UP THE DUFF Week 40: And yep, still pregnant.

up the duff wed week 40

Last Saturday I was convinced the chicklet was coming. I had a slight show. I had cramps. I had flu-like symptoms. And I had the kind of back pain that required a heat pack constantly and only eased when I sat down. I felt restless and cranky and didn’t quite know where to put myself. I told Mr Chick I thought it might be happening, and we did a little squeeeee, packed our bags and got snacks for the labour and put my sister on standby. On Sunday – the day before my due date – I had some waters breaking and the hospital asked me to come in and …

UP THE DUFF Week 38 + 39: The waiting game.

up the duff 39 post

Very cheeky of me, I know, cramming two weeks of Up The Duff into one, but allow me a little leeway (I barely know my own name at the moment). Mr Chick took me for a Last Hurrah / babymoon / belated birthday weekend at my favourite hotel in Sydney last weekend, which was awesome, although I was very nervous the chicklet was going to come on the Friday night after we’d checked in. He was so low down and walking was tricky. When I sit still and he rolls around, I realise just how much of a BABY he is now. He’s a big boy. The doppler always shows …