pregnancy
Two weeks to go!
In less than 14 days I’m going to be a mother of two. That’s scary. I’ve been wondering whether I’m ready to be a mum again. Things with Abby were just getting to the point where I could start being myself again: wearing prepregnancy clothes; having proper sleep; having time and energy to do things like crafting, socialising and being my husband’s wife; basically having a life again!
I have a terrible cold at the moment so it’s been even harder to accept that soon I will be awake every three hours to feed a screaming baby as well as look after an active toddler (as well as running a household and keeping myself sanitary!).
As for the pregnancy, I’m over it! I want this baby out as soon as possible, but hopefully after this cold’s subsided. My joints ache, my stretch marks have stretch marks, I can’t breathe properly even more so because of congestion, I have indigestion, and am literally sick and tired!
In saying all that, I’m so excited to meet the boy (we have yet to decide on a name) and love him as we love Abby. I know it’s going to be very hard for a little while, but we will have two little darlings who will grow up as best friends and practically look after themselves. Hooray for optimism! (And the labour will be quick and easy no doubt, lol.)
38 weeks and two to go
Four weeks to go!
Only four weeks to go until Abby’s little brother is due!
We’ve decided that we’ll let things progress naturally and if nothing happens by 39 and a half weeks then it’ll most likely be an elective caesarian.
Since the beginning of this pregnancy, I can’t help but make comparisons with when I was pregnant with Abby. So far, it’s been exactly the same in terms of how I’m feeling (only minor nausea in the first trimester, a great second trimester, and a tiring uncomfortable third). Fortunately I’ve not had carpel tunnel like last time, and no swollen hands or feet (though this will probably eventually happen).
However this time around I’ve had a lot more aches and pains in my pelvic joints, and am experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions which I didn’t have with Abby. The baby boy seems to be a lot more active too. Currently he’s having fun pushing downwards and making me think he’s going to drop out!
33 weeks - boy belly on the left, Abby's on the right
Now at 36 weeks on the left, and with Abby on the right
As for the belly, it’s certainly a different shape. Abby was more rugby ball shaped, and this one is more soccer ball. Apparently that’s usual due to the relaxed muscles the second time around. I’m still getting the “it’s a boy belly” comments from people purely based on the shape. (Mum was convinced Abby was going to be a boy based on how I was carrying, even though the scan already showed it was a girl.)
My belly feels bigger and much more stretched but that may be because the belly’s all pointing out front and not spread out like before. I’ve got quite a few more stretch marks around my belly button than last last time too. I think this boy is gonna be a big one. According to my mum, I should avoid taking evening showers/baths or else the baby will be too big – lol! Another of her old wives’ tales that I have to put up with, *sigh*.
It’s a boy!
Yes, there will be a little brother for Abby to play with next year. Hooray – one of each!
Boy Baby's profile
I had my 20 week scan today (although I’m actually 19 weeks 3 days). Baby was being difficult to scan because he kept moving. He’s quite an active fellow, more so than I remember Abby being at the same stage. At the 12 week scan he turned a somersault, and at this one he was constantly turning in all directions and moving his limbs – at one stage he even managed a wave.
Baby's spine, kidneys and pelvis
The stats are looking like this bub may be bigger than Abby, which is not something I’m looking forward to when the time comes!
Little feet
I don’t have the picture where it shows the baby has a scrotum and penis (giggle, and ew – there’s a penis inside me all the time!). I was surprised about this because the lady had paused the image on-screen to show us. I expected to find an image on our CD because we had the one showing Abby’s gender. Oh well, we still have a boy!
Now to think of some names. And maybe buy a new house with a white picket fence.
Preggiversary
It was a whole year ago that I found out I was pregnant.
We were on our way to a friend’s birthday drinks at the Southern Cross and Ms Constantine and I dropped by the New World Metro to get a pregnancy test. It was a few days after my period was due, and Ms Constantine couldn’t wait to find out if I was pregnant or not, so she convinced me to get a test as soon as possible after we finished work. The hubby and I had only decided to try for a baby a month earlier, so this was the first test.
Abby when she was an 8 week foetus and only 1.75 cm long!
So we got the test, and we were at a bar, and I had filled myself up with boring non-alcoholic beverages (boo!) and needed to go toilet, so there was nothing left to do but to take the test in the ladies’ loos. It wasn’t the best place, and the loos in the Southern Cross can be pretty dim which made peeing on a stick quite challenging… too much info?
I stayed in the cubicle waiting for the lines to show itself. I hate taking my time in a public loo. I always feel like I’m holding up the queue and annoying people. But I had to give the test a few minutes, five to be safe… I felt as if everyone was thinking I must be in there taking drugs or something because I wasn’t doing anything but waiting.
I had a feeling that it was going to be positive as I had felt all the symptoms of early pregnancy a few days prior. Surely enough, the control line showed up, then the second line started to colour and I had a lump in my throat. It didn’t feel real. Could I? Am I? Adrenaline rushed through me. Whoa – yes, I’m pregnant! What a very private moment in a very public place.
Abby asleep in the 12 week ultrasound scan
I felt a little weird with everyone around, but through happy teary eyes I managed to tell the hubby the news. He didn’t even know that I had gone to take the test in my absence, so was surprised muchly. Then I told Ms Constantine and there were more happy tears and hugs all round.
Too bad I couldn’t have any drinks to celebrate, but 20 March 2009 was a great night.
I did another test the next day, and then did another at the doctor’s the following week (because’s three’s a charm).
And that’s how I found out I was pregnant.
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