Yes, I know what you’re thinking, I’ve known now for about 250 days now that I’m pregnant, but I still feel like it was just yesterday. I’ve had a really great pregnancy so far, knock on wood, sans the nausea (but I honestly don’t even remember that now), and I’m really thankful for that. I’ve said all along that I don’t mind that it takes 9 months as it’s so much to take in, so much you need to get for the baby, and then there’s the thought of labour.

The past week has been a little too much for me. I’ve gained 11 kg (24 lb.) and I feel heavy! And this is before the serious water weight sets in. So I actually said that I didn’t mind if the baby came last week. But I lied.

We went to the last preggie yoga session last Tuesday. It’s for couples and how the men can support the women, and how the women can breathe through the contractions, and positions to relax and stuff like that. And it was then it really dawned on me: I’m really gonna give birth to this little baby inside of me. Like, really, give birth. Through my you-know-what. And it’s gonna hurt. A LOT.

But I’m hoping the pain won’t be unbearable, and I’m planning to give birth without any pain medication. Uhm, that’s the plan, at least. What I’m trying to say is: I’m a bit freaked out right now.

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