24 weeks: it begins again

So, somewhere in my little blissful pregnant happy place, I forgot that I would soon be hitting the third trimester and as a result be BOMBARDED with appointments and tests.  If I had realized they would mostly be in July, I would have waited for childbirth classes until August – but eh.  At least this way I’ll keep busy.  Or something.

Had my 24 week appointment today – everything is lovely.  My blood pressure was 114/74, which floored me – but that’s what it was at the end of my appointment at UW, so I know it’s not a fluke.  I’m genuinely glad, and I’m very grateful that I don’t have to mess with my meds at all and that I get to just take this one tiny pill with no side effects. 

I’m finally back at my pre-pregnancy weight, meaning I have 16 weeks left to gain a max of 20 pounds.  Pretty sure I can handle that.  🙂  The only downside is that I did learn the baby is measuring a tiny bit small.  Not so small that they’re concerned about it – my midwife was very reassuring and said to remember that smaller babies get pushed out easier – but small nonetheless.  Still, I have an ultrasound next month, and I have a feeling she grew like crazy this last month, so I think she’ll catch up a bit.  And where she doesn’t, I’m sure breast milk will get her to be pretty gigantic before too long.  🙂  Also, ultrasounds are super crappy at telling baby size, as my midwife explained.

So, we come to July – and millions of appointments.  Childbirth classes will run all through July on Tuesdays, with a breastfeeding class on the last Thursday of the month.  I’m back to the UW on the same day as that breastfeeding class (joy), and also that same week, I have my 28 week appointment with glucose test.  Oh, and of course, another ultrasound the Thursday before that.  It’s pretty freaking nuts.  But that’s the drill when you have just one small thing that makes you potentially high risk – even though I’m doing so well, they still have to keep on top of stuff. 

How am I doing otherwise?  Huh.  Pretty well, all things considered.  I get a bit of back pain, but nothing’s really hitting me hard except the fatigue.  I’m sleeping so freaking poorly right now – between being pregnant, having three animals who can be downright annoying at night with making noise and needing to go outside, the temperature being so stupid with the heat and the humidity, and my allergies, I’m getting just a few hours if I’m lucky.  Still, my job is over now, so I have the days free to nap.  Which I do.  CONSTANTLY.

Six months.  Only 4 to go.  3 more weeks and it’ll be the third trimester.  There’s still so much to do, which is frustrating – but it’ll get done. 


19 weeks: i’m on a roll, people

YES.  I had a fantastic midwife appointment yesterday, and I refuse to think that Friday will go in any manner other than awesomely.  That is my attitude of the moment.  LOOK OUT, WORLD.

So, yesterday.  I met the third and final midwife in my practice, who I thoroughly enjoyed.  I kinda hope she’ll be delivering the kid – but you never know who I’ll get.  Still, they’re all very nice, so I’ll be fine. 

Gained weight, as I had expected – 4 pounds.  It’s all good, though.  I’m still at -3 from my pre-pregnancy weight, and I feel fine about it.  I wasn’t going to get to nearly 20 weeks without some weight gain.  It was gonna happen.  And look how much room I have left!  I can still gain 23 pounds and be in the target range for my body.  I don’t plan on gaining 23 pounds, but you know. 

She asked if I had been feeling movement, and I replied, “Um, I think?”  This was apparently the correct response for a first-time pregnant woman – she laughed and reassured me that it was definitely movement I was feeling.  When she checked the height of my uterus, it was right on target, and she again emphasized not to doubt the feelings – it’s definitely the kid.  So that’s nice to know.  No more doubts.  😛  She found the heartbeat immediately and said it sounded excellent.

And, my blood pressure was great.  It keeps falling – the fact that it was 132/82 at the office means that it’s definitely hovering around the 120s/70s during the day (I always, always have elevated BP at a doctor’s office in the beginning).  So I’m confident the medication is working, and I’m good to go.  My husband is a pharm tech, and he told me he had a woman come in who sees my same specialist.  She was of normal weight and was on THREE different BP meds.  So I’m considering myself lucky at this point.  No more whining.  🙂

Symptom-wise, things are good!  I see why the second trimester is the easiest one.  Other than having pooping be a new adventure, and having increased allergies (although part of that is the horrible season we’re having here in the PNW), I’m pretty damn happy.  I am apparently one of those lucky women who gets to look all Earth mother-y and glowy.  For once, this bitch catches a break!

Tomorrow is my anatomy scan, and we will finally (hopefully) know ONCE AND FOR ALL what this damn kid is.  I’m tired of having these weird intuitions about it being a boy and then doubting myself all the time.  If it’s a girl, excellent!  If it’s a boy, lovely.  I JUST NEED TO KNOW.  I’m not even buying gendered clothing, for crap’s sake – I just neeed to know.  Literally no one involved with this kid has a preference, except for my idiot little brother, who is convinced that if I have a girl it will be the end of the world.