Pregnancy Diary Week 29

Dear Diary

It was World Book Day during the week and parents were encouraged to send their little ones into school dressed as their favourite character from a book they love. You can imagine my delight when Billy chose an avengers book and asked could he wear his hulk costume. I wanted to kiss the face off him.

Parents across the world have been making these stunning and elaborate costumes for weeks now. I've been admiring them on social media and then in the next breath feeling the absolute fear that Billy would want something similar. But no, this little dude has my back. There was zero coercion and he literally just wanted to dress up in the hulk costume.

I am not a very crafty mama but I would have given it my best shot of course. These days I am feeling really tired though so there was an element of getting "off the hook" here and with that comes a strange mixture of relief and guilt.

I can't believe this is the last week of being in the twenties. Next week I am thirty weeks pregnant and that just sounds huge. The countdown will be in single digits soon and that just blows my mind. I don't feel "ready", but I suspect I never really will.

We've picked out a co-sleeper and I can't wait to get it set up. We tried the whole Moses basket thing when Billy was a baby and it became a dumping ground/wardrobe for his clothes. I had never really intended to breastfeed but in the end, it worked out well and co-sleeping made it so much handier.

Co-sleepers seem to be really popular these days. Ours is the Babylo Cozi brand and it attaches to your bed meaning the baby is right beside you but still has their own space. It's adorable. We have also picked out our travel system and it's pretty much identical to the one we had when Billy was a baby. We used it for nearly four years and found it absolutely brilliant so if it isn't broken don't fix it, right?

There is a lot of talk online this week about body confidence and it really has me thinking. I've battled with it throughout this pregnancy. The cyst really threw me (more on that soon) and the idea of gaining weight has been difficult for me to accept. I've stopped feeling guilty about how I feel though. I know my body is doing an incredible job of growing a baby and I am so lucky to be in this position, but you just can't help how you feel you know?

Losing five stone was so transformative for me so gaining weight is scary. I've tried to focus on balance in this pregnancy and so far, so good. I've gained about a stone and four pounds so far and I'm feeling good. When I look in the mirror and see my growing bump it makes me feel so happy. I never had this for my first pregnancy and the visual reminder is a really lovely thing. It kind of stops me in my tracks throughout the day and makes me take a second to consider just how amazing the human body is.