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Hello Baby!

16 weeks now and I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever. I think maybe it’s because of the ectopic just before this pregnancy, I feel like I’ve been pregnant a good five or six weeks longer than I have. Time is passing at a crawl. I can’t believe it’s only been two weeks since my dating scan, it feels like it was months ago. So progress is slow!

I’m feeling pretty good aside from daily bouts of indigestion (more on that later) and sinus headaches. I feel so congested and I wake up every morning with a headache that gets more throbbing as the day goes on. I would sell my grandmother for some sudafed! At the minute I’m just attempting to treat it with steaming and paracetamol but I think I’m going to have to bite the bullet and go see my GP and beg her for some sort of nasal spray or dynamite or something. The morning sickness is well and truly gone but the sinus headaches can leave me very nauseated.

I am also nesting BIG TIME. I know traditionally it’s a later pregnancy activity but for me it has always been something that has hit early. I’ve been slowly making my way through the house clearing out drawers and cupboards and getting rid of excess furniture. I actually begged the husband for a Dyson vacuum cleaner for my birthday (it’s amazing). All the bending and carrying is playing merry hell with the indigestion though so I must keep a ready supply of Rennie and Ranitidin on supply. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen the ad campaign for Rennie where they say it converts excess stomach acid to “water and ‘other substances'”, my dear friend Jacintha was quite correct when she tweeted “Just say farts, Rennie, just say farts.”

The urge to clear out and redecorate the house is quite overwhelming. I did a ruthless toy cull and then my eye turned to the bags and bags of baby clothes that are filling our wardrobe. With my last two children being girls I seem to be overrun with pink. On Friday (during an epic nesting session) I started to get very twitchy about them and felt an overwhelming urge to know whether or not I could donate them to charity if I should start washing them in preparation for baby.

All of this meant that on Saturday morning I found myself climbing the stairs to the private ultrasound clinic in town for a gender scan. I was very nervous as they usually don’t perform them until 18+ weeks and they didn’t sound entirely confident on the phone about how successful it would be. I’ve also had a very strong boy feeling from the beginning with this pregnancy and I knew I had to prepare myself for the possibility that it could be another girl.

I’m reserving judgement on the result. The sonographer seemed 100% confident but I’ve heard too many stories of people being told one thing and then popping out a different flavour so I’m going to wait the few weeks until my anomaly scan before I announce it one way or the other.

One perk of the scan was she put on the 3d probe at no extra charge and gave us a sneak peek. I wasn’t expecting to see anything great being so early on but we actually got some amazing pictures. I can only apologise for the poor quality of them here, I tried taking a photo of the scan pic with my phone but the paper they are printed on is very reflective.

20140426_155951 20140426_160007It was really special. We even saw baby sucking its thumb at one point.

Hopefully I’ll have the house is order and a cure for my sinus woes before baby gets here, after all I still a very, very long time to go.


T2 – T3 (not talking about Terminator movies here)

I have one of those countdown tickers on the forum where I most frequently post. It gives me a nice running update of how far along I am, how the baby is developing and how long I have left to go. It tells me how far I am in weeks and how long is left is days. The bizarre thing is the weeks seem to be making much more progress than the days.

So today I am 27 weeks and 6 days, with 86 days left to go, which sounds like way more than 12 weeks.

I can’t decide if I’m in the 3rd trimester yet either. Some sites seem to think it starts at 27 weeks, other’s 28. I’m going to go with 28 and say that today is the last day of trimester two.

So how are things standing at the end of trimester two?

I’m getting really slack with taking bump pictures lately, I seem to be missing every other week because I keep forgetting to take a snap or the battery on my phone is too low for the camera to work.

I am still suffering with god awful indigestion.

I’m starting to experience a bit of pelvic girdle pain. It’s different to last time though when all the pain was focused at the front of my pelvis, this time it’s focused in my left butt cheek, radiating down my leg at times with a touch of sciatica.

