30th September 2016
We made it halfway!
I have been a paranoid wreck for 90% of this pregnancy. I have been worried, worried, worried. About everything. There are so many ‘what ifs’ and horror stories that have floated through my mind. I mean, you hear about people who have a missed miscarriage and don’t find out until weeks later. I was petrified about being one of those people. That feeling was exaggerated once I found out that I was rh-negative, and the run in with bleeding.
Look at us now!
Twenty weeks of being pregnant. It’s kind of crazy to think about. A lot can change in twenty weeks.
It has made me look at myself, my relationships, my life, and everything else differently. I can’t quite explain it, but it feels like my brain has been completely rewired. I used to do something because I wanted to do it. Now I do something because it’ll benefit my son (and me) in the long run. I used to plan things because it was something I wanted to do. Now I think of the future and try to picture how my actions will benefit my son instead of myself. I’m not saying that I’ve turned into a completely selfless person, but my wants and needs have taken a backseat to what I need to do for this pregnancy and my son to be healthy.
I had another mild bleed. Not one to warrant a trip to hospital, but enough to raise my blood pressure. Just a little bit. Two weeks almost to the day of the first incident. I felt fine and baby was still kicking, so the midwife just told me to take it easy and keep an eye on things. It stopped as soon as it started and I continued on the week like nothing had happened. (I wish.)
You can see why I was so paranoid, right?
I thought the second trimester was supposed to be smooth sailing! Whoever said that was a big, fat, liar.
I did start looking into antenatal classes to attend because I know absolutely nothing about children. Whatsoever. I think I’ve held a baby once and now I’m going to have one of my own. Nothing like a trial by fire test, right? It’s a good thing that babies a) cry, b) are relatively durable (from what I’ve been told), and c) will not remember if the first few months of their lives are a hot mess. I found an antenatal class in Whitianga that is run monthly, so I might have to book in soon! Goodness knows I’m going to need the help.
I’ll be honest and admit that I can’t remember anything else happening during this week. (I blame baby brain.) It was probably the typical eat-sleep-rest-repeat cycle.
Pregnancy is so glamorous 😉
How far along? 20 weeks.
How big is the peanut? The size of a banana. He’s roughly 25cm from head to heel and weighs approximately 300 grams. He’s starting to be a big boy!
Total weight gain/loss? I do not want to know. Probably around 4-5kg. Nothing fits.
Maternity clothes? No! I refuse. Ha. I’m rocking the flowing dresses, leggings, and loose t-shirts. However, it is getting rather hard to dress myself. I’m in the ‘pregnant or fat?’ stage. For sure.
Sleep? Good! I am being woken up by the cat and my paranoia a few times a night, but I can go back to sleep straight away again.
Best moment this week? Hitting the halfway mark!
Symptoms? Just tired. So tired.
Movement? Yep! Definitely getting stronger as well 🙂 It feels like I have a little karate fighter in my stomach right now.
Food cravings? Chocolate milk and everything chocolate. So good.
Food aversions? Coffee.
Gender? Still a boy (I think).
Labor signs? Nope 🙂 I am getting a few braxton hicks contractions, but they’re just annoying. Not painful.
Belly button in or out? In.
What I miss? Not having to pee one million times a day
which may or may not be a slight exaggeration.
What I’m looking forward to? Seeing him again in the next ultrasound! 🙂
Bump? It isn’t really a ‘bump’. It’s more a squishy stomach. I do have a bump if I lie down though. It’s kind of neat. Say hello to my twenty week ‘bump’ 🙂 Courtesy of my iPhone.