Huge excitement that a mini Pure Lakes, n3, is due at the end of August has only been slightly tempered by the fact that I have been given the dubious title of a ‘geriatric mother’ or of ‘advanced maternal age’’. Here I waddle, the geriatric mother definitely feeling more overwhelmed than before.
Ominous phrases like, ‘they will now be a tribe’, ‘you don’t have enough hands’, ‘you are now outnumbered’, bandied around by friends and enemies alike do not help. Luckily Mr. PL is very calm and always has a brown bag handy when I feel the need to hyperventilate.
I have another dubious title of being the official worrier of the family. If there is a
potential disastrous scenario, chances are I will have thought of it. When fatigue
sets in it is incredible where my mind can wander. I try to fight against it and am
fully aware that the worst rarely, ever, happens and if it does, no amount of worrying beforehand will make it any easier to deal with. And yet still I worry and I am not sure the prospect of a third child is helping.....
One thing that helps is the fact that this is definitely and absolutely my last
pregnancy (I have it in writing so that Mr PL, one of 7 children himself, is clear).
Knowing this means I am actually trying and mostly managing to enjoy it. I am now over the wrongly worded morning sickness – yes it is worse in the morning but the phrase doesn’t encompass the whole day/night misery. However it really is a wondrous thing creating a life and mind blowing that it can be done in only 9
Looking through all the previous baby and maternity items I am bemused to find a shampoo eye shield and delighted to rediscover my maternity jeans – best invention ever. It was not a good day when I actually had to break them out at about week 8....I tell myself that it is purely baby and not just an excess of bread and pasta and that, as I reach for another slice of toast, I am eating for two....
However one thing I will continue to worry about is my children’s skin and the best products for them – watch this space...