I have finally decided to blog about this incredible experience. I've wanted to write about this for a while, but I felt self-conscious and also didn't know where to begin, but I'm hoping it'll get easier with time. I think the memories I will be preserving far outweigh my worries.
I'm not the most patient person and I always say I have low EQ -- based on the ad with the toddlers and the marshmallows (I can't be bothered to explain this, but there'll be a few who will get this reference). The first few months being pregnant meant living from doctor visit to doctor visit for the ultrasound to confirm that there was a baby in my growing belly. Whenever I managed to stay awake, I devoured pregnancy books and shopped online for maternity dresses that I wouldn't wear until the last trimester -- most of which I returned as they were horribly made.
Having friends P and E over for a two-week visit has proved to be a good distraction from the pregnancy. Our trips to Kiama and Blue Mountains meant lots of walking (yay, exercise!), fresh air and happy conversations. All of which can only be good for the baby, right? When they leave, I'll sadly be back to counting down the days until my due date.
Of course, I still work full-time, and the getting ready for work and the travel time is extremely tiring for me. Sitting at my desk for long periods and forgetting to stretch or have a sip of water aren't helping either. But there's a little thing inside me that's literally kicking me to get myself together and so far the kicking has been both exciting and amusing.
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