Each blessed week that passes without a complication is cause for celebration. And to mark 23 weeks of pregnancy, this old bird was treated to a weekend at The Atlantis Hotel, The Palm Dubai. Yes, the place is gaudy; yes it is stuffed with punters wishing to be seen, and dressed to thrill (notwithstanding the holiness of this time of year, Ramadan and all); yes, I was possibly the only woman not parading about in skimpiest of bathing suits.
Still, a weekend away, at home – a staycation – was just what this aching back required: pretty surrounds, delicious food buffet styles in abundance, no washing up, and long, winding, verdant paths to ramble through…
Good nourishment, fresh air and moderate exercise is just what the Seahorse orders. You see, Seahorse is now growing at a clip. It wriggles! The eyes are now fully formed and tiny little teeth are starting to appear. The wee critter resembles a doll-sized newborn, but thinner, as baby fat hasn’t yet developed. So my job as a good mother is to fatten the lamb up. With pleasure…
As for me, I feel clumsy, bulky and awkward even during the simple maneuver of walking from A to B, as my centre of gravity has shifted. Oh and did I mention my back feels like its breaking with this extra 8kg in my front??
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