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?
Dress, Topshop | Jacket, Primark | Sandals, Birkenstock | Bag, Catbird | Sunglasses, Céline Baby Audrey
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…
Skirt, New Look | Vest, New Look | Cardigan, Boden | Sandals, ASOS | Belt, Gap | Sunglasses, Céline Baby Audrey
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!
Leave a comment