Pregnancy Diary Week 33

Dear Diary

I celebrated my 33rd week of pregnancy with a Mother's Day celebration and it was extremely lovely. I honestly cannot put it into words just how much being a mother means to me.

I think I was born broody. In my early twenties, while most people were dreaming about travelling, I was honestly daydreaming about being a mother. It's become so much of who I am. My little man lights up the world around me and to think that in just seven week's we will have another little human doing the same, well it just blows my mind.

I was treated to breakfast in bed on Mother's Day and the excitement on Billy's face was priceless. I was not remotely hungry, but I munched away telling him how delicious the breakfast was.

Naturally, he gave me a hand and we had a little snuggle together in the bed afterwards. I hope he is always this affectionate with his Mammy because it really is the best feeling in the world.

It's been a week for reflecting on motherhood. A few days ago, my husband made a really good point. He was saying that in a few years we will be longing to have these days back.

Right now, when we hear the 5.30am pitter-patter of tiny feet we both think "oh no". In a few years, we will be wishing we could relive these days once again. That thought has helped me to be super-mindful this week.

I've found myself really enjoying making his little packed lunches for play-school and choosing his outfits for the next day. This is the stuff I dreamt about a couple of years ago and now I get to do it every single day. I won't lie, I'm not always this positive and chirpy but I'm feeling really grateful this week. He's such an amazing little boy and he can't wait to be a big brother.

I'm kind of all about the little things this week. When I'm focusing on the little things I'm not thinking too far ahead and that is where my anxiety tends to grow legs. This week I put clothes on the line for the first time since we moved to our new house and it felt great.

Little moments like this are great for my mental health. For those five minutes, I was in fresh air hanging up the clothes feeling very content. I love how fresh air can have that effect on you.

Speaking of washing - I am currently looking at a clothes horse full of BABY CLOTHES. I did my first load of baby washing and I cannot get my head around the size of them. HOW was Billy ever that small? It makes me so happy to imagine this new baby wearing clothes that their big brother wore five years previous.

It was so lovely sharing the experience with Billy. He helped me put the clothes on the clothes horse and he was delighted with himself. The house smells like Fairy and it's making me so so excited. Seven weeks and counting!