Hello Meatballs

Meatballs, you and I turned a corner this week. For the past month Mummy (that’s me) has been very uncomfortable and in a great deal of pain at certain times of the day due to a trapped nerve caused by a baby’s head in her tummy.

This pain was still there last Friday evening as Mummy (that’s still me) got herself ready for a night out at an award show. I was determined to go out no matter what clothing no longer fitted or made me look like two pigs wrestling in a blanket. I was looking forward to it and it meant I got to have a whole evening spent with my lovely husband, my lovely sister and her lovely husband who was hosting the event. Besides, I’ve had my ever expanding pregnant ass on the sofa for too blooming long and needed to remind myself that I still knew how to have a good time and converse socially.

So we headed out with the trapped nerve pain coming along too. There was no stopping me even if it meant sitting in my chair all night.

Jodie was looking resplendent and fresh and I was looking……well, pregnant. Whenever I feel ‘beached’ and swollen I remind myself that my sister got absolutely enormous when preggers with her twins and now she’s right back to how she was before. Let’s hope it’s genetic.

As far as award shows go they are THE BEST evening out for someone expecting a baby/babies. You can sit there all evening in great company and be thoroughly entertained. You don’t have to leave your seat unless your bladder tells you in no uncertain terms to get yourself to the bathroom and the event organizers take total care of you in the food and drink department.

Robert the Husband was to my right and we felt good being out  together for an evening for the first time in AGES.

The music was loud and the babies were awake and kicking but the pain in my tummy was lessening. Odd!

Jodie was to my left as her lovely hubby was on stage still hosting the event so we got to chat and laugh and applaud and be there as support. As the evening went on Jodie and Robert got to partake in the consumption of alcoholic beverages while I got to have the bottles of wine they were drinking passed right in front of my face without being able to touch a drop. Thanks!

However the babies were still dancing, to The Kings of Leon no less, and yet I was still in no pain. Fantastic!

The host of the evening and his brother-in-law (Robert the Husband) got to chat briefly as a band came on stage and it was good to see them happy. Although it appears I didn’t have a press pass and shouldn’t have been taking pics of the ‘Talent’

Hee hee!

As I have decided not to touch alcohol during my pregnancy I didn’t see the harm in smelling this beautiful, ice cold beer that was sat at the table. God, how I miss ice cold beer. The foam on the end of my nose was an optional extra and I’m glad I opted for it.

The fact that I could bend forward this far to smell the beer was a miracle in itself. Where had my pain gone? Who knows but I’m not complaining or saying A WORD in case it came back.

By the end of the evening Robert the Husband was intoxicated enough to look a me in this adoring way without a hint of irony….

…as well as clearly feeling comfortable enough to swing back on his chair without fear of crashing to the floor.

While at the same time I was feeling so relieved to be out of pain that it didn’t even occur to me to say “Robert, are you at school? No? Then why are you swinging back on your chair in adult company then?”

As you can tell, an evening out with me at this time is every man’s dream, clearly!!!!! *ahem*. I’m sorry honey, I’ve been practicing my parental tone on you and it’s not very sexy!

But by the end of the night I had been pain free long enough to show my sister (and anyone else in the immediate area) what it looks like when a pregnant lady does a rendition of Beyonce’s ‘Single Lady – Put a Ring on It’ dance routine.

No, it’s not pretty, graceful, light or resembles the original in any way shape or form but this was not the point and it didn’t look as bad as when I do it in my underwear to Robert before he leaves in the morning. The point was I could move again, I could sway, I could do more than waddle…….I COULD MOVE, BABY. And if Beyonce was singing I was not staying in my seat.

The baby was officially off the nerve and my relief was palpable.

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We had a scan yesterday that clearly showed that, yes, the babies had both moved. The little boy has flipped and is now in the breach position and the little girl now has her head on the opposite side to where it was at last month’s scan. And I’m certain this happened on Friday night as they danced in my tummy to the very loud music that was playing as the award show took place.

So, in actual fact, all I needed was a great night out with lots of chatting, laughing, music and silliness to take me out of pain. Since last Friday I have enjoyed this pregnancy far more than over the last month and feel like I can get through the next few weeks with a better attitude.

Thanks Meatballs. Mummy will reward you with trying her very best to breastfeed you both as soon as you put in appearance if you promise to stay off that nerve.

Oh, and little boy Meatball, you have to return to your head down position before thirty three weeks I’m afraid if Mummy is to try to avoid having a caesarean section.

OK?

Is that a deal?

Kick me if that is a deal?

Thank you, precious ones.

Love, Mummy (that’s me)

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