Let The Countdown Begin!

Hooray! (I think...) I am in the final stages of my pregnancy. I have 3 weeks left and counting, as it really does feel like I have been pregnant forever. I am expecting my 2nd son on February 15th 2012, but as his brother  - Jack was a week early, I'm hoping that it may be sooner.

It has been a roller coaster of emotions with this pregnancy. We found out Baby Pod was due shortly after my father-in-law passed away suddenly in May last year and then a lot of bleeding in the early weeks of the pregnancy. I think it will be such a relief for everyone when Baby Pod makes his appearance.

One of the things I am looking forward to most is Jack meeting his little brother for the first time. As an "only child" I was determined that I would always have more than one. I don't think it has done me too much harm, but I think the bond between siblings is always visible and is something I have never been able to experience. I cannot wait to see Jack's little face when he finally meets his brother, the 9 months must seem like such a long time to him that if he couldn't see my tummy growing ever bigger he would doubt if there was actually a baby at all.

So every Wednesday from now until the birth I will report on my progress. I never kept anything other than a mental record of my pregnancy and birth with Jack and it will be lovely to look back at in years to come.

I feel that my current status has reached the beach whale stage and even though I tried to ignore the tingling in my feet last night, I woke up this morning to swollen puffy feet and "cankles"! "At least you can hide them in the winter", everyone says. True, but it is the biggest effort ever to get a pair of boots on in the morning for the school run, especially when you're in a hurry, which is every morning. Who knows what it will be like when I have Baby Pod to get ready too, think I will have to get up at 5am, but thinking about I probably will be up then away!! So, swollen "cankles" and then hot flushes seen me opening windows and wafting myself with bits of paper, whilst Jack and the kitten looked at me like I was a mad woman. I mean it is January and hardly tropical, so is this the start of things beginning to happen for the preparation of labour? I sort of hope so, but if I think about it too carefully I get a bit panicky. Jack came pretty quickly and without any complications, so hoping for more of the same this time, but think it is worse when you know what to expect. Ignorance is bliss as they say!

We will see, I've managed to take a photo so you can see Baby Pod, but always struggle with self photos so apologies for the fuzziness.