It must be noted that Ziggy was born when I was 36.5 weeks pregnant.
Baby could be here in 1.5 weeks.
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…..
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……..