39 weeks is boring. Not to put too fine a point on it. This week I have been mostly guessing, second guessing, and triple guessing my body checking for signs of impending labour, and getting my gender warrior undies in a bundle over a smart blue pram.
I’ll be 38 weeks pregnant, or full term this week, and I’m feeling a bit like a marathon runner whose legs have gone to jelly in sight of the finish line!
I’m returning to my maker creator roots today by sharing the things I’ve been making for Baby Stitch. Including blankets, muslins, and crochet bunnies…
So the third trimester has arrived out of nowhere. OK, not nowhere exactly, but suddenly I’m almost 33 weeks pregnant, and somehow this came as a surprise.
Dressing a bump is a challenge, one that breaks fly buttons and makes underpants fall down, but these constraints have been a serious tonic for my fashion mojo
Today is day one of my maternity leave, and my mind is spinning out of control with Ideas and Plans and Schemes. I’m at risk of burning out on free time!