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.

My sister is very interested in my pregnancy. Not in a way that you’ll think, like: “How are you feeling today?” or “Would you like me to send some good lotion?” or “Is the baby and mother alright?”. No, it’s more like: “How fat are you now?” and “Do you have any stretch marks yet?” and “Where on the whale scale are you now?”

And don’t get me wrong, I love my sister, and she used to be overweight so she knows how it is, and I don’t mind that she loves my weight gain a little too much.

So today we spoke on the phone today, and she asked me again about the stretch marks, which she also did yesterday. And I said, “Noo, I can’t see any, but I’m HUUGE! Seriously huge!” and then I walked past the mirror (and since I just had come home from preggie yoga and my yoga pants were wet from the nasty weather we have now, I was pantless. And then I see them. THE STRETCH MARKS. And I scream for Christian to come, and ask him, if that’s what it is, is that a stretch mark, OMG, can it be true?!!

And he just says: “Nah.” And I just stand there, trying to wrap my eyes around that big belly of mine and look under my belly, and when that doesn’t work, try to check in the mirror again, but I can’t really decide if it’s a stretch mark or just the strange colour of my skin nowadays, but I’m pretty sure it is a stretch mark, and I run to the toilet to find a lotion to rub on.

So there it is. I managed to get 10 kg bigger, 35 weeks into my pregnancy, that’s 245 days(!), until I got a stretch mark.

BOO!

I’m really starting to show now. Especially in the evening. We’re going to get maternity pants today, cause I don’t wanna wake up one morning and don’t have any pants to wear. And it’s getting there. I used to wear tight fit, low cut jeans, but just before I got pregnant I bought some loose ones, and these are starting to get too tight. Le sigh.

The funny thing is that I lost weight since the nausea, and since I got pregnant I’ve gained 1 kg although I look like I’ve gained 5. And I still weigh less than before I was pregnant. Oh, well, I guess I will gain more weight than I ever dreamt of in due time, haha.

My skin is another story. I don’t think it has ever been this bad, not even when I was a teenager. I actually got a Nivea Visage Young day creme. And my skin is normally very dry.

It still amazes me to think that, Wow, I’m pregnant!