This week has been a pretty standard week in pregnancy. Belly got bigger, appetite went wild and emotions were all over the place. I don’t think I’ve cried over nothing so much before, I literally just need to think about crying and I cry. If there’s any casting directors that needs someone that can cry on queue, hit me up!
Honestly, I’m a little bit sad that I’m 30 weeks pregnant. This means I have a quarter of pregnancy left, meaning I’m not going to be pregnant for much longer. It makes me sad that I won’t have my bump much longer. It also makes me really happy because it means I’m going to be able to tie my own shoes again. I’ve been extremely bored lately, I’m at home 24/7 and it feels like I’m in Big Brother! All I’ve wanted to do is go to the gym, but I wouldn’t be able to do much so there’s not much point joining just yet. I’m going to start going on some walks, I just want to plan out some routes that I won’t get bored of.
I had to have an injection this week. I hate needles – other than tattoos and piercings, I hate them so much. I get all sweaty and tense just thinking about having to have a blood test or injection. It was the ‘Anti D’ which I had to have because of my blood type. I also had to have a blood test which I just hate. They weren’t so bad in the end, no after pain or side effects which was good. Whooping Cough made my arm ache for days!
Tiredness is catching up with me good and proper now. When I want to be awake, I’m asleep. When I want to sleep, I’m awake. I tell Connor to wake me up when he goes to work so I can actually get up and have the whole day and not mess up my sleeping pattern, but somehow I always manage to fall back to sleep for an hour or so. Then at night, when I actually want to go to sleep because I’ve been tired all day, I’m wide awake. My body is hating me so much right now, but it’s only going to get worse from here on out.
Pregnancy = 75% complete.