This post about my 30th week of pregnancy is actually bought to you from all the way over at 31 + 5 weeks; I’m hoping the baby doesn’t inherit my lateness gene.
I could blame this momentary blogging-lapse on the third trimester catching up with me (at this point I went back to being unbelievably tired, especially mid-afternoon and when faced with the walk home from the train station up a hill, and two flights of stairs). However, this seems churlish in light of the positives we’re now getting in return, such as feeling strong kicks all the time and there only being about ten weeks until we get to meet the baby in person.
As I said in my previous post, having arrived at 30 weeks does seem like a significant milestone…although most of being pregnant seems to be about tiny steps to the next big one; double figures, the twelve week mark, the next scan, the third trimester. However, as well as reaching the dizzying heights of the baby 30’s, this week I was also pretty high up with an amazing night view across London, hence the photos. Our – festively early – work Christmas party was in the bar at the top of Centre Point. I lasted until about 10pm before heading home to bed.
And as I’ve not posted one for a while, here’s some updated bump shots.
I think it’s fair to say I’m now finally looking properly pregnant (no-one has said to me ‘but your bump is TINY!’ for a while).
However I also look, as my mum pointed out, as if I’ve had a very long day…I’m off for a nap.