7th October 2016
It might have taken twenty-one weeks, but I’m finally feeling like I am pregnant. People are starting to notice too. I get the side eye from people on the street, but I’m starting to think it’s because they’re trying to guess my age. People constantly say that I’ll love my baby face as I hit middle age, but I can feel their judgement as I walk down the street. I briefly flirted with the idea of getting a shirt made that has my age
or some smart ass comment printed on it. I don’t usually care if people judge me, but I just know that people are judging me, my life choices, and making automatic assumptions about what my life with my son is going to look like.
Heck, I don’t know what my life is going to look like after he gets here…and that’s okay. I just don’t appreciate it when other people pass off judgement without knowing me. C’est la vie.
I booked those famous antenatal classes that I was talking about. Two full days in December. We don’t have many people in Whitianga, so we have to get all the information in one huge hit. On one hand, it’ll be good to have it out of the way. On the other hand, I might go mad from sitting in a room full of happy couples. I guess I just have to wait and see. Can’t go passing judgement too early and all that 😉
I ended up in the doctor’s office again this week because of health problems. For once, there was nothing wrong with my pregnancy, but solely with my body. I was itching my boob (glamorous) when I found a lump. I was also writing a mock campaign about breast cancer, so my mind immediately jumped to the worst. I know it seems a bit ridiculous, but I couldn’t help that uh oh from going through my mind. I went to the doctor and he referred me to an ultrasound clinic.
I went to the clinic in Hamilton and got the ‘We don’t know what’s wrong’ line. They’ve referred me to another clinic in Hamilton, and I’m waiting to hear back from them. This time I’m scheduled for a biopsy. Fantastic. I’ve had needles everywhere else. I don’t think adding a needle to the boob is going to be a big deal at this point.
If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Am I right?
I’m starting to think my body doesn’t like being pregnant.
Nineteen weeks to go!
How far along? 21 weeks.
How big is the peanut? The size of a carrot, which seems smaller than a banana in my mind. He’s roughly 26.5cm from head to heel and weighs approximately 340 grams.
Guess that goes to show what I know.
Total weight gain/loss? I do not want to know. Probably around 4-5kg. Nothing fits.
Maternity clothes? I refuse. I’m still rocking the flowing dresses, leggings, and loose t-shirts. I’m in the ‘pregnant or fat?’ stage. For sure. I am feeling slightly more pregnant as time goes on though.
Sleep? Good! I am happy to report that I am back to sleeping through the night 🙂
Best moment this week? Sleep.
Symptoms? Tired, headachy and just all over emotional. It has been a rough week. Don’t blame me.
Blame the hormones. I do it often enough.
Movement? Yep! Definitely getting stronger as well 🙂
Food cravings? Chocolate milk and everything chocolate. So good.
Food aversions? Coffee.
Gender? Still a boy!
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? Getting this biopsy done so I can know what’s going on with my body.
Bump? It isn’t a ‘bump’ to 90% of the population. However, most people who know me are used to my body being pretty straight up and down. That photo was taken in the morning, but the whole ‘pregnant’ thing is a lot more obvious by afternoon. That little bit of bloat (and pies) turns into a full blown, pregnant looking stomach.