I'm a bit of a lurker but am so completely and utterly fed up with being pregnant that I just had to get it all down!
I'm 30 wks with DC2. Hated being pg with DD (2.10) and was determined to enjoy this one more, but so far, here is why I am considering locking myself in a room on my own for the next 10 weeks:
- The size of my bump is the first thing that anyone notices these days. I'm measuring bang on for dates, and yet "oh my God, look at the size of that" has been deemed an acceptable greeting by my colleagues and parents.
- I look very weary, apparently. Of course I'm blimmin' weary: I've been anaemic since 14 weeks and I have a toddler.
- My MIL is disgusted with us for not finding out the sex of the baby. Really, really cross. And she thinks we DO know but are lying to her (we don't).
- Both MIL and FIL have commented that childbirth will be much easier this time as the 'passage has been made'. I really want them to stop thinking about my cervix.
- If I want to eat every two hours then I can.
- I wish work would take my pregnancy seriously and stop treating my maternity leave as an idle threat. They've gone through my job description, crossed through everything they don't understand and advertised for fewer hours to cover the role. Trouble is what they've ditched is absolutely essential, still part of my current job description and contract, so won't get touch for the best part of a year. And I do wish they'd acknowledge that finishing at 38.5 weeks plus two weeks leave beforehand isn't actually 'so very far' from my due date.
- MIL has tried to take over parenting my DD, and has inferred that when DC2 is born she'll be looking after DD. Not just when DC2 is actually being born, but for a while afterwards too.
Sorry, that was a bit long!