The dangerous nesting visit to Ikea

Today was the day. In fact it’s the second time I’ve been this pregnancy. I thought that the nesting instinct would get less intense with each pregnancy. Wrong!

I seem to be trying to organise everything. Things like ironing newborn clothes have long gone out of the window (that stopped with my first born), but buying accessories and rugs? I was there today. Somewhere between the aisle of despair and ecstasy, I picked up a load of stuff which we all obviously needed. Hmm.

The really good bit was, that I went solo, unlike last time. Last time I nearly lost two children in the bed department (they rigorously tested each one), much to my husband’s dismay. I also tried to put the eldest into Smaland crèche, which resulted in delayed tears from him, so a retrieval phone call by the time I’d even entered the kiddie section upstairs. So, in comparison, today was good.

One tired pregnant woman tonight but feel like a small time shopping genius, with coordinated bins and toothbrush holders… The three men in my life think I’m vaguely bonkers. Never mind, I’m off to recycle/bin the old stuff I’ve replaced in the morning. Nesting -it’s a compulsion!

A “quick” visit to the Consulant

Which took about 3 hours.. So I went in to get a check up and book a c section today. During measuring I came up as 4cms too small.. Straight off to have a scan. Baby had other ideas, she is in fact huge! Apart from her head, she’s on the 95th percentile on everything else and weighs 5lbs 10oz already!! I’m only 33 weeks! Only 6 weeks to go until c section. Seems far too real!

My definition of “getting organised”

Being pregnant is lovely. It’s privileged and I don’t wish to moan about it and its many random foibles (much, anyway).

One thing I do find though, is that I seem to be awake half of the whole night, every night. This isn’t fun when you know that, at around 6.30am, two very enthusiastic toddlers will want your attention and to play houses/monkeys on the bed or similar. Still, awake I am (like now, at 3.54am).

There is an upshot though. This has become my own time. I use it to plan for baby number 3’s arrival. I order random things online. I torture myself with images from Pinterest and laugh at funny posts online. It’s part of the reason I’ve started this blog, when I realised that I have no real record of the boys growing up, except in my mind. It’s my time to plan what to do next, what the next week holds or how I’m going to try to cope with 3 children under the age of five in a few weeks.

Being awake at this time has its benefits in other ways, despite my husband complaining and blaming my iPhone for keeping me up with its glare or my latest Kindle obsession. It’s my own time, my selfish time, my “I don’t feel guilty for being online time”. For now. In a few weeks, I hope a lovely newborn will be joining me. If she’s anything like the last two, then I will be googling all the things I’m not sure about, from cradle cap to growth spurts, as they crop up, reading books and trying not to fall asleep feeding. It’s a lovely time, the middle of the night. In its own way.

The laws of physics need not apply

So today I spent quite a long time stopping a pre schooler speeding down a hill on his bike, into bushes/trees/ditches and then pushing him up the hill on the way home. At 33 weeks pregnant. Now have a monster bruise on my leg, where I stopped Squidge from falling off by sticking my leg under bike. Ouch. Despite this, he claimed to be exhausted. It’s not right I tell you. I need a nap. Time for new Downton though, so no time to sleep just yet!

The rules don’t apply

Why is it, that, despite the fact kids went to bed late, they woke up earlier than normal? Seems inherently unfair.