Violet: dress: thrifted//shoes: Crayons from Mathers.
35 weeks has been pretty good to me. I'm feeling huge now, in that lovely way that lets you know you're almost done and your baby is nearly here. Rolling over in bed takes several seconds and occasionally involves some unflattering grunting. I've been thinking a lot about whether I'd like to have some music playing this time around. I'm still not sure. I wouldn't have even noticed last time if anything was on but maybe subconsciously it will help? I'll work on that hospital bag first perhaps. Speaking of which, I've bought most of the things I need for it. Nice lip balm, moisturiser, granny panties, sanitary products, hair ties, nursing stuff. Everything new so that it can just go into the bag and be forgotten about. I think we will try to buy a coming home outfit for the baby this weekend, depending on whether Rob's shoot is finished in one day or spills over into a second day. I'm getting pretty excited to meet our baby. It kind of still doesn't feel real, that in just under 4 weeks now (these pictures are a couple of days old) we will have 2 children.
Violet and I have been making pillow beds on the floor in the new baby's room (because she likes it best in there, her motorised swing chair from when she was a baby is in there and she loves to push it) and watching videos. We go through all the iPhone videos I've made since she was born. She's more interested in the more recent ones, that she can recognise herself in, but we're watching them all anyway, hoping to get her a little familiar with babies. We have the name picked and Violet calls my bump and all the creams I put on it by the nickname we've chosen for the name. That's pretty awesome! I wonder what she will think when the baby is here, being called by the name she thinks is for my belly and belly creams?
So far (touch wood, touch wood, touch wood) I haven't gotten any stretch marks with either pregnancy. Actually, that's not 100% true. There is a small patch around the scar from having my belly button pierced (I took it out 11 years ago, why is there still a scar?!) that is all stretch mark. It's only the size of a small coin though so I'm not really counting it. It's gotten a tiny bit bigger this time. I'm incredibly lucky. I hope my kids never pierce their bellybuttons.
This baby moves around a lot differently to what I felt when I was pregnant with Violet. I can feel kicks or punches against my hip bones and sometimes it presses down so hard on my bladder that I have to pee right away. There's much less movement around my rib cage. I wonder if this means it isn't head down yet? They thought it was at my last check up but I have another next week so hopefully they can be certain. Maybe this baby is just a puncher, not a kicker.