My digestive tract is definitely improving, however, it still reminds me is not over yet.
My nausea is much more bearable, and there are times when I try to reassure myself that I’m already this far ahead in this pregnancy it should be over soon.
I’m starting to be aware of Tres’ movements much more now. Each woman is different and not
everyone feels their babies moving as early as I did. They say that when you’ve been pregnant before you’re more aware of movements and you can feel movements before because you know how they feel like but I felt my first baby move at 13 weeks. Each woman is different and that’s absolutely okay.
I’m actually quite conscious of my body but I can remember when I wasn’t pregnant and felt
something in my tummy I thought ‘if I were pregnant I’d have definitely thought that was my baby
moving’ so who knows how many of those movements I feel are actually Tres’.
Heatwave or not it’s really hot. My feet are really swollen with oedema, even at the beginning of
the day. There’s not that much I can do. I massage my feet frequently but I also know I
cannot be with my feet up all day because of this. Sometimes, Zoé, my 8 years old, the carer of the family helps me with this.
I feel well and healthy otherwise. I try not to wear tight clothes. This is easy here as most of my
clothes are just summer dresses without buttons or zippers.
I go to the swimming pool almost every day. Some days twice.
I haven’t managed to exercise much as it’s usually quite warm and my daughters tend to get in the
water with me and keep me busy swimming.
No matter what time I go swimming I usually get company and I’m not complaining.
I’ve always said that the best pregnancy is the one when we are the happiest. Swapping a few lengths
for playing and watching my daughters grow will not make me any happier, so for now, family time it
is.
I had an aversion to my partner’s breath after he drank beer but it’s gone now.
I love beer. It’s usually my drink of choice when out. I’m amazed at how clear our body speaks to us.
I like beer, I love beer and my body is putting a huge ban on it.
Now I don’t mind when he kisses me while having one. Obviously, Tres was telling me then: don’t
even think about taking a sip.
I might do have some in the future, listening to my body, as always, and following its wise advice.
