Thirty weeks and a bit, and it definitely feels closer to the big day. The belly seems to have undergone another growth spurth, resulting in my constant feeling of squashed-up-ness.
I knew from the diagrams that, as the uterus gets bigger to accomodate the growing baby, your lungs, intestines, stomach - just about everything else - is displaced into the ever-decreasing available body space. I just didn't realise quite how uncomfortable it was going to make me.
My mum's getting psyched too. She's been less and less demanding of me for weeks now; mum's advised me to get the boy to hang out the washing for me because our clothesline is up several steps, and even offered to stump up the cash for taxi fares so I can get to work in greater comfort (although I'll keep bussing and walking for as long as possible, just for the exercise).
We had another look at the baby gear shops and once again left without buying anything, only this time at least we have a list of the big-ticket items we'll get when the boy gets around to actually buying anything:
1) one of those vibrating baby chairs, as seen on Sex and the City (not one of Samamtha's sex toys, Miranda has one for her son)
2) a car seat of some sort for 6 months and over - we'll probably rent an infant-sized one from the Plunket Society
3) a portable cot which comes with 2 mattress layers (the higher one for newborn and the lower one for over 6 months) and a nappy change platform
4) several punk t-shirts, 'cos the boy just won't be able to resist
5) a buggy which can accomodate both infant-size and older
We went to a kiddie-gear fair today, a fundraiser for a local playcentre. I was disappointed that most of the stuff was clothing (although there were three buggies for sale), because I was hoping to find...you know, gear. Still, I managed to spend over one hundred bucks on used clothing and a couple of new fleece blankets. Everything was just so cute that it was hard not to buy stuff.