So much catching up to do, it’s been madness the last couple of weeks

I’m nearly 22 weeks along and up 6 kilos, with a pronounced Tum. It now hurts to sleep on my back, so I’m now forced to find an alternative. That’s not going so well. Two weeks back I slept funny and hurt my left shoulder/arm. It recovered okay, but two nights back I did a repeat on my right shoulder/arm. If I want to lift my right arm from the shoulder (ie, not just elbow) I actually have to use my left arm to do it. It makes getting ready for work in the morning interesting.

Still on the sleep topic, I’m dreaming up the weirdest bunch of rubbish. Two dreams about armed robbery, in both instances I was one of the robbers. I held up a canoe & kayak shop. I have always wanted to take up canoeing, but this is a bit extreme. In another dream I mistook a puppy for my baby. I was still pregnant at the time, but was convinced I’d had the baby, and this Jack Russell pup was my kid.

My blood sugar levels are now more volatile than ever. I nearly passed out today after 2 cupcakes. The low GI diet my doc recommended really helps, but what good is it being pregnant if you can’t over-indulge on all the good stuff?

I can now most definitely feel Junior move, and he’s quite an active boy! There are rarely more than 1.5 hours between his wriggles, and for now anyway, it never fails to make me smile. Of course, if he has a quiet day it makes me panic … We had a fetal anatomy scan last Friday. He is looking great. Everything measures up well, but he already has really long legs. His dad’s child

As for work and studies, one word defines: Chaos! In a wonderful synchronization of utter madness, I had to complete work on items for a major release for our client in the same week I need to finish and present an assignment for my part-time studies. I’m still trying to recover. Thankfully I have a week by the sea side soon to help me relax. I return to move into a new role at work, so nice clean slates there too.

In other news, I have been riding a little, but it’s getting a bit awkward. I have a belly support band and that does help, but I’m running out of ingenious new ways to make my riding clothes fit. My friends will breathe a collective sigh of relief when I let them know I have stopped riding.

I’ve also lost the spring in my step. Literally. I discovered this quite alarmingly when trying to leap across a stream. My leaps just aren’t what they used to be and I narrowly missed landing rump first in the stream. Taking stairs two at a time is also something I can no longer manage.

Signing off now with more promises to update more regularly, but to make up for my bad behavior, I’ll post some happy snaps from the life of Alex.

We took the dogs to a local cross-country venue to stretch their legs and play in some water.

waiting in the truck, can we go now?

what a handsome boy!

in the water is the only time Cilla can beat George fetching sticks

throw the stick! throw the stick! throw the stick!