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25 Weeks

Tuesday, 8 September 2015



25 Weeks

Is anyone else finding it tough to sleep?

I have always been one of those people that could shut their eyes be asleep within minutes and then not wake up for 6-8 hours, whereas Baby Daddy takes ages to fall asleep and then can stir by the smallest of sounds.

Since being pregnant I am having a lot of trouble sleeping and it is getting on my nerves. I know people say that it is your body training you for when the baby comes but in my opinion I should be able to sleep now so when baby H does turn up I’m all well rested and ready to go. But no I am up at least twice a night to go to the toilet and now indigestion has kicked in so when I am trying to sleep I am lying there with terrible heart burn and indigestion plus my bump is constantly in the way. Why body why?!

I know my bump is in fact my beautiful baby but gosh it is getting in my way when I sleep. The weight of the bump and gravity do not bode well for sleeping, I can no longer sleep on my back as it hurts my spine too much and lying on my side means I topple over from the weight of my bump. I have had to start sleeping with a pillow underneath by bump to keep me straight and take the weight off the bump. This helps until I switch sides because in a semi-conscious state I have to remember take the pillow over with me to the other side. 

One night I must have been on one side for too long as the baby was lying on a certain nerve at the top of my left leg which caused the whole leg to go dead which was fun when I got up for my mandatory wee at 3am. After walking up and down the hallway to make the pins and needles go I had a numbing pain at the top of my left leg and groin which didn’t help when I was trying to fall back asleep.

I can walk in the pitch black from my side of the bed, around the bed through the corridor and into the bathroom without hurting myself, impressive right? Thinking about the positives.
The worst thing about not sleeping great at night is how tired I am throughout the day, I wake up in the morning tired and only get more tired throughout the day so by 6pm I am shattered and could go to bed. 

Let’s just hope all this ‘training’ does indeed help when Baby H gets here maybe I should start getting Baby Daddy up as well?

24 Weeks

Sunday, 6 September 2015



24 Weeks

I can proudly say that I am not afraid of the labour section of pregnancy.
In my head from the moment I fell pregnant I have had the same thought about giving birth and that is ‘you can’t stop the labour from happening so why be scared of it’. I can imagine a lot of women have wished, begged and tried to stop the labour from happening but as much as everyone tries it is going nowhere. We do not suffer with weak bladder, sickness and indigestion for 9 months to not get the reward at the end. 

For the past 5 years I have suffered with IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) and in that time I have easily suffered with the worst pain I have yet to go through. The pain is all in my lower abdominal which I can imagine is a very similar place to child birth.

Going through the pain of IBS I now know and so does Baby Daddy how I deal with (in my opinion) extreme pain and hopefully this will help for child birth. Firstly the pain comes in waves much like contractions, the tight, stomach punching pain can last between 30 seconds and 2 minutes and will then ease for a couple of minutes and it can go on like that for hours sometimes.

Going through these waves of pain I get extremely hot and need a wet cold flannel on the back of my neck to keep me cool, I will also strip of all clothes as they make me feel even hotter and very claustrophobic. I find the part of my body that gets the hottest is my feet and they swell (which is always lovely). This is one point I will definitely mention to the midwife’s as I will over heat and probably strip down.

The second thing I will mention to the midwife’s is that I deal with the pain quite internally and like to breathe through it and once the wave of pain has gone or subsided that is when I normally will talk to Baby Daddy and ask him for a new cold flannel or some water. I personally don’t think I am going to be a screamer as I do like to breathe through it and count in my head.

The worst thing I feel about my IBS pain is that I am not too sure on what my body is about to do and this is what mentally scares me especially when I am on my own. Sometimes I don’t know if I am going to be sick, pass out or poo myself! (All 3 of these things have happened, thankfully not at the same time). The one thing about giving birth is I know what my body is trying to do so hopefully fingers crossed this keeps my head in a good place and I won’t be too scared and plus I have Baby Daddy and a trained team on hand to help me with anything I need.

Hopefully going through the pain of IBS for the past 5 years will help me understand not necessarily the pain I will feel giving birth but how I will deal with the pain. It will also help those around me if I explain that I get very hot, don’t like my feet being touched and go quiet. Let’s wait and see what happens in 16 weeks’ time.

Baby Mumma xx

21 Weeks

Tuesday, 4 August 2015


Hello, welcome to the first blog post from ‘Mother knows best?’ (please notice the question mark) I shall start by giving you a little more information about myself; I am 23 years old and pregnant for the first time. Does anyone else feel this becomes the only way to describe yourself? I have forgotten how to describe myself other than being with child. A few more details… Baby Daddy and I have been together for 7 years even though Baby H was not planned they are more than a happy mistake. We live in a little town in England, 3.5 hours away from our family in the Big City (London).

I wanted to start this blog not to give advice as personally I am tired of people telling me what I can and can’t do but to hopefully help some of you who maybe are in the same situation as me and feeling the same way so you don’t feel too alone and we can laugh and joke about all the different stories. The second reason for starting this blog is so that baby daddy and I can look back and remember all the good and bad times before baby H comes into this world.

I shall start at the beginning how all good tales start…

I felt like crap! I was very busy at work, tired, poorly you name it and I felt it. I woke up one Friday morning and instantly had a panic attack (not fun!) I rang my dad as I do in any situation that I need help and he told me the first thing I needed to get sorted was my health so the same day I walked down to the doctors and booked an appointment for the Monday.

On the 18th May I sat in the doctors office telling him all the symptoms I was having and how low I felt and he was staring back at me with the most how stupid can you be look. Once I had finished my long list he calmy said “I am pretty sure that you are pregnant” you can imagine my shock! The first thought in my head was that I haven’t missed a period….(I know ladies scary right.) I took a test and there it was ‘Pregnant 3+ Weeks’. Baby Daddy came home that day and when I showed him the test he froze and hugged me for what felt like 10 minutes he eventually said that this was the best news and he was very happy, phew!

So that was it. The doctor estimated we were 8 weeks pregnant because I hadn’t missed a period he just went one back, little did he know. 4 weeks later when it came to having our first scan and they put the gel on my stomach and turned on the screen the lady said “Oh, they are a little bigger than we thought” Baby Daddy and I looked at each other looked at the lady and both said “What does that mean?” The lady responded, “You are not 12 weeks actually you are 17 weeks” 17 weeks what!? How could I of been pregnant for so long and not notice?

Now we are 21 weeks, over half way and cannot wait to meet the little nugget. I have plenty more stories to tell but not till next week, so I hope you all have a lovely week and I will see you at 22 weeks.

Baby Mumma xx