Week 39:
Play computer games/ internet in my underwear in a 15oC house as unable to leave my house without being chauffered (due to ice, SPD, and no longer squeezing behind a steering wheel) and had long outgrown most of my maternity clothes.
Undertake gymnastic feats such as working out how to reach the kitchen tap from different angles as my arms weren't long enough to reach the tap from the conventional angle.
Eat mince pies and despair when the online delivery ran out.
Nap to compensate for not sleeping for an hour in a row due to waking up to reactivate dead limbs due to carpal tunnel syndrome, then heave my gigantuan body over before repeating an hour later. 2 hours between newborn baby feeds was sheer decadence.
Get a taxi to aquanatal, find out it's cancelled and it's a lengths session in the main pool. Ask the lifeguard if I can do lengths with a float as I can normally swim a mile, but with 8lb+ of fully formed human in their own olympic swimming pool inside me, I have lost all boyancy.
Order even more maternity bras because I've just gone up a cup size for the 5th time and need more for the hospital bag.
No reading: brain too tired. No crafting: hands numb. No TV, too uncomfortable to sit to watch on a dining chair, and unless there was someone in the house to pull me off the sofa as I was otherwise beached on it.
Exist.
Despair that pregnancy goes on for everrrrrr
Get random warm up symptoms.
Spend a couple of days labouring and end up with a EMCS anyway.
It was not a fun week. I did not glow 