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.