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So, an update, hey? October 16, 2012

Posted by Natasha in Finally Pregnant!.
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It has been a busy busy busy few weeks.

3 weeks ago was the start of my holidays, which triggered a bit of a nesting frenzy. The house is only ever that clean in June or November, right around the time that reports are due. I got to catch up on glorious sleep, and decided I quite like this staying at home business.

Finally, I caved and asked the doctor for something that might help this relentless heartburn and nausea. Throwing up blood at 31weeks pregnant really isn’t my idea of super happy fun times. The maxalon is of questionable effectiveness, but the Zantac is a wonder drug.

I had my baby shower, which was a day spent eating tasty food and hanging out with great people. Fuzzy was incredibly spoilt, which is a trend I am certain will continue.

Then I had to go back to work. Ugh… You know when you just lay down in bed and get comfy, and you realise that you forgot to do something important but unpleasant, and that you have to get up and deal with it?? Yeah, going back to work was somewhat like that. I met my replacement, as did the kids. There was snarkiness and attitude from them, from one particularly lovely little thing, there were tears. Very cute.

Tuesday, Thursday and Friday brought celebrations and more gifts from my years 7s, subschool team, colleagues and year 8s, respectively. There was also a LOT of cake!

And then I was done. For the first time since 1998, I didn’t have a workplace to be at on Monday.

First antenatal class on Saturday was interesting, if slightly repetitive of things I already knew from my.. Ahem… Slightly obsessive reading/foruming/blogging/googling etc. Things got rather more eventful after we left, when I noticed my rings that had been falling off me only that morning, were now cutting into fingers that had exploded to look like fat little sausages. With ‘sudden swelling’ one of the things I was told to look for, I popped into a chemist to check my BP, only for it to come up as too high to read on two separate machines. Back to the hospital for monitoring, my BP was back to the high end of normal (so, normal for me), which was great, but they did a precautionary CTG, during which Fuzzy decided to jump around like a crazy thing, and prove that he was just fine in there, thanks very much!

Yesterday was our 34 week growth scan. And grow… That’s something that ‘little’ Fuzzy has done in spades. He is currently measuring at about 6pd10oz – or between 37 – 38 weeks. His head is 38+4, or off the charts in other words. I… Am kind of clenching in anticipation. That sounds painful. Plan of attack will be discussed on Friday when I see the dr again.

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And now it’s nearly 6am, I’ve been awake for over an hour, taken my forgotten Zantac so hopefully this heartburn will settle soon, so I might try that amazing thing called sleep!

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32 weeks October 2, 2012

Posted by Natasha in Finally Pregnant!.
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32 weeks. That sounds like someone who is significantly pregnant. And indeed it appears I am. Yesterday a brave former coworkers dared to offer me congratulations, so either she is jut very brave, or I’m finally at that point where the bump says baby.

People ask me how I’m feeling, tell me that im glowing. These are the people that see me between 10am and around 9pm. At these times, I’m usually feeling pretty great. But after that, the opposite happens. The whinge d’jour is heartburn. Oh my goodness, it is awful. And also why I am currently sitting on my recliner wide awake at half past three. The poor dog is quite unsettled by me being out of bed, and I don’t think Mr G knows what to do with me either, bless him, I know he’d take over in an instant given the chance.

Bubs continues to do well, as far as I know. He will have a stretch of days of being lovely and active, jumping around and making me giggle with his big kicks. He tends to spend his says head down bum up, and nights sideways, at least if the kicks are anything to judge by. Then he has quieter days that worry me, but if I stop and concentrate, I can still feel him moving around. Growing boys need their rest, I suppose.

55 days until D day, and 65 max until we get to meet this little person.

In our last semester of Uni before graduation, we had a lecturer explain to us that the reason final semester was such a PITA was to help us be ready to be forcibly ejected into reality. I think third trimester is doing the same thing. I could really have spent a long time in second trimester, enjoying being pregnant. I am still enjoying it, each little kick, each little milestone, each little moment that makes me feel like a Mum is a highlight in my day. But I am uncomfortable, and I am so ready to meet our little man.