Entering the third trimester.. 84 days until due date
Well – we made it! I am 28 weeks today, marking the start of the third and final trimester. THE HOME STRETCH.
All things considered, I am feeling pretty good! I definitely feel heavier and getting on and off the lounge and in and out of bed is becoming increasingly unattractive. My body has changed drastically in the last week or so; my hips have definitely widened in preparation for the extra weight of bub in these last few months, the veins across my stomach are rather bright and visible and my belly button is starting to pop out.
Not only that, but everyday tasks and activities that I never gave a second thought to have become almost impossible. I can’t wear heeled boots anymore (I made the mistake of wearing them yesterday and my left foot was cramping the entire day), I can’t tie my shoelaces, I can’t have in the shower (so I have to sit on the edge of the bath and use moisturiser or soap and it’s a whole thing), I can’t see my toes, I can’t make it through the night without going to the bathroom.
Also, for some strange reason every morning for the last two weeks I have woken up and hiccuped immediately. I only hiccup once or twice, but it happens every single morning. I also hiccup in the middle of the night when I wake up to go to the bathroom, and also at random times of the day. I never get the hiccups as such, but yeah, random hiccups are apparently a thing that I have now.
Now that we are in the final trimester, our baby boy is exceptionally strong (and getting stronger by the day). He moves constantly and I love it. I can’t remember whether I wrote this in a blog post recently or whether it was just me telling someone, but my favourite part of each and every day is when I get home from work, have a shower and lie on the lounge. That half an hour or so that I lie there and read is Bub’s play time. Without fail, from the minute I am horizontal until I sit up, my belly is stretched and poked and prodded and kicked while our beautiful son goes ballistic. It’s his and my time together. And I know that that sounds weird because he is always with me, but during the day I am at work or talking with colleagues or eating, but in that half an hour or so that I lie down of an afternoon it is just Bub and I spending time together. I generally have tears in my eyes as well. He is just so darn cute.
My sleep isn’t great, nor is it terrible. Sleeping with a pillow at my back or hugged to my front has become absolutely essential. Every night I am waking up a few times to change sides but luckily I manage to get back to sleep most of the time. Lying on your left side is definitely better – and I did read that online – because a lot of your organs are on your right, so when you lay on your right side of a night and your bub kicks, it can actually be really uncomfortable and sometimes painful. I think that making peace with the fact that my sleep is going to be disturbed of a night has made it a lot easier for me to deal with this specific issue with pregnancy. Instead of being stressed when it takes me a while to get back to sleep after going to the bathroom, I simply acknowledge that eventually I will fall back asleep (because you will). I also practice breathing really consciously and sometimes count the seconds of each breath, it completely eliminates any stress in my body and rids my mind of any thoughts. Recommend. Strongly recommend.
And I know that I have mentioned this time and time again, but that second trimester was an absolute doozy. Already my body is feeling healthier and stronger even with the extra weight of a bigger belly. I have been struggling with back pain in my rib cage for the majority of my pregnancy but for some reason or another, it hasn’t flared up this last week. I don’t know whether I am carrying myself differently due to everything changing or whether I am sitting straighter at my desk without realising it, but I am in nowhere near as much pain as I have been. THE THIRD TRIMESTER RULES SO FAR.
My appetite is definitely still decreasing as are my cravings. Throughout the first two trimesters, the cravings came strong and hard and my need for whatever it was, was immediate and insatiable. Though I am still experiencing cravings (this week it is fresh orange juice, avocado and tortilla chips (still)), my need and desire for said things are nowhere near as demanding of me. I haven’t received my results from the Gestational Diabetes Test yet, but I don’t feel that I have it, if that counts for anything. I am also still unable to keep my legs still when I am at work or sitting on the lounge and am constantly jiggling them or rocking/swinging them back and forth. I still haven’t really found anything online to explain that..
My mental health is the best that it has ever been. Let me just repeat that because it is no small thing.. my mental health is the best it has ever been. I went to the psychologist yesterday and she was so proud of how far I have come in such a short amount of time, so much so, that I don’t necessarily have to have sessions with her if I don’t want to. She is confident in the skills that I have learned and the strength and sense of self that I have found to trust me out in the big wide world. Having said that, when my new mental health plan kicks in March next year, I think that I will go and see her once a month just to be able to have some outside support and to keep that conversation going. She said to me yesterday that I have done everything I can to be the most stable, caring and available mother to my son possible, and that meant more to me than I will ever be able to convey with words. The medication really helped balance whatever was going on in my brain, my relationship with Pete is full of love and understanding, laughter and support, and committing to getting better for my child have made all the difference this time around.
Every day that we edge closer to our due date, Pete and I are both getting more and more excited (which I realise is a pretty normal reaction). I often find myself thinking about the moment when my waters break or when the contractions start and wonder where I will be or what I will be in the middle of doing. I personally don’t think that you can ever properly plan for how a birth is going to go, sure you can pack a hospital bag and pick a route that you are going to drive to the hospital, but when it comes down to it, anything can happen when it comes to childbirth. I am keen to know how mine is going to go. It is getting close to that period of time where Bub could be born.. that 32 week onward mark, and that is both exhilarating and scary.
Entering the third trimester also means preparing for some seriously exciting things! The baby shower, maternity leave, setting up our little man’s nursery. As well as Pete’s birthday, Christmas and New Years Eve.. so many things!
To sum up on this Friday afternoon, I am a big fan of the third trimester already – big, big fan. I love that our son is getting stronger and making himself more and more known. I love that he and I have a routine together. I love that he recognises Pete’s voice and goes crazy whenever he hears it. I love that we wake up together every morning with a hiccup from me and a kick from him. And I feel really lucky that I have been able to share this weird and wonderful journey with all of you who are reading my words, I thank you.