Going into extra time

Just to let you know, I am still with bump. Our due date was yesterday, but no sign. In fact, I feel fabulous and not at all like I might have a baby any minute. We had a fairly energetic and packed weekend: went out for brunch, went to a museum, did lots of walking, watched DVDs and muddy people at Glastonbury on the telly and I didn’t feel overly tired by all this activity. Last night, we went for dinner at the house of some new friends we made at our ante-natal workshop, and we met lovely baby Max, who is adorable with big wide eyes and a mop of soft hair…ahhhhhh. I had hoped that Max might send some messages across the bump, to tell eric what fun it is out here, but he didn’t – maybe he told him to stay put!

Our midwife came yesterday and all is well: good blood pressure, good baby heart rate and so on, but she didn’t think he was about to arrive.

We hadn’t made any plans beyond today, so this feels like ‘extra time’, special time. Let’s not go to penalties, eh?


I went for a swim, 20 lengths. I was so happy to be going for a swim, feeling really chuffed that, at 40 weeks +1, I am still active and feeling strong. Unfortunately, I was put in a bad mood by a stupid woman set on spoiling my swim. I had the slow lane to myself because it was pretty empty, and as I swam I sensed someone coming up behind me in slow motion, then overtaking me and kicking me in the process. Grrrrrrr, doesn’t she know that if you climb in, you wait and leave some space for the person already in the lane, not overtake them and piss them off? She wasn’t even a fast swimmer, in fact she was one of those who swims with their head out of the water so as not to wet her hair.

Should have splashed her.


Thumb Twiddling

This is a strange and exciting time. Edward said last night that it feels like we are twiddling our thumbs, waiting for something to happen. When you have a set date to work towards, it’s so much easier: you cram everything in over a period of time, pacing yourself and timing things just right. Apparently only 5% of babies are born on their due date and 75% are late, so this thumb twiddling could go on for some time!

I’m incredibly excited about meeting our little guy, seeing what he looks like, feeling the body that has made lumps and bumps against my skin, touching the little elbow that currently sticks out near my belly button. I do have moments of nervousness though, wondering if I will cope with the pain, hoping that all is well, wondering if we’ll know what to do with him when he arrives, if it just comes naturally.

I have been keeping a book: ‘eric’s book’ which is full of text and images, telling him all about his journey. Something to pass on to him in the future. It’s interesting looking back and reading about how we felt when we knew he was coming, seeing how my bump has grown. It’s an amazing time.

Does my bump look big in this?

Hmmmm, just wondering about the size of my bump. People often seem disappointed that I’m not huge (and not waddling, or craving twigs and coal), but I feel quite big enough. Here’s a photo taken yesterday:

Bump 36 weeks

I am now 36 weeks (and a few days) and the bump measures 42.5 inches around the widest point. When my midwife measures him, he’s the right size for the number of weeks and that’s reassurance enough for me. I suppose I have just been sensible throughout the pregnancy and not seen it as an excuse to stuff myself silly with cakes – I certainly haven’t stopped myself having the things I want, but I seem  to have found a balance where the baby gets what he needs and I keep up my energy levels.

I’m sure the regular swimming and yoga must have helped too.