Pregnancy diary – week 18

With (some) of my energy returned, I’ve felt a lot more motivated to do stuff this week. The house had got into a state that was about as far removed from that famed ‘I am nesting so I must scrub and clean until everything is tidy and spotless’ state as it probably ever could be. So it was a massive relief to actually be able to delve into the chaos and attempt to restore some semblance of cleanliness and calm.

That’s not to say the house is now pristine (something which I massively doubt will EVER happen in any case) but at least it is reasonably clean and I’m not wincing every time I put my foot down to move around because I’ve stepped on some painful and unidentifiable object.

On the minus side, the ‘stuff mountain’ which resides on my side of the bedroom has expanded into a state of epic proportions again, due to a trip into the loft to retrieve all my maternity gear. I’ve finally reached the point where normal clothes are woefully inadequate at providing a comfortable fit, so I’ve had to fold up all my usual clothes and restock the wardrobe with more tent like creations.

Which introduced me to another problem I hadn’t considered – my previous two pregnancies were in summertime and hence all my maternity clothing is pretty much of the cropped leg, short sleeved variety…

In fact, some of the more skimpy sundress type options have been relegated straight back onto the ‘stick it in the loft’ pile as they clearly won’t be getting any use this time round!

It seems like madness to have to invest in a whole new wardrobe for just a few months wear, so I think I’m going to have to do some clever layering of what I already have, and a bit of scouring for bargains that’ll keep me (and Pippin) warm and happy.

In the meantime, I’ve been enjoying snuggling up under a fleecy blanket and enjoying a couple of mince pies. I know it’s nowhere near Christmas yet…but then if I can’t eat mince pies in October when I’m pregnant when can I? Thanks Mr Kipling!

 

 

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