We've recently had a fantastic weekend in France, our final chance to get away with nothing to worry about but ourselves... it was truly fantastic, and we had such a good time. We considered it our baby-moon, and it couldn't have gone much better.
We've also decided that we're going to look into moving house, which is an additional stress but I gather a lot of couples seem to do this as their first baby is imminent. We've been renting for years, but we now have this overwhelming need to live in our own place, somewhere we can call home for many years to come.. so we continue to save, save, save - but you know what? It's very satisfying to save. I did always wonder how I manage to spend my wages, but I did often treat myself - I've had my fair share of beers and takeaways, but now I'm stamping that out and setting myself strict weekly budgets, and I've been fine. I don't feel as though I'm missing out on anything - in fact I feel like I'm gaining responsibility, I'm investing in the future.
Jackeline is pretty much constantly in pain now. Sleep is becoming a real puzzle because she just can't find a position where she can be comfortable, no matter how many pillows we throw in. I'm losing space in the bed too. I've set up a soft area on the floor where I can sleep if I do find myself lurking perilously on the edge of the mattress, but I know she'd be upset if I had to resort to that.
We're both getting a bit tired of this whole pregnancy thing to be honest... But it continues to be amazing too. The moments before bed when we watch baby rolling around, we can see Jackeline's belly moving. I'm hypnotised by it. I'll give her belly a kiss in the morning, and every now and then I'll receive a little kick back. My little connection with my unborn daughter.
Things are good. Baby appears to be healthy still, Jackeline is doing an incredible job of looking after her and I still feel as though we're in our little bubble going through this together.
I am finding it difficult to moan though, you know? I can't rightly get home and say how tired I am, or how my body aches - because it'll be nothing compared to what Jackeline is going through. I basically have to get my act together. I can't get away with feeling sorry for myself any more.
For what it's worth, I have been tired a lot lately.. But as I've been reminded so regularly, it's only going to get worse.
Jackeline is pretty much constantly in pain now. Sleep is becoming a real puzzle because she just can't find a position where she can be comfortable, no matter how many pillows we throw in. I'm losing space in the bed too. I've set up a soft area on the floor where I can sleep if I do find myself lurking perilously on the edge of the mattress, but I know she'd be upset if I had to resort to that.
We're both getting a bit tired of this whole pregnancy thing to be honest... But it continues to be amazing too. The moments before bed when we watch baby rolling around, we can see Jackeline's belly moving. I'm hypnotised by it. I'll give her belly a kiss in the morning, and every now and then I'll receive a little kick back. My little connection with my unborn daughter.
Things are good. Baby appears to be healthy still, Jackeline is doing an incredible job of looking after her and I still feel as though we're in our little bubble going through this together.
I am finding it difficult to moan though, you know? I can't rightly get home and say how tired I am, or how my body aches - because it'll be nothing compared to what Jackeline is going through. I basically have to get my act together. I can't get away with feeling sorry for myself any more.
For what it's worth, I have been tired a lot lately.. But as I've been reminded so regularly, it's only going to get worse.
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