It’s week 27 and I realise that I haven’t written much about this pregnancy. This is what happens when it’s your fifth time being pregnant, I suppose. It’s just 40 weeks more of the same.
Speaking of, I’ve spent almost 187 weeks of my life being pregnant. That’s just insane. A friend was commenting the other day, “You must really enjoy being pregnant!” and to that, my answer was “No, I most certainly do not.” I know some women are made to be pregnant and they spend the 40 weeks basking in that pregnancy glow. After 5 pregnancies, I know of no such glow. I only have one strategy to surviving pregnancy, which is to just buckle down and get past each day until the baby comes out.
I’ve had a really easy pregnancy (Finn!) and a really killer pregnancy (Theo!) and this baby is neither. So far, baby Hayley is like a 6.5 on the killer pregnancy scale, but then we’re just moving into the third trimester territory, so there’s the usual backaches, cramps, severe heartburn, shortness of breath, and general swelling of everything.
There are some really great unexpected perks with this pregnancy though, and I’m enjoying them immensely.
++I was out at the supermarket with Truett, Kirsten and Finn and they refused to let me carry any of the groceries. I could tell that they were struggling under the weight of the milk and fruits and supplies but they insisted that I couldn’t carry anything because I’m pregnant. Between the 3 of them, they took care of all the groceries all the way to the car. I kept offering to help but they were all “NO, YOU NEED TO RELAX!!”
++Now that my stomach is getting noticeably bigger, the kids are kissing and hugging the baby all the time, which basically means more hugs for me (without even asking!) and I’ll never say no to that.
++My back was hurting really bad a few days ago and I was like at my personal spa for the day. Tru and Kirsten were taking turns massaging my back while Finn was patting my head and Theo was singing the ABC song very loudly.
++ Having at least one baby attempting to hold my hand when we’re out, “in case I fall down”. So adorable. I wanted to tell them that I’ve done this successfully 4 times and being pregnant doesn’t make me an invalid but then I decided to milk it for all it’s worth.
