Curiosity

I don't even drink that much water, so I don't know where it comes from but I find myself rushing to the toilet every half an hour lately.

Now that I have 9 weeks left, my curiosity grows everyday about the new baby. I can't wait to see her, meet her. I think she will have such a fantastic character, personality; a wonderful human being. I know it because she has been through so much. She is already amazing to me!

Pregnant Traveller - Now a No No for Me

We are still traveling, still away from my first one and I am simply unable to enjoy anything. The news I am getting that my first one's routine and behaviour have completely changed is not helping either. I am in major panic that I have so much work to do when I go back and at the same time I have to get my first one back to normal before the new baby arrives. Terrifying.

To top it all, in the US - a first world country where u would never think such things would be an issue- traveling as a pregnant woman is not the best. The horrible smells, which come out if every building, the aged air conditioning, which all need their filters changed and which are impossible to escape as they are everywhere, the cigarette and cigar smoke lurking on the streets, high usage of mayonnaise, corn syrup and high fructose in every single dish turned the trip into a nightmare for me. Back home, I am so spoiled. I am spared from all these unhealthy factors that would put my baby in danger. Here I cannot escape them and this is worrying me big time about the health of my unborn child. My skin has burned despite rainy weather band sunscreen and the lotion I put on my body afterwards stung like a bee, which is very worrying too. I am just praying that none of this is badly affecting the baby I am carrying. 

Dancing Baby

Last Sunday, I gave my last dance performance before delivery at 31 weeks! I am very proud of my baby for being well throughout it all. Everyone is now expecting the baby to come out already doing flamenco movements.

My antenatal visit this week was good and bad. Bad in the sense that I found out that I already weigh 70.55 kg! I have never been this heavy my entire life. Every night, I keep dreaming of myself as an inflated, fat woman with chubby and ugly face and features. I guess that I am quite worried that I will always remain this big.

Good news was that everything is progressing well with the baby and the pregnancy. I even got to feel the baby’s head, bum and foot with my hands over my tummy. It was very cute.

The baby might be taking revenge from me this week though as ever since I stopped dancing, the baby doesn’t stop moving. Almost 24 hours a day. At times, the kicks really hurt too. So sleep deprivation is on the cards again. Anyway, I’d rather have an active, moving baby.