Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 104: Practice Run

May 27th, 2013

Well, upon all the planning, I ended up helping neither Vou nor Ebika with their respective house moves.

I could barely lift myself out of bed, least of all leave the house. So, I sent Vou my apologies, and proceeded to ‘assist’ them both via BBM. While Vou was moving in stuff she (or rather, Diana) had already bought, Ebika was still making quick dashes to the market, to sort out a few things. Even though she had initially kicked against it, and had insisted on only going to the high priced home décor shops on the island, by afternoon, the reality of her not achieving everything she wanted to on her budget, made her head to the popular Iponri market. From my bed, I directed her to all my ‘customers’ (as we Nigerians would call them), and gave her my opinion about all the things she wanted to buy. With Vou, even though she didn’t need my help quite as much, she did welcome the moral support from my calls and chats, and welcomed my opinion about the final outcome of the rooms she’d finished, especially as I have a good idea of Diana’s taste, having seen her tastefully done Oniru apartment. Luckily, Vou had done a great job with this house, so it wasn’t too far off.

Even though I barely lifted a finger all weekend, I still woke up today, Monday, exhausted and spent! Two more weeks of work! Jesus, please take the wheel!

I was looking in the mirror this morning , and I don’t know when it happened, but my bump has now reached truly epic proportions. The good thing is that it’s looking very round and bump-like, so I feel like I’m a proper pregnant lady at last, not just fat!

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Then again, on Friday at work, I told one of my male colleagues that I was off on maternity leave soon, and he asked me when I was starting. When I told him in 2 weeks, he looked totally shocked, which left me paranoid, wondering if people just think I’ve been getting really fat, and have been too polite to say anything? Then I put it down to the fact that he’s a guy, and wouldn’t have a clue anyway.

Work is getting very hard now. I’m always so tired and out of breath. Ose, my antenatal buddy, told me this breathlessness is because the baby might be so high up in my chest, and probably bashing into my lungs. I’m even finding it tough to drag my hippo-sized body out of my desk for lunch each day, but I’m trying to force myself to walk around for at least 15 minutes, to give me a bit of fresh air…and exercise too.

It’s terrible how much I want to stop working. I’ve even got a piece of paper with all the days I’ve got left in the office written on it, and every day I cross one through. Call me silly, but it helps me keep going. Note to self: I must remember to bin it before I leave, in case my Manager sees it, and figures out what it was for! High performer or not, I might be out of a job if she does!

On the way home, I saw about 3 cars, traveling with infants, and it just reminded me that I haven’t learnt how to work my car seat yet! Getting home, I spent ages practicing taking the car seat off travel system, and fitting it into the car. I even got Patrick to try too. Of course, being a man he said he didn’t need to ‘practise’, but when it came to it, he even fumbled worse than I, before he finally got it right.

I’m also more freaked out about the birth’ itself. It was okay in the beginning, as it seemed like miles away, and I could bury it at the back of my head, but now the idea of it seems very real indeed. I know it’s going to hurt (obviously), but I’m hoping (in a totally crazy way) that I’ll be one of those women who doesn’t feel contractions until the very last push. But, back in the real world, I just want to be able to cope with the pain, and be prepared for whatever it takes to get my baby safely into the world.

And I have been getting loads of Braxton Hicks’ contractions. I asked Ose at my antenatal appointment if that was normal, and she said I’d be having a lot more of them as I got nearer to my due date. I wondered if having so many practise contractions means the birth will be a breeze, but she just looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

Hmmm…I guess not then!

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