I Like Boring

What a naughty blogger I have been! No words from me for two weeks. In truth I just haven't felt like writing any. Mainly because I feel a little boring right now. You see I don't do much except be very fastidious about my routine. My routine right now is everything - it dictates whether you get a smiley Clare or a grumpy Clare.

And I haven't felt like boring you with my oh-so-important but let's face it yawn-yawn routine. But now I'm gonna. Mainly because there's not much else I can write about (or have the energy or focus of mind to...):

A day in the life of a very pregnant Clare

Wake up time - This tends to dictate my whole day. This is because it varies A LOT. Pregnancy insomnia. Sometimes I'm up at 5am and just carry on through, other times I wake up at 3am and get back to sleep around 6am and sleep through until 10am. And sometimes I actually sleep normally and wake up around 8am. This is the most unpredictable part of my day. I still haven't found the best way of dealing with the insomnia. I try to connect and have conversations with baby. But then my mind wonders and I start pondering all sorts of things - like the Greek debt problem, austerity measures, the routine use of antibiotics in dairy farming - and I realize that a pregnant woman's nocturnal political musings are not going to help the world a great deal and I should really try and go back to sleep, or failing that get up and have something to eat.

I look forward to breakfast so much. It is very routine. Which I like at the moment. Raspberry leaf tea, fruit smoothie, wheat-free pancakes with marmite. Prenatal supplements. Satiated.

If it's not too hot in the day I walk for 30 minutes with the dog. Dog has become my constant companion. He follows me everywhere. When I take a bath he barges into the bathroom and sits down on the floor next to the bath. When I go to the toilet he sits down outside the door. When I sleep he sleeps on the floor next to my side of the bed. When I watch TV he sits next to me on the couch. I am not allowed to do anything by myself evidently.

Then I gather my books and radio and sit in the shade in the garden (yes with dog). When I am getting hot and sweaty I swim in the pool for a few lengths and do gentle aqua aerobics. So dog is not left out I soak him with the garden hose and he cools down too.

Then after we have dried out we come in for lunch. Lunch is a welcome highlight of the day. Then I get ready for some afternoon entertainment - movie or radio now as Wimbledon is over - which I never finish as my eyes feel heavy for nap time. One or two hours of blissful napping. This is the key to a happy Clare. (Well that and lunch time.) If I don't get my nap I do become a raging monster. People kept calling me on my phone during nap time - so now phone goes off. By people I mean Mr. T. He does not remember/respect nap times.

Then I'm awake and feeling good. I do my hour of yoga. Then perhaps another walk around the block. Afterwards I'm ready for a light snack for dinner (it's so hot to eat much then) before my cool water bath. Then Mr. T has to step up for belly and foot massage. We are currently stimulating acupuncture points that lovely TCM lady showed us to encourage baby into the best position and encourage her to drop down into my pelvis. We have also started the perineal massage - more challenging than I thought and really not sexy. Afterwards I practice my self-hypnosis and visualization for labour and birth and then I am usually soundly asleep.

Yes these are lazy days. But it's 40C plus here. And I am nearly 36 weeks. And I forgot to mention that I pee 50 times in a day. And if I don't follow this routine then I can have a tendency to become a whiny b.i.t.c.h. And I did not want to inflict that on you blogosphere. So here is my first post in 2 weeks from a well-rested and smiley-if-not-slightly-boring Clare. But for now I like boring. Boring is good.