Please post here for our February Competition

All stories about your pregnancy experience are welcome and feel free to cover the good (as in “whoa my breasts look awesome!”), the bad (as in “I wonder how of much of this weight gain is actually baby?”) and the ugly (as in “oooh haemorrhoids are a bit nasty eh!”).

Let’s share so that we can inform and reassure each other and perhaps help educate newly pregnant mums too.

Good luck and we look forward to reading lots of entries

One entry will be randomly selected as ‘the winner’ February 28th

Are you wanting a long story Pen or a short summary of learnt experiences?

Whatever you want to write Lisa Some might want to give all the nitty gritty details and others may want to keep it short, sharp and snappy. I guess the main thing is to write it so that you feel like you're informing others and if that takes a few paragraphs or just one then so be it. Is that any help or do I need to go get myself a coffee and kick my brain into gear?

Great idea for a comp i'm loving this one. It'll take me a while to think of an entry for this one i'm sure. Thanks for answering my question it was a great help. This subject is so wide and my mind is spinning

This gives me a great idea ...well an old one to share.

My pregnancy story goes for 100 pages .I won't enter .A parenting forum I was on actually let us start pregnancy journals and people could follow & comment.

After the twins birth they printed it off and sent it to me.It's so cool to have this record , I keep meaning to get it bound.

My story is still in cyber space I think

What a wonderful keepsake you have of your pregnancy! I don't have the dedication or patience to remember to update a diary often enough to make it very good. I did one with my last pregnancy only because my husband was in another country for 38 weeks of our pregnancy so it was a way to help him feel involved. But even then it wasn't really much of an effort. I wish I had done more with it to be honest.

I'm sure your kids will love to receive a bound copy each when they are adults. It'll probably become a family heirloom

I only have one copy ...didn't think about that

As I sit here writing this I’m 40weeks - to the day - pregnant. Yes, that’s right, I’m due today!

My little girl is squirming inside my belly and I wonder whether she’s sick of being cramped in there, or if she’s loving it and doesn’t want to come out and face this big scary world.

As I reflect on the last 9 months I’m amazed at how fast it’s gone, and how quick my little girl is already growing up - and I haven’t even met her yet.

It seemed like yesterday I sat on that public toilet and peed-on-a-stick (just for fun) only to sit there for 10mins in disbelief at the symbol of a cross that had just so clearly shown up. This was going to change my life forever. And there was no going back now. Everything I had dreamed of was happening, straight away, first month of ‘trying’ – I couldn’t believe it.

My first scan: she’s only 9mm long with a tiny flutter of a heartbeat. I can’t actually imagine having a big pregnant belly, let alone actually having a baby. Actually, all I want to do is pee, sleep and puke. Right now, pregnancy is just about my own survival. People are happy for me, and I am happy… Really I am… I just feel really sick.. and really tired.. all the time.

Next scan – oh my God, it looks like a baby: a body, a head, arms, legs. She’s moving! She looks like a graceful miniature ballerina jumping around in her spacious, warm, safe home. This is really REAL now.

19 weeks along and I wake up and I actually feel … GREAT! In fact, I’m on a high! Nothing can stop me. I’m pregnant, I’m glowing, I’ve got energy, I’m excited, I’m loving life. So we go out and buy a dilapidated old house, move in with the in-laws and spend every spare moment renovating – Isn’t this mandatory when you’re pregnant!?

At the beginning of my last trimester I actually start to look ‘pregnant’ (not just chubby). People smile sweetly at me when I walk down the street. I feel my baby move, jump, and get the hiccups. We play games every night – I give her a little poke and she kicks me back. Does she know who I am? Does she love me with the same intensity that I love her already? I dream about all the possibilities for her – her personality, her hair colour, her cry, her voice. I wonder whether she’ll be a little rebellious like me, or calm and contented like her beautiful father.

And now, here I am: Only days, maybe just moments before we embark upon the enormous journey of labour together - I feel so relaxed. Through my tummy I can feel her feet, her knees, her elbows - but soon I will hold them in my hands. Soon I get to kiss and cuddle her. Nurture her. Soon I get see her in her Daddy’s arms. I will love her, unconditionally, every day for the rest of my life.

I’m ready for you my little baby girl.

wow, Februarybabygirl ...goodluck.

Okay that's it, we have to change topics. If all posts are like FebruaryBabyGirl's I'm going to be an emotional wreck for the whole of Feb Nice story, lovely in fact, and now I can't wait for you to meet your daughter even though I don't know you! Damn hormones still make me go all teary when it comes to babies.

Welcome to ABG, thanks for posting your story and I hope you stick around and post more