There is nothing worse than waking up in the middle of the night and having to get out of bed and run around the bedroom trying to get rid of a cramp in my calf. Just as soon as I have managed to stretch out the cramp, another one appears in my foot. At that point I just really want to wake up my husband and get him to massage and stretch my feet. But it is 4 in the morning and my groaning and writhing don’t even stir him. Between bathroom wake-ups, cramps and just being uncomfortable I am dreading the final stretch, as I know it will just get worse.
Marlee and Bradley are enjoying my belly-dancing moves as well these days. They love to lift up my shirt and just watch the baby jab and poke my belly. They think it’s so funny when I tell them that an alien is moving about in there. One interesting thing is that when I rest our guinea pig on my belly, the baby goes nuts moving about inside. Perhaps he or she can hear the little guinea pig’s heart beating – or maybe the baby is just moving about because I have finally sat down and relaxed.