#sneeze attack

I am now 33 weeks pregnant. Sometimes I still can’t quite believe I’m writing those words. I remember the days when I was just trying to make it to 12 weeks. Every scan felt like a mountain to climb, every symptom made me panic, and I was too scared to think about the future. Now somehow, here we are.

Thirty three weeks.

My little girl is growing beautifully, and she’s definitely making her presence known. Over the last week she’s moved so low that it genuinely feels like she’s trying to make an early appearance. The pressure is unbelievable, and walking has become a full on waddle. Her little feet aren’t attacking my ribs quite as much anymore because they’ve moved lower too. I even watched the outline of one of her tiny feet push against my bump. It was one of the strangest, most incredible things I’ve ever seen… although I won’t lie, it made me jump!

Mentally, things have been much harder. I’m exhausted in a way that sleep doesn’t seem to fix. My mind feels drained, and there are days when the fear creeps in. I worry about the future. I worry about whether I’ll be a good enough mum. I worry about things I can’t control.

I’m trying to remind myself that it’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay to admit that I’m struggling. It doesn’t mean I love my daughter any less. If anything, it’s because I love her so much that I want to make sure I’m getting the support I need.

This Friday is my last day at work before maternity leave, and I think my body has been trying to tell me for quite some time that it’s ready for a rest. I’m looking forward to slowing down and spending these last few weeks focusing on growing this tiny human instead of trying to be everything to everyone else.

Now… onto the important update.

The sneezing.

After teasing me with a little bit of peace and quiet, it’s back. Apparently my nose received the memo that we’re in the third trimester and decided to celebrate accordingly. Every sneeze now comes with a brief moment of panic where I wonder if I’ve accidentally launched the baby into the next postcode.

I’m convinced the midwives are going to hear me sneeze during labour and instinctively reach out to catch a flying baby.

At this point I’m expecting my birth plan to read:

* Pain relief.

* Deep breathing.

* Try not to sneeze.

Let’s be honest though… we all know that last one isn’t happening.

If I suddenly disappear from the blog for a few days, don’t panic. I’ll either be having the baby…

…or still be halfway through a 47 sneeze marathon.

Knowing my luck, it’ll be both.

Thank you, as always, for following this journey with me. Thank you for your messages, your kindness and your support. Some days are incredibly hard, but knowing there are people cheering us on makes more difference than you’ll ever know.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I feel a sneeze coming…

Asking for help is something I’ve always struggled with, but today I’m putting my pride aside for my daughter and our future.

I’ve started a fundraiser to help us build a safe home and prepare for her arrival. If you’re able to donate or simply share it, it would mean the world to us.

Thank you for reading, for your kindness, and for being here.

T.S.G

Today I’m 31 weeks pregnant. I remember sitting in bed during those early weeks, terrified to let myself believe this pregnancy might actually continue. I didn’t think about 31 weeks. I thought about 12. Twelve weeks felt like a mountain. Every twinge made me panic. Every trip to the toilet filled me with dread. Every scan felt like holding my breath until I heard that tiny heartbeat again. I wasn’t counting months. I was counting days. Sometimes I was counting hours.

Now somehow, here we are. Thirty one weeks.

My little girl has gone from being a tiny flicker on a screen to a little person with hiccups, favourite sleeping positions, powerful rib kicking abilities, and what appears to be a personal mission to remodel my pelvis from the inside.

She’s getting so big now that I can tell where her head is, where her bum is, and usually which foot is responsible for the latest attack on my ribs.

Pregnancy still isn’t easy. I waddle. I get heartburn that could rival a dragon. My hips feel like they’ve expanded into the next postcode. Rolling over in bed has become an Olympic event. And apparently my bladder now holds approximately three teaspoons.

But every one of those things is a reminder that she’s growing.

This pregnancy has also taught me that it’s okay for joy and fear to exist together. I’ve had days where I’ve been so happy I could cry. I’ve had days where I’ve been scared. I’ve had days where I’ve questioned whether I’m good enough.

But every week that passes, my daughter reminds me that we’re doing this together.

To anyone reading this who’s still waiting to reach 12 weeks…

I remember. I remember how impossible it felt. I remember believing I’d never make it here. Keep taking it one day at a time. One appointment. One scan. One week. Sometimes that’s all you can do.

And finally…

People keep asking whether she’ll inherit my sneezing.

The jury is still out. She hasn’t sneezed in the womb yet (as far as I’m aware!), but if she arrives into the world and immediately lets out six sneezes in a row, I’ll know exactly where she got it from.

Although, knowing my luck, she’ll wait until I’ve just changed her nappy…

…take a deep breath…

…and unleash the most dramatic sneeze imaginable.

Some traditions are worth passing on.

Happy 31 weeks, little one. Keep growing.

(And if you could ease up on Mum’s ribs just a little, I’d really appreciate it.)

Sneeze & Blow, Sneeze & Blow, Sneeze & Blow. That's pretty much my day 🤧

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