woman with a little more care, if it’s as simple as discovering a common interest or if I’ve just been very lucky with my great clients… But I have been very pleasantly surprised!

I’d be very interested to know if other pregnant women have had similarly positive experiences?

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