It!

I read a lot of preggo blogs. You do, don't you. You can't stay away. Nevermind that it makes me extremely frustrated and annoyed, and it also makes me realise that i'm not normal. First of all, i am not interested in a 4d scan. My neighbour mentioned this too, oh you have to have one, they're amazing, to which i replied that i think babies on a 4d scan look ugly. Because they do. All squashed up and alien-like. I don't think we're meant to see them before they're born, are we? I would probably walk out crying because the baby looked ugly. Then there's the gender thing, but we've talked about that. Everyone else is referring to their babies as he or she, while i call mine it. Not the nicest, but what else can i call it? Then there are designer prams, coffee cup holders, furniture especially designed for nurseries (why can't babies have normal chest of drawers?), clothes with Disney characters (HATE) and the constant affirmations of love for baby and husband. Hm? I find most people in the world annoying most of the time, including my husband, who clearly is amazing, but i still have the most awful rage and irritation thing going on. Lastly, this baby doesn't move... I don't upload little videos of my stomach being punched from the inside because there's nothing to show. Now, there's nothing wrong, baby does move and i do feel it, but when i read of people laying awake at night and talking about the crazy footballer in their bellies, i wonder what they're talking about? I mean, bill has still only felt a little kick ONCE. Now, either this baby is really calm and relaxed, or i just have too much padding. In actual fact, most of the times i forget i'm pregnant, or at least i forget there's going to be a baby at the end of all this. I keep thinking about being normal again come, say september, about red wine and flexibility, but somehow the baby isn't always in that picture... But of course i do love it and can't wait to meet it and all that... "It"