I’ve been reluctant to write much here about being pregnant. There are a few reasons for that. First, I feel the need to qualify just about everything I say with a silent “knock on wood” because plenty of things still could go wrong. I’m also very aware of how hard it is to suffer through infertility/loss and read about others’ pregnancies. I don’t want to be insensitive to anyone going through that, and I don’t want it to seem like I’m counting on everything going perfectly for myself.
But if this is indeed the last time I plan to ever be pregnant, I’m sure I will be grateful to have a written record of how it’s going. So here goes…
I’m 25 and a half weeks pregnant, leaving me with about twelve weeks left in an ideal world. One trimester to go! Since my belly feels huge already, I’m a bit terrified of how outrageous it’s going to look in three more months. My biggest complaints right now are general discomfort, cankles, and being constantly overheated.
Same as last year, I plan to leave my job and take an “extended maternity leave” for 6-12 months. The only difference is that I won’t work until my due date, but rather I’ll go out on “bedrest” around the beginning of October. Hopefully this will keep my swelling and blood pressure in check and keep these babies cooking until they are fat and healthy and full term.
We still call the babies Baby A and Baby B. Baby A is, by definition, down low and will be born first. Baby B is up high and around my belly button and ribs. Although they move around and do flips and kicks in their own sacs, they never really change positions relative to each other — B is always on the top bunk and A is always on the bottom bunk. Sometimes they kick at the same time but more often I will feel one or the other. Sometimes I don’t know which baby is kicking me!
Food? I can’t get enough bagels! It’s so bad, I know, but I can’t stop. I also love eggs, really awesome salads, iced coffee, ice water, watermelon, peaches, trail mix, and pizza. Although I feel like I’ve been taking “eating for three” quite seriously, I’ve gained less than 15 pounds. I have no idea how that math works, but I’m not complaining! Oh, and I crave beer like a crazy lady. I’m dreaming of having a beer in the recovery room (of course I probably will think it sounds gross as soon as I’m allowed to have one again).
A couple of things are keeping me sane. First, I have a new high-risk doctor who has been great. He is positive and reassuring, and doesn’t blow off any concerns. He gives full and complete answers to my questions, even if some of them stem from anxiety. Also, I can feel each baby kick each day, so I know they are alive. Lastly, I can’t discount my great support system of family, friends, and online friends, who listen to me and are there on my good and my bad days.
I set small milestones for myself – up next are the next growth ultrasound, then hitting 27 weeks and being farther along than ever before, and then 30 weeks and stopping work. I’ve been trying not to think too much beyond that point. I started out this journey with a “one day at a time” mentality and some days I still need that as my mantra. However, I will soon need to start making some serious progress on setting up a nursery and doing the million other things we need to do to prepare. That’s what bedrest is for, right?
Overall, I really can’t complain (but sometimes I do anyway). If you guys have any questions, ask them in the comments and I’ll answer there.