Anyway, Baby is producing some epic kicks and rolls now. It's like having a tiny acrobat in my tummy, yet I never seem able to get Hubby to see or feel the really big moves. It's like a cruel trick, I alert him to what's happening, he eagerly looks or feels, and Baby stops. Just long enough for him to decide Baby doesn't like him, and for him to go away feeling glum. On the upside, we (I mean Husband) is reading 'The Faraway Tree' aloud each night for Baby to get used to his voice and
(hopefully) to boost It's love of stories and general awesomeness. If nothing else, I'm rather enjoying being transported back to my own childhood each evening, although the stories seem rather a lot more scary than I remember, and I'm wondering if they aren't a source of my original anxiety issues - strong winds meaning bad things, getting trapped in strange places with no way out.......
But enough of that! I've decided that the third trimester is designed to force mothers to strengthen their arms in preparation of the impending Baby carrying duties. I sure feel like I am working out my biceps on a regular basis, pushing myself up out of bed, off couches, pulling myself out of the car, lifting myself out of the bath. Not just that, but the number of times I must wake up each night is certainly good training for living with a new born....otherwise what's the point?
I think I have everything ready now. My (expensive!) very awesome nappy bag arrived last week, and I already have it packed and ready to go with whatever Baby might need. I really just want It to arrive, so that I can see and hold and cuddle and just....be with It. I am really struggling to keep my head in the game at work, and not just because walking while carrying laptops and books and folders is now a super undesirable activity, but because the date of arrival is drawing ever closer and I just get too excited to worry about whether 'johnny' understands what a city state is, or if 'jane' really gets what I mean when I say 'four beats per bar' and she nods in agreement. But I'm doing my best, I try to get up and walk around the classroom as much as possible. I try to still think of and create interesting activities if I can. Next week is a giant choir festival which I unwittingly created last year, so once that is over, the countdown can really begin.
Hubby and I have all but abandoned out antenatal classes in favour of the hypnobirthing ones. Antenatal classes seem to focus on every possible bad outcome, all the pain relief available, all the medical interventions, and to be honest, they freaked me out. After hearing about the three stages of Labour over the course of 3 weeks, my anxiety had sky rocketed again and I was starting to have panic attacks when I was left alone for any amount of time. On the other hand, hypnobirthing focuses on the fact that birth is a normal process, it's happened for thousands of years, all over the world, to mothers in far less favourable conditions than ours. It teaches you that your body and the Baby know what to do, and that in order for that to happen best, the mother needs to be as relaxed as possible. We have another session tomorrow, and I'll write a post dedicated to it. Needless to say, if nothing else, it is definitely keeping me calm, positive and relaxed in the lead up to the delivery day.
In the meantime, we are going to see The Conjuring tonight....and YES, I did check with my midwife, that that was ok.
Look! Baby is rolling over now!! ......oh wait, you missed it. :(
I reckon, our baby will be THIS CUTE
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