35 weeks – the give and the take

by | Mar 16, 2012 | Uncategorized | 5 comments

35 Weeks Belly

It must be noted that Ziggy was born when I was 36.5 weeks pregnant.

Baby could be here in 1.5 weeks.

1.5 weeks????


I'm nervous.

So let's take a look at how this pregnancy is tracking. Because like all things in life, God giveth and god taketh away, even with a poor, defenseless preggo woman.


GIVE – My arse has never gone the way of my belly during pregnancy. Excellent

TAKE – My tits have taken a hammering. They really have.


GIVE – I'm having a daughter and the shopping is EXHILERATING.

TAKE – I can't walk more than three metres without some serious pelvic pain. "Oh, my vagiiiinaaaaa!" I wail, much to Bren's delight.


GIVE – My abuse of deep fried potato has never resulted in a major pregnancy weight gain.

TAKE – Two out of three pregnancies have resulted in a diagnosis of Gestational Diabetes which effectively put the kybosh on eating deep fried anything.


GIVE - No stretch marks. Third giant belly and still all good there. If writing this is a jinx, I will be very upset.

TAKE - Ankles. I have none as of the last few days. To be fair, I have never known the simple joy of shapely ankles. They have always been…sort of….thick. But this is ridiculous. Observe my little piggy trotters…..

Little Trotters


GIVE – No haemerroids or varicose veins and I don't have a purple vagina. No, really, a friend told me her vajoots goes purple in pregnancy. But then, how did she know? I haven't seen mine for months….  

TAKE – I have to get this baby out somehow. Which may result in a purple vagina…. 


So I think the scorecard is pretty even. Although the cankles are a blow.

In other knocked up news, I am downloading music to labour to, I still haven't packed my hospital bag and I have to respray some nursery furniture this weekend so that I can finally put away the bags and boxes that are overflowing with the fruits of my shopping labour.

Oh, and Jessica Simpson, please shut up about gagging for it during pregnancy. Brendon cries himself to sleep every night as it is…….. 

Hello friends


I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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  1. Belle

    My response…tits & ass, totally went by the wayside all 3 times (thank fuck for Michelle Bridges I have a small ass again!!!!) Sore vag..every SINGLE pregnancy!!! GD…blessed to avoid it. NO STRETCH MARKS???!!!! Smart ass bitch!! My tummy resembles a road map!!! Purple vag…escaped (& I so know who that friend is, he hee!!) BUT…it has been cut, grazed, & torn, in that order…
    Sorry for the essay gorg, have had a few sav blancs & feeling ready to share, lol!!! But, the most important thing, above all, is that you will have a DAUGHTER in, like, a month or so…EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

  2. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    Eeeeeeeeeee! And double eeeeeeeeee!

    I would love a sav blanc or two right about now. I really would.

    I think every pregnancy leaves a scar – literal or otherwise. Luca left a dirty big keloid caesar scar, for instance. Zig saw the demise of my tits.

    And Little Lady? God help me. I know I will need all my strength to survive her as a teenager….

  3. MJ

    I’ve seen your butterfly pics, and shut up. I disagree. No hammering of the tits there.

    As for your ankles? They look cute, seriously! And you know that will go away once little lady is earth side.

    Not long now. EEEEEEEEEE!

  4. melbo

    Wow, she is nearly here. Excitement is building …

    Oh the cankles – I had them after delivery. Less the second time but that’s because I worked out I needed to be in bed with my feet up in order to get rid of them. Aiieee – easier said than done with little ones underfoot, I know.

    Safe labouring pet. I found it best not to look at my private area or even think about it much towards the end, unless I really had to. The pain and discomfort emanating from that region were disturbing, that’s all I can say. If I’d seen anything purple it might really have flipped me over the line.

  5. Tina

    My elegant friend Lydia, you know, the one who gets horny whenever it rains (or even drizzles)(her husband loves wet weather) admitted she was like bloody Jessica Simpson and gagged for it during 3 pregnancies. She said this explains why she had 3 children really young and nearly went for a fourth. Weird!. But bring on my little granddaughter so I can begin her course in Aggravating Her Mother.


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