Creaaakkkkkk. Shuffle. That’s me moving around you can hear. Except for that day when I had a sudden burst of energy. There was sunshine and coffee, and some peacekeeping to be done between the big-brothers-in-waiting. Late pregnancy or not; they were in danger of killing each other left to their own devices so it seemed easier to make them gang up on me instead.
After that I came home and cleaned the bathroom and hoovered. Even the stairs. I was bolloxed that night to put it mildly, and hoping I wouldn’t suddenly have a baby. No fear of that.
The next day I decided it was a good time to properly paint the two paint-spattered plain birch stepstools in the house. I am such a nesting cliché. I am also screwed if magnolia suddenly becomes a thing again.
The following day I scrubbed down the inside of the oven. The next day I did the oven shelves. Little by little I’ll domestic goddess this baby outta me.
So that’s it. I made it through this pregnancy thing again. Though no child of mine has arrived before 41 weeks and I know how much a ‘due date’ is really a ‘guess date’ I still have that “come out number three, your time is up” feeling. I love my bump, despite my almost constant discomfort. It’s fascinating and testament to the absolute amazingness of the human body. I am ready now for this next part, I know my body and my baby have got this. I trust us.
A very happy christmas or whatever you’re having yourself, see you on the other side!