Waiting for a sign
I know I am just a few days shy of week 38, but I am getting so anxious and excited to meet little Sprout that I can't help but wish he or she would make a grand entrance RIGHT NOW.
I keep looking for signs of labour, but nothing much seems to be happening.
I really don't know if I have 'dropped' yet. To me, my stomach still seems like a bowling ball.
On the other hand, my bump is measuring a couple of centimetres smaller than the norm. Generally, a pregnant belly measures a centimetre for each week of pregnancy, and when the baby starts to drop or 'engage', your stomach will measure smaller because there is less baby in there, and more baby lower down.
The Sprout is getting stronger and stronger by the day. Its kicks (well, I suppose it's more like stretching now considering how little room to move there is) literally take my breath away.
It HURTS! When it decides to have a bit of a boogie, one whole side of my stomach goes high up in the air, and to be frank, it's quite freaky.
No matter how much persuading I do, this little one just doesn't seem the least bit interested to come out and greet the world.
I can't say I blame it. If someone gave me a warm bubble to live in, and attached me to a feeding tube I wouldn't want to leave either!
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