This week’s update comes to you from the sunny island of Crete. The weather’s hot, the company’s good, and they serve tzatziki with everything. I think I’m in heaven. Here’s a few photos:
Our apartment also came with the hardest mattress known to mankind, which was a blessing in disguise, as after weeks of crippling lower back ache (which wasn’t helped by 4 hours driving and a 4 hour easyjet flight), I woke up on day two completely cured. It may have been something to do with the exercises I’d been doing, or the fact I wasn’t sat in an office chair all day, but either way, I was officially a happy bunny.
I’m also going to get back on with the bump shots, so here’s this weeks:
Warning: slightly NSFW / slightly embarrassing bikini shot below.
Also, I have new found respect for these ladies who manage to take weekly bump shots in the same place with the same proportions. the angles, distance and pose is bloody difficult to replicate between photos, short of having a permanent tripod and an X on the floor set up in the lounge. These will have to do.
I wasn’t sure whether holidaying when pregnant would be much fun. Turns out, it’s pretty excellent. You get to sleep in, take afternoon naps every day, eat whatever you fancy, lounge about, and generally take it easy. I find I was unwilling/unable to sit in the sun for any stretch of time, and mostly sat under a parasol. I also got a bit dizzy a few times walking around in the midday sun, but as long as I had a sit down in the shade with a cool drink and ate regularly, I’m fine. I thought I would miss the lovely holiday boozing, but as we use the hire car most days/evenings, I wasn’t the only person abstaining. I also haven’t beat myself up over having a couple of weak sprite-shandies whilst I’ve been away (shock horror).
New this week: Nosebleeds!
Having escaped the first two and a half decades of my life nosebleed-free, I have had 2 nosebleeds in the space of a week. Thankfully, I’d read about this particular odd pregnancy side effect, otherwise, you can be sure I would be freaking the hell out.
The first happened quite innocently when we were chilling out in our apartment. I must have got up too fast or something, very boring.
The second happened quite spectacularly when my husband turned and picked me up in his arms in the sea. I thought he was being all romantic, until 5 seconds later when he dunked me quite spectacularly off the end of a rock in to the ocean. Cue me taking on a couple of litres of seawater, choking pretty loudly then glamorously heaving in his direction. When I thought couldn’t look any more cool, he told me I was having a nosebleed to boot. I tried to clean myself up as well as I could, and then something even more gross than all of that happened. A fish swam up and ate the blood/bogeys out of the water. Time to get out of the water.
Also this week: kicks!
The little one has made his presence known by giving me some pretty adorable and very undeniable kicks this week. I can no longer pretend it’s trapped wind. They are feet and hands and DEAR GOD THERE’S ACTUALLY A BABY IN MY TUMMY.
Next week: back to work, an appointment with the midwife and the start of prenatal yoga.