Today I went to my Stoolball (www.stoolball.co.uk for those of you who don't know what it is) teams annual tournament that I would usually be playing in. It was quite bizarre being on the sidelines basking in the sun watching. I wouldn't say it was all that unpleasant either! Of course I missed the team camaraderie, the buzz of getting a catch or hitting a four but not having any pressure, just sitting watching was a welcome change.
My team didn't win this year (which is unusual - honestly!) but I look forward to getting back into it next year... maybe bizarrely with Matt at the sidelines and Bob waddling around next to him!? I remember watching my mum playing stoolball when I was a little girl... I wonder if my child will play too!? Or if the game will still be going then. It seems to be struggling a little these days.
Whilst at the tournament I knew of three other pregnant women there, all due in July! I seem to be quite small comparatively in size but then I am quite small anyway. I don't feel small! I have to say I am looking forward to being able to move quickly and sleep on my front again.
Bob must be getting frustrated these days with the lack of space as I am feeling a lot of movement. I realise Bob likes moving the position of his/her bum from the right side to left. I know this because my bump bulges slightly more on the side where the bum is located. I also know that today Bob's head was breech (i.e. head under my chest rather than head down towards my cervix) because I could feel hiccups high up. These really energetic movements are quite painful, I get the urge to go to the toilet (as s/he pushes on my bladder) then breathlessness (as s/he squashes my lungs) and ultimately discomfort as the arms and legs move with the torso. Very strange.
Thank God for food that's what I say... now where is that left over chocolate cake...
:-)
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