Pregnancy is Complicated
Patch’s ‘Nursery’ aka The Dumping Ground
It’s no secret that pregnancy and I do not mix. I don’t cope well and, although I am trying, I don’t enjoy it as much as I would hope to.
This pregnancy, in particular, is kicking my butt and has from the very first moment morning sickness hit.
Once the morning sickness subsided at 15 weeks I had about 5 seconds to breathe a deep sigh of relief before my pelvis packed it in and I found myself in the depths of a Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction nightmare. I expected it, after having SPD with Jasper, but didn’t realise it would begin so early a second time around.
I had the greatest intention to better document this time around, being the last (you know, the actual last) and all but I’ve somehow made it to 32 and a bit weeks and haven’t done most of what I expected. I would blame baby brain, however, I suspect my brain has simply up and left me at this point.
The weeks have flown by. Having the distraction of three children to feed, entertain, get to and from school and cart to after school activities makes for a very effective fast-forward. And, while the weeks are flying by, the days can be quite tediously slow – much like my waddling self.
As a stress head, pregnancy offers me much fodder for worry and anxiety. From getting prepared, to the impending birth and everything in between. Even naming our new munchkin has been an issue. Just last night I dreamt James gave Patch a ridiculous name (which wasn’t actually even a name) while I was in recovery. I was apparently in there so long he even had time to fill out and send off the paper work and make it all official.
Due to complications in Jasper’s arrival I have to see a specialist anesthetist, which is finally happening this week after so much miscommunication between my OB, Dr and the hospital and my chasing it up since the beginning of January. I was already feeling the pressure of not having had the appointment when I was informed at 30 weeks these complications and the possibility that my Obstetrician won’t be here for the birth meant the outcome of this appointment might be that I have to be referred to Canberra for my c-section.
This, of course, has given me a whole new world of worry and confusion. While I’ve been trying to stay positive there are questions that pop up and uncertainties that sometimes raise their head that can’t be answered until I’ve seen this lady on Friday. Like, what happens if I go into actual labour and am two hours away from the hospital?
It leaves me a little uncomfortable. I know my local hospital and how it works, that it’s just up the road if Patchy decides to come on an unscheduled date. I know my doctors and a lot of the midwives. All that makes me more settled about what I am about to go through and had helped me relieve some of my anxieties when they came up.
Right now, Friday seems a long way away.
For today, we’re off for a growth scan as at my last midwives appointment bub was measuring 7cm (!) ahead instead of the 4cm we’ve been consistently seeing. I’m thinking their may have been human error given that the midwife seeing me is always looking for a ‘problem’ and genuinely seems disappointed when my BP is low and when she had to tell me my glucose tolerance test results were perfect. She seems unable to accept that a curvy gal can have no high risk factors.
Thanks for listening to my random ramble – I needed to just get it all out.
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