I am choosing to believe that we have at least five weeks until we are a family of four, but other people seem intent on Freaking Me the Heck Out by saying things like, “But if he’s anything like his big brother, you might only have three weeks…”
Yes, we might. But please, for the sake of limiting the number of grey strands in my hair to four, please stop saying that!!
Not helped by the fact that at today’s midwife appointment, she informed me that Pickle is currently 3/5 engaged. Yep, I’ve been feeling that for the last little while, and have been enjoying comments such as, “You’ve started to waddle!” and “I think your baby has dropped. Has he dropped? Shirl*, don’t you reckon he’s dropped?”
I’m well aware that at this stage, he could still pop up and down a bit, but Tiny was 4/5 engaged for a month before he was born and did not budge during that time. I put that down to his extra-big head getting stuck down there….which doesn’t put me at ease right now, for obvious reasons.
Otherwise….all is just the same. Achy back, loads of Braxton Hicks, sporadic heartburn, and much foot-jabbing in the ribs. I’m hoping my 36-week blood tests will show that the ferritin tablets have raised my iron levels beyond almost-zilch, but it’s hard to tell when tiredness just comes with being a lumbering elephant.
Tiredness that is not being eased by a poorly boy (again! Winter lurgies – be gone!!) who is waking numerous times in the night and will only re-settle if I clamber oh-so-gracefully into his little single bed beside him, so he can proceed to sneeze and cough all over me, and wipe his snotty little face in my hair in an attempt to get closer for cuddles.
Needless to say, it has been a looooong, grouchy week, stuck indoors, and while I’ve relished the chance to do a few things at home, I’ve missed society somewhat!
Earlier in the week, Tiny and I sat by the fire and assembled the bassinet; partly to be prepared, but also to get Tiny used to it being around. He helped me build it, all the while saying, “I love baby brother.” My heart was melting, until I realised he was meaning that he liked the bassinet.
We’ve had some chats about what’s going to happen soon, and he seems excited about the idea of his baby brother coming to live with us…but let’s see if theory and reality can be reconciled in his little two-year-old brain. I’ve warned him that the baby will cry and will need lots of cuddles from mummy and daddy, but that he’ll still need lots of cuddles too, and we’ll do our best to administer them when required.
All the teeny tiny baby clothes have been freshly laundered and sorted, we’re stocked up with teeny tiny nappies, and I bought a slow cooker on the weekend – the idea of preparing a meal first thing and then forgetting about it is rather appealing, especially when I recall those early months with the infamous “witching hour”.
* I don’t actually know anyone by the name of Shirl…it just sounds good, ‘kay?