My pregnancy had pretty much gone smoothly since I’d
stopped being sick and excluding the seizure right at the beginning. I was feeling pretty good, I didn’t feel huge
and I loved feeling baby move, it was comforting and just an incredible feeling
knowing there was a little life forming inside me. I was feeling less tired than before I was
pregnant which was possibly due to my Lamotrigine levels being lower, it made
me remember what life was like before I started the medication and went to
highlight the effect that they had on my tiredness and I think it’s more than
that, I think they dub down life somehow, it’s difficult to explain, but I was
feeling full of energy and just so much more awake and alert. I loved it, I was finding I could stay out
till 11 or 12 at night without feeling too tired and found I was able to
function on less hours sleep; I was starting to feel more confident in my own
body and the amazing little life we had created.
We also
started setting up the nursery, the most amazing part was that Nikki and Dan
painted an amazing mural on one wall of the needles. It really was incredible, so many people have
said how talented they are and what a beautiful nursery we have. My Dad also went up in the loft to see if
they still had my old cot, which they did.
It took Rich a couple of hours to set up as hardly surprisingly they
hadn’t kept the instructions and there was a crack in the head board but quite
low down so it didn’t really effect it.
It looked amazing, it didn’t look like it had been in the loft for 20
years and it was my cot… after having a couple of different mattresses
delivered and returned we found one which fitted pretty perfectly. I spent a weekend painting an old bookcase we
had been given and a cheap chest of draws we had bought white. I remember standing in the doorway to the
nursery, and thinking it looks perfect, it made me so excited about baby’s
arrival, I felt prepared and more confident.
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