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The final few weeks

At 36 weeks I'm now really starting to tire. I can't sleep properly, I'm never comfortable, and my tolerance of other people's crap is virtually zilch.

On the flip side, I've never felt happier, more attractive, or more content.

I've never been a good sleeper, always late to bed with continuous broken sleep, and an early riser.  That certainly isn't going to change!  On the plus side as soon as I finish work in just over a week I can start napping during the day.  Ah silver linings eh?

My pelvis hurts, I'm constantly uncomfortable.  However, the physiotherapist has arranged for a support belt, which I'm hopefully picking up this morning, and the exercises do help.  I shan't let this SPD stop me being active in these last few weeks of my pregnancy.

My patience is wearing thin. Yeah well, we all have crap to deal with in our lives.You do what you can about it, and just try to make the best out of what you're left with.  I've got so much to get done at home, not all of it will happen before baby arrives, but you know what?  That's fine, it'll all be fine.  I've got other things to worry about.

The birth plan is done, and I was pleased D was there for that so he really gets how I want to do this.  Now it's just a question of waiting to see.  When will it happen?  What will it be?

I'm so excited now.

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