I am 33 weeks and 4 days. This Thursday I will be 34 weeks, and I wont lie, I just want this baby out of me, I want to be able to hold him / her, to be able to finally see the little nose and ears, to hold his / her tiny little hand and to play ‘This Little Piggy’ on my little babies tootsies.

I am constantly being kicked in the ribs and am suffering from heartburn / acid indigestion – which is awful. I can’t sleep very well, I am always way too hot I can never get comfy and if I do find a comfy spot then baby decides to wriggle and I have to dash to the toilet and then lose my lovely comfortable position.

And my partner, don’t even get me started on him! He does just not understand pregnancy, He doesn’t understand why I’m so tired all the time, I’m now on maternity leave and he thinks that I no longer have a reason to be tired… The fool! I want to slap him half the time, he tells me I can’t do this or that, then moans at me when the washing up isn’t done, because I couldn’t stand due to freakin’ pelvic pressure!! I love him, but he makes me so so mad.

I’ve got my maternity bag(s) sorted, the pram is bought (I’ve had a good play with it, running around the house) It’s a travel system from Mothercare, and I LOVE it šŸ˜€ my parents are going to have the car seat due to the fact that we don’t have a car. Babies nursery is painted, 2 of the walls are a lovely yellow and the other 2 are cream with ducksĀ stenciled on as a border šŸ˜€ babies cot is up, am going to take the mattress out of the plastic at the start of next month, so that is it aired and fresh for babies arrival.

We have pretty much all babiesĀ essentials bought, we have his / her coming home clothes, stacks and stacks of nappies, we have the steriliser and even have babies Christmas outfit sorted šŸ˜€ (he / she is going to be dresses as a reindeer!!! – I know, so cute)!

So in all, we are prepared for baby, all we really need are the monitors and a set of curtains…

But I wont lie, I am absolutely terrified. I have NO idea what to expect when labour starts….. What if baby is too big to fit out? and I have to have a c-section? What if my baby is starved of oxygen when coming out and becomes disabled? I am terrified of something going wrong! What if I get pre-eclampsia? What if my baby is still born? I just don’t think I could handle that. I love this little sproglet so much, I couldn’t handle it if something happened…

Get this Baby Out