30+4 week update


Well, it’s been rather an eventful week here in the country formerly known as the United Kingdom. Every time you think things can’t get any worse….they do. Today Boris Johnson, one of the chief engineers of this mess, decided he didn’t want to be PM after all and would rather stick to his day job as a bumbling toff comedy baby. Michael Gove (aka the Prince of Darkness), is positioning himself for top job instead. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. Nobody has a plan. It’s like Game of Thrones on acid. I’ve officially retired from reading the news…it’s bad for my blood pressure.

Anyway, the local news (ie, news from my uterus) is pretty good. Twins are merrily kicking away – both are now in a head up, feet down position and unlikely to move much. This would not be good news if I were planning a vaginal birth but it’s fine as they will both be coming out of the sun roof. One is wedged under my ribs a bit, giving me heart burn/acid reflux. Never had this before….it’s nasty and causing me to burp in a rather unladylike manner. Any tips?

My trusty cervical rubber ring is doing its thing. My cervix is still short – between 19mm and 21mm – but appears to be stable and my FFN (fetal fibronectin number) is low. I’m having a scan every couple of weeks to keep an eye on things but the docs are relatively happy. They don’t really believe in bed rest so I’m going about my normal life, which mainly involves walking rather a lot interspersed by sitting behind a desk.  My cervix and I are both staying positive.

What else? Well – I’m still determined to make it to 37 weeks. Our doc is pretty sure they’ll arrive before then (mainly due to cervix situation). Not yet please! Ive got things to do – husband and I created a pre-baby ‘bucket’ list. We’ve been making the most of our British Museum membership. We went to the IMAX cinema for the first time ever (16 years in London…!). We’re going out for a fancy dinner tomorrow night. I’m booking tickets for the theatre and a concert. We’re seeing friends. And…I’ve got loads of work stuff to sort out. Please stay put for a while kiddos.

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28 + 5 weeks – smile for the camera


Got a lovely surprise at the 28 week scan this week – the sonographer flicked the switch to 4D and got a great pic of twin 2 (‘Big Val’) smiling for the camera! Isn’t technology amazing? Isn’t nature amazing for that matter….I have somehow managed to grow this little person inside me for the last 7 months. Anyway, there she is – nose, smile and all. She’s currently horizontal under my ribcage which is apparently a good place for pics.

Twin 1 remains shy and mysterious – we got a blurry pic of her too, see below. She’s head up, bum down, somewhere where my uterus used to be before it got massive:


Anyway it’s very exciting and getting ‘real’ now. 28 weeks is the viability point for twins so Im starting to feel a bit more relaxed about my vertically challenged (ie short) cervix. Hopefully I can keep them cooking until week 37 or thereabouts.

What else is going on? Well, I look like I’m smuggling a national supply of tea and scones for the queen’s birthday under my dress:


I’m still feeling pretty good really. Having spoken with a few other mums to be I’ve decided that I am either A. having it quite easy or B. not a hypochondriac. Maybe a combination of the two. Sleep is a bit of a ball ache (can’t get comfortable and need to pee all the time) and by around 6pm, when leaving the office, I have cankles and sausage feet. Aside from that though – nada. 10 more weeks? Bring it on!

‘Fitmom’ versus ‘slummy mummy’

I found out this week that hashtag ‘#fitmom’ is a thing. Far and wide across Instagram you can find photos of mini bumps, six packs, women working out the morning they give birth, and post pregnancy snaps of ‘bikini ready’ bodies.

#slummymummy is also a thing. You’ll find photos of women shopping in their pyjama bottoms, women drinking wine  and women 6 months post-partum who weigh exactly the same as they did 40 weeks pregnant.

These hashtags offer the world a chance to critique pregnant bodies of all shapes and sizes. Behind the anonymity of a computer screen people can comment on women’s lifestyle choices and body shapes. ‘Fitmoms’ are deemed vapid show offs. Slummy mummies are fat slobs with no self control. It’s all part of the same modern shame culture which aims to define how women should look, act and think.

Pregnant bodies come in all shapes and sizes. Isn’t body shaming utterly depressing? The internet makes it so easy.  I can’t remember ever feeling concerned about my shape and size  growing up in the 80s and early 90s. I wonder how girls these days cope with it all. My single mum brought me up to be confident and strong – I didn’t have anyone telling me I was too fat/too thin/too lazy/too fit.Photographs were few and far between and likely to be a group shot of me and my friends in baggy Soundgarden t shirts. I wasn’t photographing my ‘thigh gap’, ‘muffin top’ or ‘hot dog legs’ and inviting the world to comment. I worry about the 2 girls I’m currently growing. Will they be Youtubing their hair straightening adventures in 15 years time?

So, there’s no escape  during pregnancy. I hereby declare that whatever women decide to do with their pregnant bodies is their own choice. If you want to sit around and eat doughnuts, fine. If you want to go to the gym and use your babies as handweights, that’s also fine. Let’s just stop judging one another’s choices.