Today marks 28 weeks and the start of the third trimester. That means I’m two-thirds done with this pregnancy! At most I have 14 weeks left, but potentially a lot less. It’s definitely starting to feel more real….
…as well as look it too.
While baby is now responding to my voice and is apparently able to dream, I am starting to become more and more aware of my larger size and growing belly. Strangers are too as this month I’ve received my first “out of the blue” pregnancy comments, always a fun milestone to cross off. I don’t mind these as the ratio of good comments far outweigh the insensitive ones, and I soak up the wisdom and wistfully loving looks given of the older generations.
Some of my complaints include rolling over in bed, getting up from a seated position, easily becoming tired, and running out of breath a lot. I definitely don’t have the energy I did last month and could nap again almost every day if time allowed. Honestly most afternoons, I feel just plain lazy. I know this is just a passing phase though and nesting energy will hit soon enough. When it does I will use it to my advantage, but until then, I am taking the time to rest according to my body’s demands. Starting at the beginning of this pregnancy, I intentionally cut back on outside stress and commitments and I’m so thankful I did, especially right now. I’ve had more than one person remind me that stress is not good for the baby (or myself, really), and I’m thankful for the ability to mitigate it as much as possible.
Conveniently, Bea and I seem to be on the same schedule: go to bed early, but stay awake until late, wake up a few times a night and then for good bright & early, naps required in the afternoon. I don’t know when she’s going to drop her afternoon nap but I’m thankful for every second of peaceful rest I get and crossing my fingers it either ends soon or lasts well past Mayby’s newborn stage. I just don’t know if I can try to “nap when the baby naps” as well as try to teach Bea the importance of quiet afternoon rest time.
With my other two girls, I only experienced a little bit of heartburn, just enough to make me hope they were growing hair (old wives tale). This time it’s been a lot more pronounced, not to the point where I’ve medicated, yet, but uncomfortable for sure. I’m praying she comes out with a head full of black hair. In my humble pregnant opinion, salsa, tomato sauce, and chewy sprees are the best hair growing tonic I’ve found.
I love feeling her move around as it is always reassuring. Her movements are a lot more energetic now and I can even feel the subtle ones too. The weirdest sensation is getting numb spots on my stomach, almost as if it’s falling asleep. I usually get these when I’m up and moving around; perhaps she’s found a nerve?
Based on her movement, if I had to guess, I would say she is transverse with her head slightly angled down. I get so many, well actually all, sharp kicks on my right side. It is rare to feel anything but little jabs on my left. She still has plenty of time to go head down but I’m praying she does in the next ten weeks as no doctor will naturally deliver a transverse baby.
Next week I have my glucola test and I graduate to bi-weekly appointments. Even though my doctor is an hour away, I enjoy these mornings with the girls. It was a special time for MG and me last pregnancy and it is becoming that way again as the girls know what to expect each time and also learn a little more about the baby as well. I’m certainly enjoying my car- seat free arms as well as stroller, diaper bag, and heavy-baby-carrying free hands as well. Although I can’t wait for her to hurry up and join our family already, I know, just like last time, I’ll look back and relish the days when “it was so easy”.
I can’t remember if this plagued me in the last two pregnancies at this point but I’m having some fears over the baby. This time I don’t fear the delivery like last time (although maybe that will come as it nears), as Bea’s birth was my redemption birth, my confidence booster. But I do fear something happening to this baby. Every day feels like another step taken, closer to meeting this baby, but also harder to let go of her.
It feels too good, and slightly unfair, that we would get not one, not two, but three healthy girls to take care of.
P.S. here is Bea’s pregnancy cucumber update