Susanne Remic is a primary school teacher, freelance writer and parenting blogger. She writes at Ghostwritermummy and Maternity Matters and in between all of that she regularly wins mummy of the year awards for running around after her two children, aged six and 19 months. This is her pregnancy blog: an online diary of her third pregnancy as she strives to overcome two difficult births, one angel child and one awkward toddler. Join Susanne as she shares every step of her journey from bump to baby!
Can we change the subject now?
By Susanne Remic on 14 Nov 2011
I think I am entering that stage where I wish people would talk to me about other things now. I’m a little bored with this pregnancy to be honest, and I’m assured by ‘my book’ that this is entirely normal. Nine months is a really long time to be pregnant and every now and then, there are other topics of conversation that can be discussed in my presence. Does that sound awful?
Yes, this baby means the world to me and yes, I am really excited to find out whether it is a boy or girl. But I also have other interests in my life. People are starting to look at me bump first and its starting to grate on me a little!
I think I am getting to that ‘get on with it’ phase now. I swear I started to nest this weekend, even if just slightly. You would think I was already 40 weeks rather than 25. I feel as though I am, at any rate. I think I am ready now to hang up my work pass and get on with the serious business of knitting. The thing is, there is just so much to do before I really start to settle down.
I’m not really ready for the end. Not yet. I just want to take a little time out from this pregnancy, that’s all. I want to drink a glass of wine (or two) and I want to go out for the night. I don’t want to come home ready for bed at nine o’clock and I certainly don’t want to have to get up three times a night for a wee. I want a night off. Or a few nights off. Is that so bad?
Loads of women reach this stage, I would imagine. This is the first time I will be pregnant over Christmas and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I have already refused my ticket to the works Christmas do, knowing that I will not be able to stay up past the broccoli and stilton soup and I’ve also had to turn down a uni reunion this weekend. I can’t drink, and I certainly can’t watch other people drinking and getting merry. Bah humbug!
It takes a kick. A tiny, purposeful kick. That’s all it takes to turn my thoughts back around. A kick from that precious life within that reminds me why I am doing this. A squirm and a wriggle that brings me back to full on blooming happiness. I’m taking a little time out from my ‘normal’ life but it’s going to be worth it.
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