I saw the midwife yesterday for my 36-week check. Everything is fine.
Fundus measures 37cm, perfect.
Blood pressure is perfect.
Baby is head-down, perfect.
All in all, a very boring and textbook appointment.
I’m feeling pretty much the same as I did at this stage of my previous pregnancy. I’ve reached a point where I don’t really remember being slim, where the idea of not being head-butted in the bladder seems weird. This is just how I am, how it seems I’ve always been and always will be. I always throw up in the middle of the night, always get exhausted easily, always take the bus instead of walking places. It has become difficult to imagine myself any other way, either past or future!