You know you’re in the final weeks of pregnancy when it gets so physically challenging & painful to wear anything through your legs, that the idea of going out is just absolutely dreadful because this means that you will have to change into something and out of something.
You know you’re in the final leg of your pregnancy when you start visiting the loo too frequently within a 10-minutes window. Which can get especially frustrating if you’re in one of those hippie cafe with ONE loo (which means you have to queue, pregnant or not) only to release a few drops before you get embarrassed from any sort of stress incontinence from laughing, sneezing and coughing (which I found these poise pads to be really good for both pregnancies btw).
You know you’re in the final leg of pregnancy when you can’t sleep no matter how hard you try because your thigh and calves suffer from painful varicose PLUS the pelvic area hurts so much whether you’re lying on your side or sitting up. Sometimes you wished that you could sleep standing up.
You know you’re in the final leg of pregnancy and that you’re so near to the start of a great beginning when you finally get 30 big boxes out of one home to another, and the IDs tell you that your new place will finally be handed over to you on the Saturday to come.
And while I’m unsure of how many days we have left till baby #2 says hi, since the gynae kinda prep me for a “anytime now” situation now that Chungkin #2 has reached and surpassed Chungkin #1’s birth weight; I’m just going to continue soaking up every moment I have with Liam, family, friends that I’ve been meaning to catch up with, foot scrubs and pedis, cake craves, italian feasts and packing of the hospital bag till THE day.
Thankfully the supposedly irritable womb has decided to be a happy camper in the last week and counting so I’m making every pain-free hour count.