Week 37

Getting over my cold virus now, but it's left me with no energy whatsoever. Mum, Dad and Steve came over on Sunday, so it was a relatively busy day and I felt it by the time evening came. I was glad Mum was staying over though. Mum's make everything ok. It makes me feel better knowing she's around.

I had a follow up scan on Monday at 8.30am. Darren came with me while Mum took Stefan to the group. The sonographer (a male this time) was brilliant. He double checked all the same measurements as last week, and drew the same results. Amniotic fluid is normal, but the baby is still measuring slighter off the 95th centile around the abdomen and the head. Of course, it panicked me. He was very reassuring, and explained that it was really nothing to worry about.

We are all born with different measurements, some people have long legs others have short bodies - our baby has a slightly bigger than average tummy and head. As he was talking to us, we both couldn't help but smile at the simplicity of his explanation and how, infact, I was really worrying for nothing. To put my mind at rest further, he took me to have a quick chat with a midwife - something he didn't have to do, but could see that it would help us. He really was a lovely man,


The garden is dragging on a bit now. Tuesday and Thursday were really wasted days where not much was done. Probably about 2 hours work on each day. They blamed the weather in the morning, but on both days it was glorious by 11am, by which time the guys had packed up for the day. That said though, they are doing a fab job and what they have done is starting to look great.





















I finished work on Friday, thankfully. These last few days are proving to be quite difficult getting about now. Driving is a bit of a problem and I don't feel that safe behind the wheel. Moving my feet across the peddles takes longer than normal as my tummy gets in the way now. I won't be driving anywhere after finishing work on Friday.

I could sleep on a washing line. If only I cold get comfortable for long enough to fall asleep. Feeling very sleep deprived. Suppose I'd better get used to it. I'm having mixed feelings about the baby. Worried that I won't be able to cope, especially with Stefan having long lasting tantrums at the moment that are really to know how to deal with. I think once I can physically move about normally again I will feel much better. It is so hard having to chase Stefan about at the minute. Even just getting up off a chair takes an age with my painful pelvis - nevermind running after him down the street! On the other hand, I am really excited to meet our new baby and can't wait to find out if it's a boy or a girl now.