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I've been noticing more and more that my favourite posture is leaning slightly forward almost exactly as I do when tricycling; it's rather difficult to maintain when sitting about at home though. This baby, much more than Linnea did, has definite ideas about how I should sit and stand and lie and walk. I often wake flat on my back, hips aching, baby blissed out and quiet, and have to ask Rob to roll me over so that my hips and back can recover. The baby doesn't like me lying on my side though, and tends to wake aggressively.

The heat means I've swollen very slightly; I can still get my wedding and engagement rings on, but they're not comfortable, and all the cycling in the sun on Saturday made my knees swell hugely. Yesterday I did a little walking around Oxford looking at the outsides of pretty buildings and the locked gates of shady parks, and my ankles swelled a little. Not much, for a pregnant person, but some. Hardly surprising, I suppose.

Linnea rubbed cocoa butter into my bump this morning and talked again about the tiny baby in my bellybutton. I think she's in for a shock in 5 weeks or so.

She chose her own lunch. At 10 am she led me to the fridge and demanded potato salad. At noon she led me to the fridge and demanded cake. Then she wanted gingerbread mans. Then she ate some wholemeal bread, without butter, and a huge pear. It all seems to even out in the end.

My antibiotics, for the sinus thing I had last week, are making me queasy and tired. But I have to keep taking them lest I create a supersinusvirus, which would be really very tedious at 33 weeks pregnant in an average of 30C heat. Linnea's cough is still coughy, and still not bothering her in the least, so I've decided to stop giving her the syrup in case it's been suppressing the cough and she'd be more productive without it. It could just be the heat and dust and so on of all the cycling and walking she's done this past month.

We've booked my mother's flights for her visit to see the new baby, based on the c-section date, since that's easiest. I won't need her so much for a homebirth anyway since we won't need to find extraordinary childcare :) but of course she's not keen ("My baby isn't!" as she said when I said "But it could be worse, Mum, at least my baby's ok," some 18 months ago).