Thirty Three & Thirty Four Weeks Pregnant

9th January 2017 & 16th January 2017

This week was relatively uninteresting.

Thank goodness.

I think I need a little ‘time off’ after all the bleeding, the false labour, Christmas and growth scans. It can get very overwhelming if you let it.

Not to mention, being pregnant is pretty overwhelming in and of itself. I mean, you’re sharing your body with another person. How can a person really be ‘ready’ for that?

How can we be prepared enough for when he (or she) is supposed to come into the world?

Can you see how it can be overwhelming?

I did have one pregnancy related thing this week and it was my whooping-cough vaccination. Why do they hurt more than the serious injections that go into your muscle?

I swear, I was walking around holding my arm for two days afterwards.

The things we do for our children, right?

This week – week thirty-four – was a bit nuts.

No rest for the wicked and all that.

I started getting the feeling that I needed to get everything done. Not in the organising sense of things, but in the ‘everything I wanted to do for fun‘. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was running out of time. Quickly.

Quicker than I thought I would be.

I ended up hot-footing it up to Auckland to see my friends and enjoy one last ‘hurrah’ as a person in one piece. The weekend ended up being a mad dash of me running from one person to the next; from one end of the city to the other. I (quite literally) covered hundreds of kilometres while I was in the city for forty-eight hours.

…And I loved it.

I really, really missed Auckland.

I got to Auckland on Friday night and headed over to my friend’s house for a quick catch up. We got smoothies and sat on the beach for an hour or two. It was long enough for me to wonder if I was going to pee myself (again – wait, what?) but it wasn’t long enough at the same time. I swear, I could sit on the beach (under a lot of shade) for hours.

I got in my car and headed to another part of Auckland – and to another friend’s house – for a girl’s night. It was more like a girl’s hour for me because of my inability to stay awake, but it was great. Nachos, good people, non-alcoholic drinks (holla!) and endless supplies of snacks. And cats. What more could I ask for? Did I mention cats?

It was the perfect welcome to Auckland.

After I yawned more than twice, I got in my car and headed over to my family’s house where I stayed for the night.

The next day was…interesting.

I woke up and completed some work assignments that I had been putting off. Whoops. There goes my morning. I made up for it by having lunch with another friend. We agreed to a ‘quick’ catch up that was meant to last for an hour. Ha. How often does that actually happen? Two hours later and I’m sweating.


Possibly literally.

I was cutting my next catch up quite fine.

‘Quite fine’ is a translation for late. I was late. I almost didn’t make it, actually. Whoops.

After missing the driveway once twice, I finally made it to the house. My ex’s dad’s house. (Who also subscribes to this blog apparently. Hello! Maybe, if you’re reading). I was terrified about visiting his house by myself. I didn’t look pregnant the first (and only) time I visited, so it was a definite change. I’m not about to get into what we talked about or what happened, but I left feeling slightly less terrible about myself the situation.

The next day, I drove back through the city to meet a friend of mine and it turned out to be a lot more emotional than I had bargained for. Needless to say, it left me feeling slightly drained and I went back to my family’s house for a long, long nap (and pizza).

I saw more friends and hung around the city before deciding that I had to leave before I got sucked into the city lights again. I got home happy, but exhausted. I had more naps and more pizza.

Apparently that solves everything, right?


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