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. 


23 weeks: cooperate, child

Kid, why do you refuse to let your dad feel you kick?  You beat the shit out of me all day long, and the second I feel some good ones, I tell Merry, he runs to try and feel them, and then nothing.  Brat.

Maybe she’ll make up for it by kicking him constantly when she’s out.  That sounds like a plan.

Had quite a good weekend – allergies weren’t awesome, but that was more due to our cleaning and my house full of dust and pet dander.  Sigh.  Sleeping is getting slightly more uncomfortable, but I wiggle around until I make do.  I have a body pillow, but it takes up so much room in the bed that I hate using it.  Otherwise, I’m still smooth sailing when it comes to the downsides of pregnancy.  Despite my having to take medication, I’m actually having a remarkably easy pregnancy.  I’m still surprised by that.  I should probably shut up about it, lest I jinx it.

I had my first stranger today ask when I was due.  It was super odd, and I actually had to think for a minute before I replied, “October”.  That happened last time at the midwife clinic too – I totally forgot my due date for a second.  Oops.  I really am getting pretty forgetful in some ways. 

Today, I also had a fantastic score at a Goodwill – I found a Moby wrap!  Only $5, and considering those suckers are $60 new, I’m pretty damn happy.  One more thing to check off of my list.  The need to buy part of that list is actually pretty small at the moment – the last three expensive purchases are crib & mattress (which my dad is buying), an Ergo carrier, and some more cloth diapers.  At this point, I only need infant prefolds and size 1 Thirsties covers – I’m totally set with size 2, although I need a few more premium prefolds.  Of course, I keep buying random pockets and all-in-ones that I don’t freaking need off of Craigslist, because I have a problem.

I also decided to randomly check how many points we had with my bank for my debit card rewards program, and holy shit – we have 18,000!  This means we can get up to $150 in gift cards for retail like Kroger or Babies R Us, or about $200 in restaurant cards!  It’s years worth of points, after all, and we’ve never spent any, but damn.  It’s really a great discovery, and I’m looking forward to deciding with Merry what combination of cards to get. 

I have my next midwife appointment a week from tomorrow, and I’m pretty sure that’s my last appointment of my second trimester – I’m sure I’ll be going to 2 week intervals after that.  I’m scared of the third trimester, only because there’s just so much still to do.  Merry has three days off in a row next week – perhaps shit will get done then.  That would be a very good thing.  🙂

My new niece was born today – she’s #3 for my brother-in-law.  In three years of marriage.  (They’re Orthodox Jews, they work fast.)  Seeing pictures of her is only making me antsy for my own little dudette to come, although she doesn’t need to be in a hurry, that’s for sure.  Still, I am the next one to go, so there you are.  And then we’re going to STOP at one kid for a good long while. 

My kitten, Leo, has decided that the Moby is for him, and he’s all curled up on it.  Eh, he has black fur, and it’s black fabric.  That’s what washing machines are for.  😛

22 weeks: really, boobs? really?

So, 2 weeks ago, my left boob decided it was going to be an overachiever and start leaking.  Just a tiny bit – it was super unexpected, and it’s just clear-ish fluid as far as I can tell.  Now, at 22 weeks, it’s leaking practically every night.  I woke up two nights ago with my camisole practically soaked.  And yet, my right boob… nothing.  Why?  WHY?

I just… man.  Either both leak, or neither.  This is what I want.  This lopsidedness is driving me batty.

I bought some more breast pads today – I had a few Tommee Tippee ones, but they come in 2 packs and obviously I only need one at a time.  Jeez.  I guess I should be glad it isn’t happening during the day.

22, almost 23 weeks.  Everything is still going quite well.  I had my UW specialist appointment, and it went swimmingly – the douchebag doctor was only in my room for 5 minutes, and he basically went, “Feeling better?  Good, I knew you would.”  Then he talked for a minute more about how awesome he is, measured my stomach, and took off.  So no extra meds!  Yay!  My top number is still kinda high (about 130 at the doctor initially, though it dropped to 114 by the end of the visit), but my bottom number is in the 70s regularly, which is great for me.  They had my ultrasound results, and apparently the baby is right on track for growth, which I’m quite happy about as well.

First question from every health professional nowadays seems to be regarding movement – they always want to know if I’m feeling the kid frequently.  I can definitely say I am – she’s a freaking wiggleworm.  But I see why they ask – it’s really a good gauge of how well things are going.  Active babies are usually healthy babies.

My weight is also freaking great – I’m still 1 pound below my starting weight!  Well, 2 pounds below – the scale at UW is always a pound higher than the one at my midwife clinic.  But I’m so proud of myself.  I haven’t been great with the quality of my food, but I’m still drinking tons of water, and my portions are pretty small.  I’m hoping to be no more than at my starting weight by the end of this month so that I can start the third trimester by still having my 11-19 pounds to gain.  Whee!

Now, all I want to do is spend all my money on cloth diapers.  That’s cool, right?  Right.

21 weeks: holy crap, calm down, kid

There is a baby with a VENGEANCE inside of me.  Seriously.  She is the queen of wiggling.  I’m starting to be able to tell the difference with movement – like, what’s a kick vs a flip, etc.  Today and yesterday have been all about the somersaults.  Mini gymnast inside, apparently.

