I literally live for Wednesdays at the moment. Not just because I hate Mondays and it’s half-way through the week, but because every Wednesday me and bubs grow a teensy little bit more and I can tick another week off my pregnancy countdown.
I now have just 16 weeks left, which is almost six months pregnant. It’s my sixth month of pregnancy now, if that makes any sense, which I will complete in two weeks at 26 weeks. This baffles me because six months is always the month people use when they go: “Oh she looks like she’s about six months pregnant!” And if people say that about me I can now say: “HA! I am!”
It’s strange to think that it’s already February – how quickly is this month going? Or is that just me? I have 15 weeks left in work, which if you are clever and have done the maths, means I am working pretty much up to my due date, assuming little boy is on time or late, which I’m expecting. I’m lucky that I have a job that requires my mind, not my body, so I’m happy to work as late as I can so I can have more time with my little man once he is born.
Me at 24 Weeks
I have developed baby envy this week. So many people seem to popping out bubbas, left, right and centre, and it really makes me want to cradle my little man in my arms. Every time I see a baby now, I am SO broody, which is a bloody good job really when you think about the fact that there’s a baby in my tummy and everything. Anyone who is more pregnant than me makes me jealous as I just want the day to come where I have to tear my lady bits to pieces and endure cracked nipples. This may sound insane but you have no idea how much I love this little wriggler. It’s like counting down to Christmas when you are little but SO much more exciting.
I don’t know if I am much bigger this week, mainly because he likes to switch position that often that my bump doesn’t really have a shape. I would say I am probably a little rounder and higher up, but I’m still feeling a lot of movement “down below” where it feels like he’s trying to kick my lady parts out of the way to make some room. This is most uncomfortable and makes me twitch and pull a funny face every time it happens, something which is difficult to control and manipulate into something half-normal in public.
|Growing slowly but surely!|
Aside from looking obviously pregnant, I feel fine, if a little tired. I’ve had a mental cold for about 10 days now, which is hard considering the only relief available is shedloads of tissue and the occasional paracetamol. It has given me good cause to whinge and demand lots of cuddles from Stephen and the dog though.
Baby at 24 Weeks
Happy Viability Day Baby Darroch! Yep, at 24 weeks, if GOD FORBID, Baby Darroch made his entrance into the world, he would have a 50% chance of survival. I know this seems like rubbish odds (who wouldn’t just want their baby to live regardless?), but it’s a huge milestone and one I’m thankful we have passed. Well done baby.
My little chunk is now 600g, which is a considerable weight gain from last week! He’s also reached full ruler potential at 30cm exactly. He’s starting to get that cute baby chub that we all know and love now and he’s well proportioned, losing much of that alien-esque quality he was so fond of earlier on.
His brain is growing rapidly, tastebuds have fully developed, and his
footprints and fingerprints are continuing to form, which I think is adorable!
One day I’ll be tickling those feet and giving those hands a little high five!
See you next week!