So this body is housing a 3KG baby already.. and she’s measuring 2+ weeks ahead on the ‘normal baby scale’… so that means she’s about “full term” size, despite me having 2.5 weeks left.

Hoo boy.

I’m now at 8.5KG total weight gain and simply cannot. stop. eating. Fries, waffles, pancakes, cookies, chocolate… just get in my belly already! FEED ME!

Apart from feeling like the clumsiest and largest woman alive, I was actually doing pretty (very?) well on the fitness standpoint.

Operative word being “was”.

I was previously clocking in about 12,000 steps a day (that’s some serious mileage y’all!) and at least 1 hour of exercise daily. Wild yoga poses were also totally do-able, albeit looking like a upside-down camel and drawing alarmed stares from people.

Then a few days ago, her head dropped. Like, I’m-about-to-give-birth kinda dropped. There’s no such thing as TMI when you’re pregnant a third time, by the way, so too bad if this sounds horrifying for you!

So for the past few days, I’ve had trouble simply getting off the couch, walking is out of the question, and yoga has dropped from Advances/Power classes to… Basics. And even that takes it outta me and I’m shattered afterwards.

I waddle so obviously that people give me wide-eyed looks all the time, probably trying to spot the baby’s head coming out anytime now.

OKAY, thanks for making sure I know what your foot and toes look like, #MissChloeBurgess. It’s all good, so no need to show me twenty times a day, mmmkay??

Well, needless to say, this big baby of mine also likes to make herself known. And simply loves to do yoga in my belly, which sends me into a seemingly endless state of Braxton Hicks contractions. She’s facing forward, so my belly gets full force of all her kicks – lucky me!

I’m trying to prop my laptop on my belly right now while I type this…. and she’s kicked the laptop off twice already :X

Singapore’s incredible heat wave, coupled with my waddly-ness, has meant I’ve swapped my epic bouts of outdoor walking and exercise for the cool air-conditioned comfort of…. ermm… shopping malls.

Which, as it turns out, means my bank account is now the one that’s getting seriously kicked.

Well, it was Chris’ idea!