19 August 2008

Bruised

Six months today! Three more to go!

I am bruised.

All over.

But inside.

Mind you, outside too – I keep bumping into things, dropping things, hurting myself with forks and knives and jewellery and pens.

But on the inside, it’s not my doing. It’s Sprog’s.* I am battered, beaten, shaken, trodden, flattened and crushed. Day in, day out, and at night too.

I couldn’t go back to sleep last night. It was only half past midnight, I had been sleeping for a couple of hours, but Sprog had woken up and just used my bladder as a punching ball – the loo beckoned. Then Sprog never went back to sleep, hiccupping one minute, kicking the next. So I didn’t either. Well, until about 2.30 a.m., that is, after lying still on my back on the sofa bed in the study, resting, reading, till my eyes couldn’t distinguish the words on the page any more.

I hope that this is not the first step on the downhill slope that leads to the abysmal first few weeks after Sprog has joined the world (till he/she finally sleeps through the night). If so, it will be a long winter...

* I don’t like using the name ‘Sprog’ for our baby, but Monsieur l’Anglais likes it and it stuck pretty much from Day 1, so we carry on using it. I did suggest using the boy name we’ve chosen on ‘he days’ and the girl’s name on ‘she days’ (no, we don’t know what sex the baby is), but no, he prefers to use ‘Sprog’, so hey, I might as well use it here too!

2 comments:

Maryam in Marrakesh said...

oooh, you are getting there! Lucky, lucky you. I so want another baby. Sigh. But my husband still is refusing to cooperate. He says that 2 is enough. But each one is so delicious that I feel greedy, greedy........Enjoy your pregnancy, lucky girl.

Lotus Flower said...

'Greedy' - now that's not a term I would have associated with having babies! Greedy like when you travel, like when you take pictures, like when you eat Moroccan couscous or watermelon (I loved those pictures on your blog!)... Mmmmm... I wonder whether I'll ever get greedy once I've seen our baby! Will I want plenty more the way I always want more time, more space? Will I be insatiable? Can't wait to find out!