35 Weeks Pregnant (and two days)
So it has happened again! I've gone a full week without updating this blog. I'm not sure what is happening with me other than I'm trying to deny the fact that birth is just around the corner.
I'm in a sour mood today but more on that later.
So I've made it to 35 weeks. I still feel wonderful. No issues with my health or body.
I have the same pressure on my pubic bone that I've had for the last ten weeks, so nothing to report there.
The baby is moving all day and night which means it's healthy and happy. Moving while I write this as a matter of fact. And now, the movements are so strong they jolt my whole body.
It's amazing that in only 2 weeks I could become a mom. Sometimes that thought depresses, or maybe a better word is saddens, me. I'm not exactly sure why it makes me sad, but it does. Perhaps all the anxieties of being a mom and being a good mom make me doubt my abilities. Further, I don't have good friends here. For some reason the more I try the less I come out on top.
The reason I feel so bad is because tonight I shared a picture of someone's baby and one of the girls said it was mean and hoped that I wasn't sharing their photos. Mind you, this photo has already been shared publicly and her family are all having a laugh about it. But I feel called out on it. I feel like a kid being put in her place. The friendship feels lopsided.
I often try participating in the group discussions and the women just seem to ignore or brush me off. They're all British (or commonwealth) and they are in love with this facking country. Perhaps it's just not in me to be friends with anyone here. I've never had issues being friends with a Brit (my husband is British after all), but the ones here are so cliquey and very disappointing.
Perhaps once I have this baby, it'll take up so much of my time I won't care. Or maybe I'll go mad with wanting to have an adult conversation. Who knows, but I just can't stand the back and forth with these ladies. Sometimes they're great, a lot of times they're not.
Why is it so hard to make decent friends here?
Anyway, let's see what tomorrow brings . . .
xo Jenea
- Everything is always okay in the end; and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.
I'm in a sour mood today but more on that later.
So I've made it to 35 weeks. I still feel wonderful. No issues with my health or body.
I have the same pressure on my pubic bone that I've had for the last ten weeks, so nothing to report there.
The baby is moving all day and night which means it's healthy and happy. Moving while I write this as a matter of fact. And now, the movements are so strong they jolt my whole body.
It's amazing that in only 2 weeks I could become a mom. Sometimes that thought depresses, or maybe a better word is saddens, me. I'm not exactly sure why it makes me sad, but it does. Perhaps all the anxieties of being a mom and being a good mom make me doubt my abilities. Further, I don't have good friends here. For some reason the more I try the less I come out on top.
The reason I feel so bad is because tonight I shared a picture of someone's baby and one of the girls said it was mean and hoped that I wasn't sharing their photos. Mind you, this photo has already been shared publicly and her family are all having a laugh about it. But I feel called out on it. I feel like a kid being put in her place. The friendship feels lopsided.
I often try participating in the group discussions and the women just seem to ignore or brush me off. They're all British (or commonwealth) and they are in love with this facking country. Perhaps it's just not in me to be friends with anyone here. I've never had issues being friends with a Brit (my husband is British after all), but the ones here are so cliquey and very disappointing.
Perhaps once I have this baby, it'll take up so much of my time I won't care. Or maybe I'll go mad with wanting to have an adult conversation. Who knows, but I just can't stand the back and forth with these ladies. Sometimes they're great, a lot of times they're not.
Why is it so hard to make decent friends here?
Anyway, let's see what tomorrow brings . . .
xo Jenea
- Everything is always okay in the end; and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.
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