Weeks pregnant: 15
Baby size in fruit: 🍏
Little O and I are still on tour. Right now we are in East London airport. I was born in East London but that won’t stop me from admitting that it is the arsehole of South Africa and considering that it’s almost 40 degrees and they have no airconditioning it’s a very sweaty arsehole. But let’s not dwell on that.
Last week I went to the spectacular wedding of my friends Emily and Oli in Franschoek. I had planned to wear an orange dress that I could zip up 3 days before I left for South Africa but after the sudden bump explosion it simply was not happening. Apparently when you’re a mum improvisation is essential so I had to start practising and quickly find a back up outfit. Fortunately I had a kimono dress in my very sparse luggage and with heels it worked a charm. I think I better dig out some of my pre-weightloss clothes when I get home and start accepting that I’m going to be expanding exponentially.
This was backed up by my mum who I spent the last 4 days with. Apparently at 3 months I am the same size she was at 6 months. Eep.
My mum works and lives at my cousins’ bed and breakfast, as does my aunt so I was able to see all of them and my granny, who celebrated her 90th birthday.
The best part of spending time with this branch of my family was getting to hang out with my cousin’s 18 month old daughter who is the cutest most engaging, hilarious little human being I have ever met. Her little sister is on the way and will arrive 3 months before Little O.
I have the feeling these two are going to be the best of friends.
I have to admit that the first trimester of pregnancy was really disconnected for me. Little O felt like an abstract concept and the pregnancy itself was just a collection of symptoms that had to be endured. Now that I can feel movement (and I am considerably less exhausted and nauseous) I am really starting to bond with the baby. We’re like a little unit and for the first time I’m genuinely enjoying pregnancy rather than just seeing it as a means to an end. It also helps to stave off the loneliness because I really miss Mr O.
We have a few more days in Johannesburg with friends before we head off to reunite with dad… let’s hope his eyes don’t pop out when he sees the mega bump!