Illness, two children who aren’t sleeping properly and the third trimester of your third pregnancy do not good bedfellows make.
I wasn’t going to blog about this pregnancy, but now I am more than two thirds of the way through I have decided to get some of it down to a) keep a record of what is happening as the weeks progress, and b) to give myself a virtual slap round the face if I so much as begin to consider that number four might be a good idea.
Not only can we not afford to have another child, we don’t actually have the space for the three we will have, let alone another one.
As pregnancy’s go this one hasn’t been too horrendous.
Well, that’s a slight fib.
The first 14 weeks were pretty awful. Morning (all day) sickness, constant nausea, unrelenting tiredness which coincided with my daughter, who had just turned a year old, deciding that sleep was for the weak and waking up for four or five-hour periods any time from 10 or 11pm until 3 or 4am. Thank god for CBeebies on the iPlayer.
The sleep deprivation compounded the nausea and sickness, and the kids watched a lot of TV while I ran back and forth to the loo to throw up.
But as I entered the second trimester things improved and apart from a bit of hip pain, back ache, heartburn, and three vomiting bugs caught from my son in the space of six weeks, I’ve been mostly okay.
Until my daughter caught the mother of all colds a couple of weeks ago and the whole sleep thing went totally up the creek, again.
To top it all off, she has passed the cold on to me so not only do I feel like shit but it’s as if someone has sucked every ounce of moisture from my head (other than the copious amounts of snot I am generating) and I will eventually wake up with a face resembling a walnut.
There is a lot of bed-hopping going on every night. If our four-year-old is in his own bed then we usually get a visit any time from 3am that involves feet to the face, stomach, ribs or back.
If our daughter, who is now 18 months old, wakes up then her dad usually has to pull the futon out in the kids’ room and try to get her back to sleep while she’s cuddled up to him.
Did I mention we live in a two-bedroom house with no room for a third child?
So with just under 12 weeks to go until this baby is due (my due date is the day after my 37th birthday), I am still slightly in denial that I will be giving birth, feeding a baby, getting even less sleep, and generally becoming some sort of blathering wreck as I cope with the demands of three children under the age of four and a half, two of them under the age of two.
WISH ME LUCK! I think I’m going to need it.