Pampering

As well as bed buying, nesting and waiting, this week I have managed a bit of pampering too. It is a must for all pregnant women to pamper oneself in times of largeness and stress. Last week I had my locks cut off, I now have a shorter and more practical hair style, this week I have gone a reddy brown colour and covered the grey. I had a manicure and Pedicure because I can't actually reach my feet anymore.

I can't really fit into many clothes as bump has grown yet again. If NML could see me now she would be very scared. NML is one of my fellow work colleagues and blogers, I thought of her today because she became rather anxious about my size as I grew larger by the day, worried that I might pop in the office. Well I am much bigger now, I must take a photo to show you all but I am pleased with my nice round bump. I have seen some horrid looking ones in the past covered in stretch marks and veins, mine is rather firm and milky, no stretch marks or veins, just the odd foot sticking out from time to time. Bump can hold a bowl of icecream perfectly and a pint fits nicely on the top too, unfortunately the strongest thing I can stomach in my pint is water or milk at the moment.

After my last home visit from the mid wife I learnt that pineapple is very good to start things off, so we have stocked up. I have tried the lot, curry, raspberry leaf tea, long walks, a bit of how's your father, which was more like exercise than romance. I must admit I did giggle when I had to hold my legs in the air afterwards to encourage all the right bits to reach the right bits, if you see what I mean. Sorry don't like to get too graphic but that is what the midwife told me to do and I have been taught to do as I am told.

Now for the gross bits, so if you are reading this NML or any other screamish person, be warned. I had a show this morning, which is one of the first signs of labor. It is when the plug of the cervix comes out, rather gross really, a slimy plug of mucus with a slightly red/brown colouring. I told you, not very pleasant. But as it grossed everyone out I managed to grab a bath alone....Yes alone, with no child trying to wash my hair, throw toys at me or weeing in the bath. Just me and the bubbles and bump, it was bliss. I even managed, god knows how, to shave my legs!! Very impressed with myself. Whilst lying in the bubbles, watching bump glide around bubbles, rather like the Titanic dodging those ice bergs, I couldn't help notice how rather perfect my boobs were becoming, at last. One thing I have noticed this time around is my boobs haven't really grown that much, well now boys I am pleased to say they are starting. Now if MSlash is reading this he would be well impressed because they have reached that perfect proportion, as in nipple and boob size, sometimes in pregnancy you end up with the most enormous nipples but mine rather at that rather perfect stage. I dare say in a few weeks time they will be in a right mess but at that precise moment in the bath, all alone, they were perfect.!!

One final shock of the morning and the entire reason for me to turn on my computer was the shock that came next in the bath. After a good 10 minutes alone I was pleasantly surprised by a little quite Megan, asking very politely if I would mind terribly if she joined me in my bubbles. As she asked so nicely I melted and agreed, only if she sat at the tap end mind you!. As I attempted to pull off her vest I had a bit of shock.....Spots...And big ones....Some had even started to weep......Oh my god....... Chicken pox had finally struck the Daniels household, a day after I was due to give birth.....What else can he who can not be named put on us.!

I had noticed a spot on Megans face the night before, but she seemed really embraced by it and just wouldn't let me look at it so I just ignored it and with my pregnancy brain I forgot to look when she was asleep. Within one hour these spots were coming up everywhere, over her back, tummy, legs, arms and even her head. Poor little thing, then I caught her looking for wet wipes, I thought she had wet herself but she just answered 'no mummy I just need them because of the spikes in my bottom are hurting', I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, poor little lamb.

She has been very good though, they aren't itching yet and after speaking to NHS direct we thought it best to send Megan to the grandparents for a few hours and pray for labor to happen in the next 10 minutes!! I am still waiting a good two hours after I said goodbye to my eldest spotty one! Actually I am still waiting for my darling hungover husband to appear to look after me!!! fine chance that is going to happen! Sore point about the hangover, but I really can't be bothered to moan anymore about men, beer and rugby......I have to just got to get on with life how it is and be grateful for what I have!