Pregnancy (Im)patience

Soooooooooooo, I’ve been AWOL for over another twelve months. And I know the world, and you lot, have moved on. But this is still my little corner of the internet so I thought I’d revisit the old gal once again. Will there be consistent updates? Who the hell knows! But what I do know and what I can tell you is this…

I am 38 weeks pregnant with Bebe #2.

I am big.

I am fat.

I am so effin uncomfortable.

And I’m extremely sodding impatient (mainly due to Hubs not letting me find out the gender of said Bebe. Rude.)

2 weeks vs 28 weeks up the duffers!

Why aren’t these last few weeks going any quicker?! And yes, I am acutely aware of how ungrateful I sound, but my gosh do I hate these nine months. For those of you who’ve read my previous post regarding Round 1, you’ll know that me and pregnancy do not mesh well. And whilst this time around has been so much better than the first, I’ve still found it tough for entirely different reasons.

I know I’m not the only woman out there who feels this way, but I cannot describe the extent to which I dislike the lack of control I have over my body as it changes throughout the weeks of pregnancy. I work in the fitness industry and as such pride myself on the control and self-discipline I have when it comes to exercise and nutrition so to relinquish that control, no matter for how long and for what (very worthy) reason, it is still a bit of a mindf*ck.

Anyway, with newfound shares in Magnum ice cream (mine’s a mint magnum if anyone fancies donating a few!) and Whole Earth/Meridian (I’m not fussy!) peanut butter, the amount of sugar that’s been consumed is OUT OF THIS WORLD! So yes, I’ve accepted the three dress sizes I’ve gone up (although slightly disgruntled that my bust is still a meager 32B – seriously, wtf?!!), and yes, I do now have an underwear drawer consisting more of my mum’s donated cast offs than my own knickers, but my gosh am I looking forward to rocking those size 10 skinnies and my Nike lycra once again.

So with two weeks of this pregnancy left I’m going to put my feet up and scoff another bar of Dairy Milk. Well, it’d be rude not to, eh?!

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