It's close to the end of my second pregnancy. I'm ready.
I haven't had a solid sleep in weeks. My tummy is too big to be comfortable, I have to get up to pee every time that I roll over & most nights I feel sick. It's like being in the first trimester all over again, except you're three times the size & have a fully grown baby inside of you.
The last few weeks have been tough to say the least.
Last week I was in a car accident not even an hour after getting home from hospital where I'd been all morning with early labour pains.
To be in a car accident is scary - but to be in a car accident with my toddler daughter & while 9 months pregnant, is one of the scariest moments of my life. Luckily it was not my fault - but it was still scary none the less.
I've been without my car for a week now, however I am lucky that my dad is a FIFO & doesn't need his while he's away, but who knows how long it will take to have my car back!
At this stage of pregnancy, I'm living in my trackies. Actually, I started that when I got pregnant but now my care factor of wearing them to the shops has gone out the window. Madi & I went to the shops just before - Madi wore her Frozen PJ's while I wore whatever bra that I could find & the baggiest harems I own.
No fucks given.
I won't lie, I've been testing the 'old wives tales' this week.
I've eaten licorice
I've been drinking pineapple juice daily
I've eaten spicy food.
I've driven over speed bumps at 40km an hour.
NONE OF THAT SHIT WORKS.
I just want to meet my little man. Well, at this stage he isn't so little.
You see, Madi was born at 41 weeks weighing 7 pound 11.
Max at 37 weeks (last week) already weighed 7 pound 13.
I'm only small, and with a bubba that big inside of me, my walk ain't a walk no more, it ain't even a waddle - it's more of a 'I just tried bum sex' walk.
My boobs look like something straight out of National Geographic & I've started wearing maternity pads - which might I add, Madi calls mats & accused me of pooing in one the other day. She checks my undies every time I go to the toilet now. (Just for the record, I did not poo myself).
Keep your fingers crossed that Max arrives in the very near near future.