As many of you will know, we are expecting squidge 2.0, due sometime in February (apparently on squidge 1.0’s birthday…but he was late, so who knows).
Today, I am 24 weeks pregnant. 24 weeks, in my head, equates to roughly 6 months. But I still have 4 months to go, so that can’t be right. Pregnancy only lasts 9. I’m 24 weeks through the 40 allocated for pregnancy (give or take)…but for the first 2 (at least), I wasn’t even pregnant. Thanks to the medical world for that one. So I’m actually 22 weeks through 38 weeks, which sounds more like 5 months. This makes sense because pregnancy lasts 9, right? 5 down, 4 to go. But then add on those other 2 weeks and I’m suddenly nearer 6 again, and I STILL have 4 to go. It’s no wonder parents count in weeks during pregnancy and the first 4-6 months!
So, I can only ascertain that I am a bit pregnant and while I’m unlikely to get any more or less so, I am likely to keep on being pregnant until, at some point, another baby is born. After either 9 or 10 months. Which will feel like approximately 25 years.
Disclaimer: This is tongue in cheek…I actually stole the idea for this from Dave Gorman, I think. Maybe it was another comedian. It was a while ago. And I was probably asleep. I might be asleep now. The last 2 nights have been hard work with a poorly toddler.