I am a bit waddly after a long day or sitting for extended periods. Rolling over at night is getting harder. Bending over occasions a grunt or two.
The baby likes to party pre- and post-meal times (and meals better be punctual), as well as at assorted times during the night. When Cocoa or Tabby sits next to me or on my belly (Cokes' preferred position) the baby goes crazy. I can't decide whether it's pleasure or displeasure causing the commotion - I mean, it must be a little like having your house vibrated by a low-level flyover, when a cat purrs on my uterus.
P regularly feels the kicking, now. Dad's tried a couple of times, but still nothing. He needs to be more cat-like to elicit a reaction.
I walk slowly up the hill to work.
At Mum's, I deadheaded agapanthus for a couple of hours between hospital visits. The exercise was on the borderline of overdoing it, but it was mentally soothing to be outside, doing a repetitive physical task, with the visual satisfaction of seeing the improvement to each plant in a long row up the driveway. At home, I mow the lawn steadily. I tried to dig up kukuyu grass, but the bending was too much.
I baked muffins, twice. It was satisfying and truly weird as baking is most definitely not my thing and I've never felt the urge or a sense of satisfaction from it before.
I still have an innie. It's shallow and strained but it's tidy. When I sit up in the bath, my belly goes to an odd point and I can see the abdominal muscles don't really reach over the top any more. When I suck in, I can't hide the belly really at all anymore.
All facets of my boobs are still expanding. I don't think I've gained much weight elsewhere than belly and breasts at this stage, but I've no idea exactly how much I've gained and I can't use my usual clothes as a guide, so it's hard to say.
If I talk too long (say, instructions on a file to a junior solicitor) I get a little bit breathless.
I have 1 onesie, 2 toys and a couple of instructional books, all gifted. We have a list, but haven't purchased a single other thing at this stage. Our room is nearly complete, but the baby's room hasn't yet been started. That's a worry, given it is now three months and one day until my due date. We'll get there, we tell ourselves.
I need to do the diabetes screening test tomorrow. I'm not sure whether I'll be in Auckland or Hawke's Bay to do it. I don't know if I'll be in Auckland for my next midwife appointment on Monday.
I think I may have had a Braxton-Hicks contraction last night, but I'm not sure. I was getting up from the toilet and my lower abdomen and belly was suddenly tight and constrained.
It was P's last birthday pre-fatherhood, yesterday. He turned 32. I left his present sitting on my desk at work, unwrapped. We picked it up and then ate takeaways together, getting text updates from the hospital and feeling the baby flip. It wasn't what we'd expected 32 to look like, but then, expectations are often fruitless, aren't they? His gift was a magnum of a 2013 vintage of a wine he very much enjoys. We talked about drinking it on his 50th birthday, when the baby will be nearly 18. I know now not to take the prospect of sharing that future for granted.
I am well. The baby is well. I am so, so glad that he or she is coming soon.