|Cuddles for the baby - 16 weeks|
If you ever want to know how much your life has changed, look back over your clothes at the time.
I dragged my maternity clothes up from under the house and rifled through them, looking forward to finding some stretchy things that might fit. My aim was pretty humble; just the chance to wear something other than tracksuit pants would be awesome.
Four years ago, the last time I wore these clothes, looked vastly different to now. The gear I found was mostly appropriate for my old corporate working life, with the occasional pair of tracksuit pants for changing into after work (no, please, not MORE trackies!). Oh, and could someone please tell me why I thought it a good idea to keep the things I wore in hospital, even what I wore while in labour? I nearly threw up when I saw them.
Which leaves me with... nothing to wear. I'm not going to whinge about it - but only because there are about 500 other things I'd prefer to save my whining for. (Back pain. Cramping hips. Insomnia. Overheating. Nausea. Exhaustion. Take your pick!)
Life is quickly becoming all about reducing the aches and pains, and just looking after myself and this baby. I'm glad I was getting used to a simpler life anyway, because that's really all I can manage right now.
My days are filled with long walks, baking sessions and naps. I'm doing Pilates twice a week and I've just managed to track down the massage therapist who helped me through my first pregnancy. This is gearing up to be the most expensive and time-consuming pregnancy in the history of (my) pregnancies.
All that, and I'm only 16 weeks. I'm not even big yet, the baby isn't even weighing down on me. The next 24 weeks could be the longest of my life.
After hearing my complaints - maybe repeatedly - a few people have asked if I want this to be my last pregnancy.
It's hard to get perspective while I'm in the middle of it, but... yes. I'd say that's a very likely conclusion to draw.