It is 6.53 am and I am wiiiide awake. I have had the in laws here all weekend. And today is Monday. So, basically, it should be a crap, I'm exhuasted and cranky as all hell sorta post - but it isn't. Today is an awesome day, ecspecially for a Monday, but it would still be awesome if it were a Friday :)
Last night, I finally cemented my solution to the M's - snoring - keeps - me - awake - and - I - get - no - sleep problem. The final trial run confirmed, I do sleep like a log if I go to bed much earlier than him. I have had a full and deep nights sleep (with only one measly pee break!). I have awoken refreshed, to find my tax return with which I will be buying a mountain of baby things, has been processed into my account, so I have a full day if not week of shopping ahead of me, not to mention the stress relief of having my list of things to buy and do severely shortened. And I also trotted round to the bakery this morning after dropping M at the train and bought a small loaf of raisin bread - fresh baked and still steaming in it's bag. I tell you - this mornings was the best damn toast I've ever had in my whole entire life. It all ads up for a corker of a Monday so far, and I haven't even been up for an hour.
Last week saw me off at the pathology department for the dreaded 2 hour glucose tolerance test. It was, as predicted, entirely evil, and I will be getting the results on Friday at my next obstetrician appointment. I am still of two minds as to wether or not I think I have gestational diabetes, but one thing is for sure - with my current insatiable craving for all things bakery, if I do, it's going to be a long three months ahead.
Young Kung Fu (as it is now called) is kicking up a storm day and night as per usual, and the kicks are so much stronger now that they take my breath away on a daily basis - movements are now very visible particularly if I am kicking back on the couch or in the bath, which I have to say is entirely amazing and highly amusing at the same time. The only down points at the moment would have to be the fact that I am always starving, yet almost too scared to eat because of the riotous heartburn that follows, and the fact that what was a numb sorta feeling in my right leg from sciatica has now turned into a burning sorta feeling which is actually quite painful. Other than that - it's all good and I am enjoying myself immensely.
I'm still having enormous difficulty picturing anything beyond birth however - when I say this I do not mean I can't get past the fear of birth, not at all, on the contrary I've never been less terrified of anything before. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. I just simply can't see myself holding a healthy take - home baby. I can't look that far ahead, so I am consuming myself with making lists instead. Now in the third trimester, I do really feel like things are getting down to the business end, and I am definitely feeling the drive to have things ready, prepared, to be organised. My body, however, is not all that cooperative and I'm getting very little done before I conk out. The business of life certainly doesn't help in that regard - I seem to be flat out all the time, yet unsure at the end of the day of precisely what it is I have done. It's all rather confusing.
So at any rate, thats my way of an update, will be back with more after Friday's appointment.
28 weeks 4 days
