27 weeks and still not capitalising on my extended girth.

It’s a shame isn’t it, that pregnancy is so exhausting. Apparently if I’d thought this through before the vomiting and the exhaustion and the waist expansion, I could have made this into rather a money spinner.

Instead, I am celebrating the beginnings of stretchmark growth and elasticised support underwear that come up to my boobs.

Way back when I first started taking pregnancy photos, I had this idea that they’d all be taken in the same spot, in front of my blackcurrant bush, and through Summer, Autumn and Winter, anyone paying close attention would be able to see the changed in the bush that mimicked the growth of my stomach.

Of course, now that it’s actually Winter, that idea seems like a terrible one – especially when I headed outside to take the 27 week photo, only to be hit by icy cutting wind and a desire to go back inside Right Now.

Then the problem was finding somewhere inside my house to take the photos. Nathan recently bought new creamy coloured curtains – so score. Playing around with the camera to actually get a photo that wasn’t a mere silhouette, or terribly blurry – that took a while.

So! I have a new stretchmark and that is the most exciting thing to report for this week. It’s not really “new” in that it’s a continuation of an old stretch mark left over from the last time I put myself through this. I’m thinking though, if I’m really lucky, it will cross over my belly button and leave an interesting looking cross in the middle of my stomach.

It’s the little things.

Nothing interesting to report. The uterine dweller continues to mimick an octopus, my blood pressure continues to sit at a ridiculously low level and my pelvis continues to fall apart.

Pregnancy is boring.