I am a giant fatty fat fat fat fat. I am actually hiding from the scales right now. I know it’s not baby weight, it’s “I’ve been eating crap” weight. I’m really struggling to get in control of my eating habits again. I’m spending far too much time now feeling bloated and overly full. Easter and the plethora of chocolate that has invaded my house has not helped.

I’m starting to experience a bit of swelling. I have sausage fingers and cankles and a bit of a moon face from time to time. I’ve been keeping an eye on my blood pressure and luckily it seems to be normal.

I have made my decision that I intend to birth at home again. It took watching several of the videos on mybirth.tv  for me to make up my mind. I’m supposed to see my midwife sometime this week or next and I am going to ask her about the availability of water birth in the community, but ultimately my plan is to use the pool for pain relief and if I don’t want to get out…. well I won’t be getting out.

I’m redecorating my living room! It’s great to indulge just a little bit of my nesting instinct. I need to tackle our hall way next as it’s currently been graffiti’ed to within an inch of its life by Squishy. I am channelling my mother with this one. I’m too embarrassed to have health care professionals in the house while it looks like this, because they will judge me. It follow the same logic as wearing clean underwear everyday in case you are hit by a bus.

I have started to get mildly organised on the baby front. I bought some socks, vests, babygros and hats. Then I took a haul of baby clothes and blankets from the attic and washed them. The baby has now taken over two drawers in my chest, forcing me to shove all my clothes into a mere 1 drawer but since I only have about six things that fit me at the moment it’s not the issue you’d think it would be. I’ve also started stock-piling nappies, cotton wool, teeny baby nail scissors and soft brushes. This month I need to get organised on the bigger purchases such as the replacements bits and pieces I need for my birthing pool, a new birthing ball and somewhere for the baby to sleep (though I know it will end up sleeping in with us).

So that’s how things stand. I suppose I should scamper off and take a bump picture.


 I forgot to post a pic of how the 14 week bump is looking so here it is in all its glory. I feel fat. I had weigh in last night at Slimming World and was very surprised to see 1.5lbs gone, I didn’t exactly stick to the plan last week, but wii fit still insists of making the shaming dumpy noise when I stand on it because I’m officially 2lbs overweight. My skin is awful and I seem to be suffering from some sort of mutant strain of dandruff that cannot be destroyed by Head & Shoulders or even the most potent T Gel. In short I feel like crap. I feel crap about myself physically and emotionally. I spent a lot of time before this pregnancy day dreaming about what it would be like, how wonderful it would feel and how special it would be, how I planned to embrace and cherish every minute. It’s not living up to the fantasy. I look terrible and the in-laws have managed to piss all over any joy I was feeling. I’m looking at the next six months and just anticipating how the next argument is going to happen or what else they are going to do to try and ruin this. I KNOW I should be sitting here saying well I’m just not going to let them, but it’s hard not to feel a bit emotionally drained when you know there is someone out there actively working to be a negative force in your life, and that you can’t get away from them. I’m just waiting to see how the email I sent back is going to ignite the next argument because I doubt BIL is the sort of person who can admit he was in the wrong and let something go, you know I don’t even care about him admitting he’s wrong I just want him to quit making life so difficult for us. It’s the Husband that I really feel sorry for. I mean I feel bad for the kids because I think they’re excluding from a lot of stuff and I feel angry at the in-laws for it, but if it was my family that was behaving this way? I think I’d be inconsolable. I wish I could just delete them all from Facebook but I think it would just be a ball ache for the Husband so I’ve unsubscribed from them all instead and restricted what they can see in my profile. Maybe it’ll be a bit easy if it isn’t so much in my face. I’m trying very hard to not let this situation reduce me to tears again. In other news I got the appointment in for my Fetal Anomaly Scan scan today, it’s not until the end of February and I hope by then I’ll have mustered up a bit more enthusiasm for it.

Right now I’m off to try and find an exercise class for preggos and try to stay away from pinterest and the Farrow & Ball website as I don’t think they’re helping my crazy nesting urge.