The final months of my pregnancy seriously dragged. It seemed that I was hurtling towards the time of birth up until I was 8 months pregnant, before time started slowing down (even seeming to go backwards at times). My due date couldnt come quick enough!
The days turned around very slowly and my bump got bigger and heavier, weighing me down...and making me even more exhausted. The only plus side to my pregnancy was knowing that I was going to have a baby.
Everyday I spoke to my bump; calling it by name and rubbing it as the baby kicked madly inside my tummy. There were times when I hated pregnancy, hated the constant tiredness and the all consuming feeling that my body was being taken over. For ten months, my body was not my own and every movement or act had to be carried out with consideration for the baby inside me. I loved my little bundle already, but until he was in my arms, I just felt like my body was alien to me.
Stretch marks, heartburn, sickness and extreme hunger; these were all the symptoms I loathed during my pregnancy. But I loved the feeling as my baby moved around inside me and I enjoyed seeing my scans. As my Blood Pressure (BP) was slightly high, then I got an extra couple of scans towards the end of my pregnancy. I know that the scans were for medical reasons, but I loved the fact that I got more chances to see my little man. But as the weeks wore on, the scans got more difficult to make out. My little man was taking up more room in my womb which made viewing him a bit hard.
I started my maternity leave a bit earlier than originally planned because my BP was high and it was making me feel a little unwell. So for a month or so before my due date, I spent a lot of time with my feet up, watching television, catching up with reading and 'facebooking'.
This is possibly why the time dragged, but it helped that I didnt have the added stress of work to worry about. Working in the public sector, means I deal with a lot of sensitive cases, which means that the job can bring hard work. To enable me to do the job properly, I needed to be on top form. And I, sadly, was not on top form. I was dragging my hooves to work each morning and I felt like I was one of the walking dead!
The months rolled around and with what seemed like forever, my due date finally came around. I waited all day for something to happen, anything.......but nothing.
My little man, Ethan was happily floating around in his amniotic fluid, playing with umbilical cord and making so sign of coming out anytime soon.....!
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