Week’s pregnant: 25
Baby size in vegetables: Swede
Over the last couple of weeks we visited with Mr O’s family this weekend for mother’s day and his dad’s 60th. We saw loads of the extended family including his cousin, Marc and Marc’s wife, Sam who have a little girl and five month old twins. Being as broody as I am and considering how cute the twins are, I spent a fair bit of time with one or the other on my lap. Little O clearly felt that he was being left out and attempted to aggressively boot whichever one I was holding at the time. I think he wants to play. Unfortunately he won’t move on command for anyone but daddy so no one else got to feel him participating in the party.
Little O is now the weight of a swede and apparently just about as purple… but hopefully less lumpy
Weeks pregnant: 24
Baby size in vegetables: 🌽
For those who don’t know my day job is as a Product Manager. This means I work with a a group of web developers to build cool (and sometimes less cool but functional) things for the group of websites my company owns using a delivery methodology called Agile. In Agile we have something called a “MVP” or “Minimum Viable Product”. A MVP is the simplest release of your product you could do. It’s not the final finished thing you want to take to market but it’s something that you can demonstrate to others and nurture into something amazing through further iterations.
Little O is now the length of a corn on the cob or as it’s fondly known in one of his many ancestral homelands, a mielie
Weeks pregnant: 20
Baby size in fruit: 🍌
So Little O and I are officially halfway through our journey together and he or she now weighs approximately 300g. This doesn’t surprise me since my bump is getting bigger by the day. This is also the first week that Little O is being measured from head to toe rather than “crown to rump” AKA head to arse. This is because he or she is no longer curled up with his or her legs against his or her body but rather able to move around a lot more. Hence the description of a long fruit rather than a round one. I can attest that Little O is definitely taking advantage of having more freedom of movement and doing plenty of kicking especially at night.
Weeks pregnant: 18
Baby size in fruit: Bell pepper (still no emoji… what do the WhatsApp developers eat)
Last week I went for my somewhat belated 16 week midwife check-up. Apparently I travel too much and therefore my schedule doesn’t fit in with my local health centre’s clinic hours, so 17+3 instead of 16 it was.
Baby O is now the length of a bell pepper… not sure if it’s with or without stalk
Weeks pregnant: 17
Baby size in vegetables: Turnip (again there is no emoji for a turnip)
Before I got pregnant I wasn’t convinced I was going to like having a pregnant body. I spent the largest part of the last three years changing my body completely and controlling and molding its shape. While I really wanted to have a baby, I didn’t expect to like actually being pregnant and losing control of the shape of my body… and let’s face it, based on my previous posts during the first trimester I didn’t like it much.
Little O’s current size but hopefully not constitution… unless it takes after my Oupa Roy (maternal grandfather)
Weeks pregnant: 16
Baby size in fruit: Avocado (there is unfortunately no emoji for an avo)
After yet more travels Little O and I are now back in the UK along with Little O’s extensive wardrobe. I am honestly blown away by the generosity of my friends and family and I think there is a pretty good chance we won’t have to buy any clothes until he/she is more than three months old. To put things into context, my bag weighed 18kg on my way to South Africa. While I was there I offloaded 23 gifts as well as just over a kilogram of vintage car parts (don’t ask). When I came back my bag weighed 22kg.
Little O’s current size
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.
As you might know from my previous post, Little O and I are on tour… unfortunately without Mr O who is working. It’s been some time since I’ve travelled on my own and I have to admit that I found the prospect quite daunting. Let’s just say there were lots of tears at the airport (not just from me). I have a suspicion that pregnancy hormones were involved but even if you’re not pregnant, two weeks away from your partner is a long time. Read more…
I want to start this post out by saying that I know I should feel extremely grateful that I have people in my life who want to buy me Christmas presents. There is nothing nicer in the world than having people love you enough to want to make you happy by getting you things.
I am also an extremely practical person, which is one of the many good (and more interesting) traits that I inherited from my father, who I am just like. I like my presents to be useful, so more often that not I ask for clothes as gifts. Over the last two years my weight has fluctuated so much that I have been constantly trying to rebuild my wardrobe and I have been thrilled with the jumpers, blouses, skirts and jeans that I have been lucky enough to receive.