Sorry, where was I?

Half-way through…we’re over half way there (the 20 week scan was ‘normal’. Which didn’t stop me fretting over various numbers. As one does). Only another 26 weeks of blood thinners. Only another 26 weeks of bruises. The worst two things of the whole pregnancy have been the injections/bruises from the blood thinners (shifted to thighs from tummy) and the nosebleeds. The challenge to my digestion comes close: I am obsessed with getting enough fibre. It’s just so uncomfortable when I don’t.

Those latter? They come out of nowhere. They last anything between 2 minutes and 40 minutes (the latter was a bit challenging, and I was beginning to wonder if I needed to go to hospital, and who could take me, because I couldn’t drive and couldn’t see a taxi being terribly keen to contain me and my uncontained bodily fluids). And you can’t do anything other than sit and hold onto a tissue and pray it stops for the duration. Really, really frustrating. And then there’s several hours of being too scared to blow a rather blocked nose, just in case it starts up again. I can’t be any fun to sleep near at the moment. The snorting and snuffling must be utterly absurd.

Much more fun is the odd tickle from inside (anterior placenta. I don’t feel much going on here), and I *think* Thing1 had hiccups on Saturday morning. Or I had an oddly located twitch. I’m not entirely sure which – but I was quite amused with my hand on my belly for a bit. It’s definitely a bump. It’s definitely a low slung bump. And it definitely grows during the day, which is every so slightly weird in a cool sort of way.  You’d think by now it would stop taking me by surprise. No chance. I suspect such a drastic change in shame in such a short space of time is going to be surprising.

My attention span is that of a gnat. That’s what I was going to write at the beginning of this. Add in appalling nights’ of not-sleep, and the abstention from caffeine, and it’s quite impressive that I’m managing anything much. There’s quite a lot of rest, but not always as much sleep as anyone would like. And many things take about three times as long to achieve as they used to. On a good day.

But. Yanno. Izza bump. Wot tickles from the inside. *GRINS*



Does your bump sit low?

Can you dance it to and fro?

Can you top it with a knot?

Can you top it with a bow?

Can you take it down to Dover like a regimental soldier?

Does your bump sit low?

(have finally succeeded in winning a pair of maternity jeans on eBay. This took several attempts. It’s a cut-throat world out there, people).

In other news, today is a gym day. Hurrah! 35 minutes on the stationary bike, 20 minutes on the treadmill on an incline (brisk walking). So about an hour with my Kindle. I’ve read an awful lot recently. The Millenium Trilogy (finally), Sarah Millican. Mary Russell (love those, have to ration myself). And I’m about to embark on Auslander’s ‘Hope’.

(For once, the mirror space wasn’t blocked by people admiring themselves while doing complicated stretches or situps!)