Baby Bored

Way back in the balmy days of the First Trimester I complained about being bored and impatient. We’re back there now as these last few weeks tick by and I'm on high alert for any little niggle that might indicate things are getting started (Hint: nothing yet).

Allaying boredom by becoming obsessed with Granny Squares

I know that I am incredibly lucky to be able to carry a healthy baby to term, and I don’t take this privilege lightly, but my lord I’m bored now! I’m uncomfortable and achy, and have no energy most days. I’ve been having daily nosebleeds, and my skin smells different. My Grandma has expressed surprise that I’m still pregnant: “After the size of you at Christmas” which makes me feel just great as I’ve got bigger since then.
I'm so ready to be done with this now - done with the backache, and rib pain, and feeling as though my hip joints are going to pop out any second. The past fortnight has given rise to blazing heartburn, which I've never dealt with before, and am not dealing well with now, and I've been having, what I think is the "clear out" for days and days now too - god, it's a glamorous lark, this pregnancy thing, isn't it?

We’re so close to the end now, and that brings its own challenges; logistically we’re as ready as we think we could ever be, but I’ll bet we’re not – there’s definitely going to be something that we realise was super-important that we’ve completely overlooked. Emotionally, as I wrote last week, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready – maybe when we’re waving Spud off to University I’ll stop and take stock, and think “Wow… I’m a mum…”

How did you cope with the final days of the Third Trimester?