Five months (today) or 23 weeks (tomorrow) and baby girl is now the size of a grapefruit!
Crazy. This month has brought a lot of exciting milestones: the anatomy ultrasound, the halfway point, & the point of viability. Plus, she’s getting very big with her movements and predictable in the timing of them (like always when I’m lying down)
I shared this on IG (@030318babysurprise), but our anatomy ultrasound at 20 weeks turned up a slightly abnormal heartbeat called a PAC. My doctor didn’t seem too concerned about it, but I will have to have an echocardiogram done in about 10 days (basically a high level ultrasound), to determine if there is anything more concerning about it. The structure of the heart, itself, looked good, and she reassured me that many babies outgrow it (some even before birth), as well as a few adult friends of mine saying they have it to this day and it doesn’t slow them down. Out of all the things to turn up on an ultrasound, it feels probably the least alarming, but I still hate the fact that there is something there at all.
The halfway point of this pregnancy technically came at 20 weeks, but I think it should be more like 22 weeks, seeing as how we didn’t find out for the first 4 and that would leave us with 18 & 18 on either side of 22. Either way, now we are beyond both of those, which means we have less time left in this pregnancy (Lord willing) than we started with. Unbelievable!
I certainly wouldn’t mind an earlier babe this time (somewhere between 39 weeks and 41 weeks sounds ideal). And one of my biggest prayers this time around is that I will not have to do another induction. While the planner in me loves the thought of being in control of the date and having everything lined up in order for it, I know my mental state going into those too well and struggle with that aspect of it.
When people ask me how I’m feeling, I usually say one of two things: 1) about as good as it gets for me during pregnancy (we are about to tip the scale to the bad side again…). Or 2) I’m doing fine physically but not mentally. This pregnancy, more than the others as I can recall, I have struggled with fear (but only for labor and delivery), excitement (well lack thereof), and another missing piece of the joy of nesting (a combo of life being so full right now and also the lack of control I had over this one)
One thing that has been very present from the start of this pregnancy was a strong fear about labor and delivery. I realize that encompasses about 6 hours, give or take, of a given pregnancy, but I could not stop thinking about.
Prior to getting pregnant, every time I heard a traumatic birth story or was reminded of the pain, I rationalized it away, thinking I’ll never have to do that again. I even remember saying aloud, directly after Sibby’s birth, “I’ll never do that again!”, although by the idyllic hospital day two, I was already recanting my words.
This time it felt forced upon me, and I think that was part of the fear. I did not choose this, this time. I did not want to do this again.
Things came to a head about 2 weeks ago when I clicked over to YouTube to watch (someone I admire’s) birth story, which turned into an unexpected traumatic epilogue and showed a lot of live footage of labor (contractions and hospital stuff). The fear came up from the subconscious right into the foreground and gripped me so hard, I did not know if it would leave or not. I realized then that I needed to turn the fear over and release it so that I could move forward with excitement and love for this baby.
I read a book intentionally dealing with fear and pregnancy (though I would not recommend it), and have spent a lot of time in prayer about it. Ever since that night, I’ve not had the gripping fear again, it has been replaced by peace.
The nesting and excitement piece I mentioned makes me a little sad, because usually that is my go-to pregnancy emotion and the thing I look forward to during the darker moments. I believe part of this is me over-thinking everything (I’ll go into more detail on this in a later post).
Anyway, despite these lagging emotions, I have been able to accumulate a few necessities for this baby. I found good deals on a new carseat and stroller (still keeping our double BOB, just needed something less cumbersome for dr appointments and errands with 2 under 2–yikes–still scary to say that). I’ve been thinking of the “little girls’ room” (vs. the big girls’ room) and how to decorate it. And just this week I’ve started sewing a few little things for a new baby layette.
This month I have de-graduated my running back to walking. My initial goal was 24 weeks but 22 weeks was my stopping point. Physically, it just became too much but I’m thankful that this weather has stayed so pleasant and I’ve been able to stay very active still. So far, I don’t notice any difference with this pregnancy that involved running versus my other ones that involved only walking, so I’m not sure it made much of a difference. Hopefully, it will be easier to graduate back into it though, postpartum, since I didn’t take so much time off from it.
Another, rather unpleasant, side effect from this month was a bad stomach virus that gripped me for about 48 hours. Just to prove how pregnancy doesn’t well suit me, even in the second trimester, I didn’t even realize I had anything until the side effects starting coming from all corners of the earth. I just thought the cramps I was feeling were normal pregnancy pains for me (because they are, especially in the evening). Anyway, I get one or two of these things every pregnancy, AS WELL AS, morning sickness, which makes me think God is just trying to cure me of my fear of puke. Well, it’s working.
Aside from that unpleasantness, I’ve been enjoying cooking this month and haven’t been too bothered by food. Occasionally, I’ll get a bit of heartburn, but nothing to write home about yet. As fall enters, I’ve been spending some free time on Pinterest, planning soups and slow cooker meals, and dreaming of the holidays. Although I’m not 100% myself, I’m thankful that I’m feeling pretty good for a pregnancy and I’m excited about all of the festivities to come with very excitable little ones. It’s nice that while we have our go-to traditions, they are still young enough, and transitions have come often enough, that we haven’t been locked into too many things yet. Each year feels like a fresh start to try and see what sticks best for our family.
Four months and counting, and thankful for every one I get with my last “homegrown” babe.