all. Not only is my body changing rapidly but my life is all over the place.Lets start with my bodily changes; I seem to have expanded all over, boobs, bum, belly and thighs, I still think I look fat instead of pregnant, my family in Cyprus took great pleasure in pointing that out to me. Most people look at me in disbelief when I tell them I am already 5 and a half months pregnant because I am barely showing, that makes me feel better, but in all honestly I have always been good at carrying and hiding extra weight. I saw my cousins wife who is 12 weeks gone with her 3rd baby and her belly looks about the same size as mine.
My boobs keep leaking, I am hoping that is a sign that I will have lots of milk when the time comes. Thank god for padded bras.
The baby now weighs about 500g and is 11.5 inches from head to heel.
No sooner did I send my last post, that very night the baby decided to make out it’s mother to be insane and was wriggling around all over the place. I feel the most movement when I am lieing down in a quiet environment, and each day there is more and more belly dancing going on.
We are now taking bets as to what people think it is. So far the majority are saying it is a girl for various reasons and based on different theories. Up till nowI have been told that because my face has sweetened instead of become wilder looking it is a girl. My belly is rounder rather then triangular so it is a boy. I have gained weight all over so it is a girl, Meli started kicking late so it is a girl. It is interesting to hear everyone’s different theories, both our mums think it is a girl and 9 times out of 10 the mums are right. I am still undecided as to what I think it is. Only a few more months to go now.
We just got back from Cyprus and during the first week everyone wanted to feed me. I gorged on figs and prickly pears which cleared out my intestines. By the second week I was able to fend off the family more and was generally eating when I was hungry instead of whenever food was infront of me.
I think I have only gained 2kg (4lbs) this month, better then last month. I am so glad to be home and back into my own routine of eating, and where it is cool enough to sleep at night again. It is so hard when you are staying with other people and relying on them for food. The good thing about my cousins house where we spent most of our time was that she didn’t tend to keep naughty things in her fridge and cupboards, otherwise things may have been worse.
While we were in Cyprus we went on a 3 day cruise to Egypt from Cyprus but because my husband doesn’t have a passport and up till now has been travelling in Europe using his Greek ID card he wasn’t allowed to leave the ferry, something we didn’t discover until the day of the cruise and we had already paid. So I spent most of the day excursion crying because he wasn’t able to be with me. I am not usually a cry baby but a mixture of tiredness, pregnancy and the fact that Egypt was meant to be the highlight of our so-called honeymoon meant I was very emotional. One good thing that came of it is that we discovered electronic cigars which he is now the happy owner of, so with a bit of luck he will now be able to quit smoking completely before the baby comes along.
We are now on a countdown till the end of the week when we are supposedly moving house, things are very shaky on that front at the moment. Hubby is not overly happy about the apartment we want to buy, it is a long story but to cut it short the building is about 30 years old and to the Greeks that is ancient. Very ironic for a race that is so stuck on their ancient civilisation and culture being the best. Either way our contract ends, on our small rented apartment, at the end of the week and the landlord has already found new tenants. I really don’t fancy living with my in-laws again, I love them to bits but it isn’t ideal, when we did it for a couple of months last summer I was on the verge of depression who knows how it will affect my very pregnant emotions now. It would be bearable if it was a temporary set-up but now I am not so sure.
All this uncertainty about the new flat has come about over the last couple of days so my emotions are high, I feel like crying at the thought of it not going ahead. We have been very unlucky in the past with accommodation and in the last 2 years have moved house about 4 times. I just can’t bear the thought of doing it all over again with a baby or being heavily pregnant. My mum is coming over for a month when the baby is due and no one seems to understand that our 1 bed apartment is just too small, even without my mum, having a baby means we will soon outgrow it. I just can’t deal with disappointment right now. And nothing seems to be going right. I hope to report some good news in my next post.
