Baby Blog: I'm Getting Impatient Already!

Hello the internet! My name is Amy and I’m having a baby boy called Freddy. In this blog I’ll be sharing the highlights (and lowlights) of being pregnant and eventually giving birth. So look forward to that!

Freddy will also be keeping a blog (100% legit ;) ) as he's already got stuff to get off his chest.
Here goes:

I’ve been struggling to sleep recently so have invested in a special pregnancy pillow which helps stop you rolling over onto your front. Well, it tries to, anyway.

On top of the sleep thing, pregnancy is unexpectedly ridiculously hungry work and I feel ravenous basically ALL the time! I’ve given up counting calories – mainly because I’m not even sure my baby brain could handle maths anymore.

I’ve also heard that babies can recognise music they heard inside the womb once they are born so I have been playing Freddy the same few songs every evening when he kicks around 7pm.

I’ve been keeping active by doing LOADS of ‘baby yoga’ to keep my mind occupied (and limit cellulite from eating everything in reach). The instructor says even the baby likes it – something to do with endorphins?

I reckon this must right because whenever we go into the relaxation session he likes to have a wriggle to let me know he’s having fun.

At the end the instructor tells us to ‘send a message to our babies’. I take it really seriously. A bit like whenever anyone tells me to ‘make a wish’ on my birthday. Well, you never know, do you?

Its only seven weeks until I meet my baby, all going to plan, so we are in full preparation mode.

We have decorated the nursery already. I’ve plumped for a blue and grey colour-scheme with stars (because he is going to be one).

We mastered the art of far too much flat pack furniture meaning I now know what a ‘washer’ is - and how to lose lots of them.

We have even bought his teeny outfit to bring him home from the hospital in. That is, after returning one set because ‘it didn’t feel right’. Like, as in literally. The wool was weird.

WE’VE EVEN BOUGHT LANOLIN! Brace yourselves, nipples.

Now I feel like all I need is my baby. Everything is properly ready but I still have seven whole weeks and frankly, I am getting damn impatient!

Everyone keeps saying that I need to ‘appreciate being pregnant’ but I’ve appreciated it enough and now am ready to get him out and into the world.

Even if it means night feeds and perpetual nappy changing – I signed up for this and I am ready to get going!

Currently, I just feel like I am stuck in weird, time limbo.

Freddy’s diary:

It’s getting most cramped in here now, I hope I haven’t got too much more growing to do. You’d really think the accommodation would be more spacious these days.

I am already planning a strongly worded review on TripAdvisor as soon as I’m out of here. Although I’ll admit, the food is pretty decent – maybe that’s why my Mum tends to eat so much?

My Mum listens to the weirdest music – I’ve taken to giving her a kick every time she puts it on too loud. I’m trying to sleep and it’s annoying, OK? Us babies need our rest, y’know.

Not that it’s easy to sleep when your Mum keeps squashing you by rolling on top of you in the middle of the night. She’s not too good at this sharing lark, my Mum.

This is when I was twelve weeks old. My Mum says it looks like I am holding a cocktail glass. I have no idea what that means but hopefully you will?

Back then, she was totally convinced I was a girl – I could hear her telling EVERYONE. Needless to say she got a bit of a shock when she found out I was a boy! I think she’s come round to the idea now. Just.

This is me the day she found out I was a boy (and that I have fabulous organs that are all in working order):

Not long now until I meet her – all I know so far is that she is quite loud and makes an awful din to anyone who will listen whenever I have a wriggle around. It doesn’t take much to impress her, it would seem.

She keeps lugging me along to this thing called ‘baby yoga’. I’m not too keen as I get tipped upside down and all sorts.

At the end they tell my Mum to ‘send her baby a message’ (that’s me) and every time she just keeps on telling me over and over again that she just wants me to always be happy. Before adding ‘P.S and good looking, if you can’.

Well, I would like to suggest that my happiness would be vastly improved with the immediate cancellation of ‘baby yoga’. All that downward dog really does give me a headache.