So, as pregnancy is pretty much all I think about these days, I’ve decided to start doing weekly updates on how things are going, exciting new developments and the things that are making me irrationally angry/weepy/an emotional wreck.
Let’s jump straight in at 16 weeks, shall we?
16 weeks has been pretty fun, if a bit emotionally draining. I haven’t really felt like much has been happening until now – from finding out to about 13 weeks, I didn’t look even vaguely pregnant and once the first trimester symptoms subsided, I didn’t really feel pregnant either (apart from the gigantic boobs, of course).
At 14 weeks a little bump appeared, but this week it’s properly popped out. Like, one day it was just my normal belly and the next, BAM! There’s a baby in there and the whole world knows it.
I love, love, love my bump and find myself dressing to accentuate it – I love stretchy dresses and jersey maxi skirts, and I’ve been wearing my Baby on Board badge wherever I go despite hardly ever using public transport. Everyone is super nice to me when they spot the badge and/or the bump and I’ve already saved 60p on train station toilets, so I feel like I’m really winning with that.
I have been slightly panicking about the size of my bump, though… it’s really hard not to compare yourself to other pregnant people, and I do appear to have quite a large protrusion. It’s more to do with the size of the baby rather than the size of myself – will I give birth to a 15lb beast? Will my baby crawl out like an actual toddler?! Probably not, but these are the things that keep me up at 3am…
Aside from the physical stuff, I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster ride in the past week. I’m suffering from what I like to call Pregnancy Rage, which basically means at certain times, I hate everything and everyone. I am so easily irritated, I’m totally impatient and I have zero time for faff. I just want things to be DONE and I don’t understand why people are NOT DOING THEM.
I also had a complete breakdown the other night when Rob asked what I wanted for dinner and I didn’t know. I just looked at him, burst into tears and said ‘I don’t knoooooooooooow’. We went for Mexican in the end and it was totally delicious so all’s well that ends well, I guess.
The emotional stuff is weird for me because I’m a pretty level-headed, laidback kinda person, so to be assaulted by all these crazy ~feelings~ is very new and seems a bit… out of control? But it’s such a small part of the experience – most of the time I feel beyond delighted with the world, so I can deal with a few tearful episodes and bouts of anger. No biggie.
Next week I’ve got a check-up with my midwife and a private scan which I’m SO excited for – seeing that little baby (hopefully) wriggling about on the screen is one of the greatest joys and something I’ll treasure forever. Roll on 17 weeks!