Bump Update #2

I saw the midwife on Monday and received a glowing report. The tiny one appears to have caught up growth wise (Was there ever any doubt?- the chances of a boy with Campbell and Noble genes being small are pretty slim). 

HoneyBun has adjusted his position, so he is now head down. It is good that he is in the right position for a normal delivery, but this change also means that his legs are right below my ribs- a fact I've been noticing more and more with every kick! (Note that this hasn't stopped Ross and I from feeding him peanut M&M's so we can make him wiggle/kick at night though.)

I am thankful for such an easy pregnancy- With the exception of a bad day here or there, I've felt so good throughout most of it that I would sometimes find myself forgetting that I even was pregnant, until I glanced in the mirror and spotted the tell-tale bump or felt a wiggle. But my body woke up at the 30 week mark and finally discovered that it was pregnant- all the sudden my usual walking pace slowed, going up stairs meant huffing and puffing, sleep became interrupted/non-existent and sitting for longer than 5 minutes meant getting stiff and achy. My hips started protesting about having to support this additional weight. Still I was generally feeling good- undeniably pregnant, but good.

And then... the tears arrived.

I cried when I turned up too early for lunch with Ross, on the train when I couldn't get my train ticket out of my coat pocket quickly enough, when I saw a property we liked had sold, and pretty much every time I dropped something... My poor husband has never been more confused, especially since most of the time I don't know why I am crying. He was sweet enough not to laugh at me when I explained through tears the other day that I was crying because I hate crying about everything. 

I look forward to regaining my sanity at some point, but for now I have accepted that growing tiny people does some strange things to the body!

32 weeks