Oh my goodness, how can it be? I’m onto the home straight! The last time I posted I was a mere 16 weeks and now at almost 28 weeks everything is starting to feel very real.
There have been a few developments since I last posted. Firstly, at the 20 week anomaly scan we were delighted to discover that bubba is growing perfectly and there are no signs of problems. We also decided to find out what we are having (I couldn’t resist) and it turns out that baby is a girl ❤
At 21 weeks (Christmas eve,eve), I had a bit of a nightmare. I got up as usual and went to the bathroom to find… blood! Well as you can imagine, I was terrified that something terrible had happened and we rushed down to the hospital. After a short wait (it’s a bit like A & E where you get seen as and when) I was taken into a side room with a bed, a bathroom, and lots of intimidating equipment. I really have no experience with hospitals, so along with the worry of what was going on with my baby, I was pretty anxious about being in that environment. Luckily, the midwife that came to see me was really lovely. She asked me what had happened and took a urine sample. Then she listened in to baby’s heartbeat and all seemed fine. Finally (I knew it was coming) she told me that she’d need to examine me. Queue the undignified pose with that pathetic bit of paper which does nothing to cover anything! Oh and the spotlight!
The good news was that there was no obvious signs of anything wrong, and they took a swab for further tests, and let me away. Apparently sometimes these things just happen!
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At 25 weeks I had another panic. On the previous days I had felt a lot of movement from my little one (I love it so much), and then I had a day where I hardly felt her at all. It’s not that I hadn’t felt ANY movement, more that I had only felt her once or twice, and the movements that I had felt were weak in comparison to the big kicks I’d been getting before. I tried all of the usual tricks – drinking cold water, having a sugary snack, laying on my left side in a quiet room and focusing… nothing seemed to be doing the trick. In the end I dragged the husband back to triage again. I spoke to yet another absolutely lovely midwife who reassured me and checked baby’s heartbeat. Everything appeared to be fine, thank goodness. It’s possible the baby had moved and so I couldn’t feel her kicking as much.
There’s a fabulous charity called ‘Kicks Count‘ which provide advice to expectant mothers. I have downloaded their app which I use to keep track of how often I have felt baby move during the day and it helps to reassure me. Kicks Count advise people to ALWAYS get checked if they feel like there has been a reduction in movements, and I must say that the staff at the hospital appear to share the same opinion – it’s always better to be safe than sorry. If I were to give any advice to a pregnant lady, I would say that if you are worried at all, never hesitate to call your midwife or the staff at maternity assessment.
Well I think that’s enough of a ramble for one post! I wish I was closer to being ready for baby to arrive, but I am getting there slowly and surely. I will post again soon (as long as I don’t drown in this mountain of university deadlines!)