I got to have my first set of bladder kicks last week as well.  That was awesome.  Laying down, minding my own business – a tiny little tap – and then OH MY GOD I HAVE TO PEE GOTTA RUN.  I’m constantly grateful I live in a house in the master bedroom where I have a bathroom just a few steps away.

I have to go back to the stupid goddamn asshole hypertension specialist next week.  I knew this was coming, it’s just an 8 week check, but baaaahhh I don’t want to.  For some reason, even though the medication has totally lowered my BP and my midwives are quite happy with it, I’m afraid he’s going to try and stick me with an extra med.  I’ve started taking extra magnesium and calcium supplements along with plenty of vitamin D in the hopes that it’ll all help keep me steady.  Merry says that he’s seen two women come into his pharmacy who have the same doctor and are on THREE different meds.  As soon as he told me that, I decided to stop whining about my one medication.  My little girl will be fine.

Speaking of fine little girls – no phone calls all week from my midwives, meaning that there were no problems with my ultrasound!  Yay!  The tech did say I may have to come back in since the kid wasn’t cooperating with having pictures of her face taken (sounds like her mom) and had her arm over her head.  Since they usually need face photos to check for cleft palates and the like, the tech said I might need another scan in 4 weeks.  However – since the hypertension clinic in Seattle wants me to have a growth scan at 28 weeks, my midwives might just be lumping it all together at that point.  Which works for me.

The other night, Merry and I were spooning, and he slipped his hand under my shirt and rested on the side of my belly.  A minute later, he popped his head up, startled.  I asked him what was up, and he said, “I swear I can feel the baby’s heartbeat.”  I think he was expecting me to laugh at him, but I informed him that yes, that’s probably totally what he was feeling.  One of my many pregnancy apps actually said at 21 weeks that your partner would very likely be able to hear the heartbeat just by laying on your stomach.  So there you go.  He hasn’t been able to feel any kicking yet, since she’s still so inconsistent.  So, I think that moment was pretty neat for him.  I’m glad.

A little over 18 weeks to go.  That’s downright terrifying.

20 weeks: halfway home, and grand discoveries

It has been quite the milestone time, this Memorial Day weekend.  I hit 20 weeks today, which I’m feeling pretty damn good about. 

Best of all, our anatomy scan revealed something quite nice – our little one is in fact of the female variety.  THAT MEANS GIRL.  Not until the tech revealed that did I realize just how badly I wanted to have a girl.  I had been so sure the baby was a boy, but I’m pretty damn happy to have been wrong.  So exciting.

So, my little girl has been moving all over the damn place this week.  I had my first “Holy crap, she just kicked me in the bladder and NOW I MUST PEE IMMEDIATELY” moment last night – it was the weirdest thing EVER.  And she did it twice while I was trying to sleep.  Thanks, kid.

I can’t shake this vision of my little curly-haired girl.  I’m so excited to meet her.  Knowing that it’s a girl has made it so REAL.  It’s hard not to picture her all the time now.

Too much smooshiness and emotion.  I REJECT THEE.  Time to get hardcore.  And eat a grilled cheese sandwich.  Aw, yeah.

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.

18 weeks: is that gas?

I’m pretty convinced at this point that I’ve felt the kid move.  Just in the past few days, at least – shit’s jiggling around in there, and I’m pretty doubtful at this point that it’s gas.  It feels different.  And it’s not really flutters, either – it’s little thumps.  But we’ll see.  If it just turns out that I’m nuts, I won’t be surprised.

I’m obviously pregnant now to those people who know me, but not to strangers.  Which makes me very excited – if I get to the point where strangers start touching my stomach, I can’t honestly say what my reaction will be.  I’m just now adapting to my husband touching my stomach, for crap’s sake.

There is no chance at this point of me not having gained weight at my 19 week appointment.  I have been eating ALL THE THINGS.  Goodbye, lovely weight loss grace period.  Hello, baby chub.

Still been shopping like a crazy woman.  I’m going to make another post after this where I make the list of DOOM, including what I have and what I absolutely still need.  And the few things I’d like, but I don’t need for sure.  Merry and I did our Target registry yesterday, and it has about 40 things on it.  It’ll probably end up with about 50.  Keep in mind, half of the stuff is under $10, and the rest is no more than $30.  I have 3 things above $50, and one of them is the crib mattress.  I absolutely don’t expect people to buy me the expensive things, but I have them on the registry to help remind me what I need.

None of the furniture is on the list, but that’s because my dad is giving us the money for whatever we want regarding the nursery.  I told him not to, but he’s insistent.  Which is now making me cry.  Oh, for shit’s sake.  I’ll shut up now.

Mother’s Day was yesterday, and it was hard.  That’s all I can say.  I’m not quite a mom, but all I can do is miss my own mom.  I can’t imagine how much of a help and comfort she would be right now.  I know she would also be chaotic and make things hard – but I still do wish she was here.

I am so freaking convinced this child is a boy.  Hopefully we’ll find out a week from Friday.  Keep your legs uncrossed, child.  That’s all I ask.  Mommy needs to know if she’s crazy, or right.