Nipples. Nipples. Nipples.
It’s not the fact that I think they are going to drop off every time I leave the house in this frosty weather, or the constant pregnancy soreness that I was expecting. It’s the matter of my piercing!
February 2017, I made the half thought out decision to have one of my nipples pierced. Stupidly, but rather typically for me at that time, I made the decision to go out drinking the night before and turned up two hours late, running on zero sleep and extremely hungover. I really don’t think that helped my already non-existent pain threshold. Getting my blood taken gives me a panic attack almost every time, so I’m not sure what I was thinking, probably not thinking at all. Glad I only opted for the one I’m not usually one for swearing, but the poor woman hand an unimaginable number of obscenities thrown her way.
One of the first things I did when I found out I was pregnant was check if having a nipple piercing was safe. From what I read, it is, but if you’re planning on breastfeeding the safest option is to take it out when baby is feeding. I don’t think mine had healed properly yet, because since the beginning of my pregnancy it’s been far far more sensitive than the other. On two occasions it’s actually bled a small amount. Nothing serious, but the second time this week and it made the decision of taking it out easy. I was pretty sad to see it go though, I felt rather cool having a hidden piercing.
Anyway enough about my nipples. Let’s talk about a different bump. My baby bump. I love it! I can’t keep my hands off my tummy. It’s such a nice surprise because lately I’ve just been feeling like a fat slob, but this week I don’t know what’s changed but thankfully I adore my bump now. It’s keeping my baby nice and warm and safe and it’s just so wonderful.
Peach is still a no name babe. We’ve only got 12 weeks to settle on something, so inspiration better come along soon.