Here comes the fear...

I don't know if it's just because I'm so tired this afternoon after hydrotherapy (first in over week and particularly gruelling!) but I'm well and truly getting the fear this afternoon. I have less than a week left in the lovely safe haven of the second trimester (I'm 26+2 today). To me, second trimester means growing a bump, less horrible symptoms and getting out of the miserable secrecy and worry of the first trimester. I've really enjoyed it, especially as it didn't involve being in a road accident! Second trimester has been about watching Dylan grow and getting into the full swing of pregnancy.

The third trimester however is just plain scary. It's the one that ends with painful childbirth and a small pink screaming thing that depends on you for everything. It's made scarier by the fact that one of my bestest friends is about to produce one of those pink screaming things any moment now! The lovely Ailsy is due in less than a week and we are all eagerly awaiting the news that Hector is finally 'making a break for the border'. It's so exciting, but it also means I'm next, as everyone else I know pretty much is less pregnant than me - eeeeeeeeeeeek!

I feel like I've done the long climb up the first hill of the rollercoaster, and now I'm sat in the back row about to watch the front cars disappear over the hill! Not that I should be on any rollercoasters in my condition!