Upon being admitted onto the maternity ward in early labour with Spud, the midwives all had a laugh and joke about the size of my hospital bag. I had been given a list at my antenatal class of everything I might possibly need and I had stuck to it. Truth be told it did look like I was moving in or planning to stay for at least a month but as a first time mum I had no idea what I would actually need. With Spike my bag was somewhat smaller but just as heavy. We only stayed in for 24 hours so most of the stuff stayed put.
This is Dot’s birth story so if you aren’t into reading them vacate the room now!
So here I am 40 weeks pregnant and about to become a mother for the third time. No matter how much I have bitched and moaned about this pregnancy it hit me whilst lying in bed the other night that I will miss it. This is most definitely my last pregnancy, the hubby is booked in for the snip in early November, and I wish I had been able to enjoy it more.
Every week during every pregnancy I have taken a bump picture. I have albums from all of my pregnancies and don’t think I look half bad with a bump. Because this is my last pregnancy I decided to get a proper maternity photoshoot done. I was 36 weeks pregnant and still sporting a tiny bump so some of the poses didn’t work quite how I imagined – the ones of me lying on the ground were difficult to capture because my bump disappeared when I lay down! I am mostly happy with the final images, I have struggled throughout this pregnancy with body image so not entirely happy with how my body looks but I have captured a memory of something that I won’t experience again and that makes me happy.