Monthly Archives: November 2016

38 weeks pregnant and engaged!

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The first snow came and went, now the second snow has come with the first advent. I’m starting a two-week countdown to my due date. I’m now with my most precious thing in the world – the couch. My days recently are spent sitting on it, binge-watching a Turkish soap opera online. Very unlike me, I don’t really like soapies, but I saw one episode of this one while visiting my parents, and got hooked! It’s a never-ending drama, intrigue and cliff-hangers. I don’t go out or move around much, for which I do feel a bit guilty, I should be more active. I promise, I’ll try to do better!

The only pregnancy symptoms remaining recently is the hip pain, which I’m used to. I tend to have more intense training contractions, which come on more at those few times when I’m not sitting on the couch and am somewhat active. One of those times was a few days ago, when me and my partner went shopping for a week’s worth of food. Good thing I had a shopping trolley to support myself on, as the contractions were pretty much back-to-back constant, and the bump hurt in between them from how the baby is moving in there. Must be a funny sight, me bending over all the time at the shop to relax.

The bump is stretched out to the max and very itchy, I feel bad for the little peanut, he doesn’t have much space to move around anymore, he can just slightly stretch his limbs and change the position of his feet from one side to the other. It’s OK, the day of freedom is getting closer and closer.

I also have gotten some small stretchmarks – not on the actual bump surprisingly, but on my sides, although nothing really seems to be that stretched out there. I hope they will disappear without scarring later, as they look like they’re in the deeper layer of the flesh, not the surface of the skin.

In hopes to prevent or at least lessen tears, I’ve started doing perennial massage on myself – not a very pleasant process to be honest. During pregnancy, everything down there has gotten very sensitive and different. I saw a video on YouTube where episiotomy is performed during birth – no, I don’t want that! And I probably shouldn’t have watched that… No, no, no, no, no!

I’m almost ready to give birth – all the lists are checked off, hospital suitcase is ready, baby has a GP, I’ve written a birth plan, his bed is waiting next to ours. The only thing missing is his wardrobe with changing surface – the shop I ordered it from is late. I ordered both the bed and wardrobe six weeks ago, and have only gotten the bed. Must call tomorrow and demand my stuff, it’s been too long! Because of this, all baby clothes, toys and other things are lingering in his pram and bed. I’m frustrated that I can’t put everything in its own place.

My mum brought me some wool and knitting/crocheting sticks, so yesterday I not only sat on the couch, but also crocheted baby booties by following instructions given in a YouTube video. Finished the first bootie, started the second, and realised when I was halfway through the second that it’s a lot smaller than the first! I had such a laughing fit because of this, with laugh tears, that was so funny! Shared a picture of them with my family – dad said the baby wouldn’t know the difference anyway! LOL! Eventually I took the bigger one apart and crocheted a new one, then they both matched more or less in the end.

 

 

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The ring!

It was my birthday last week. I had a nice and peaceful day with no guests, my partner cooked me dinner while I had cake. We had a skype call with his parents and unpacked presents that they sent me for my birthday. After that call, my partner presented me with his gift – a ring, and not on the phone! We were both holding back tears, as he gave me a touching speech, got on one knee and proposed. I said yes, of course! We are now engaged, I’m so very happy about it and can’t wait to be his wife! I feel so blessed for all the good things that have come my way this year.

35 weeks pregnant!

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Holy guacamole, this is getting real! The birth is approaching inevitably. I’m not freaking out or anything yet, trying not to be scared. I’m trying to look at labour as hard work, that’s why it is called labour. My bump circumference is 106 cm, and I weigh 68 kg on my home scales (70 on doctor’s scales, for some reason they always show 2 extra kilos). Baby seems happy and active mostly, he’s having hiccups as I write this – that happens every day.

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I’m still achy in the hips and pelvis, especially after doing yoga where focus is on stretching and opening hips a lot. After that I do feel like sticks and stones have broken my bones! Hopefully though it is for the best and will ease the birth. In addition to the good old hip pain, I’m also experiencing difficulty breathing, like my nose and airways swell up, especially in the evenings, and I feel like I’m choking. I don’t know if the reason is the dry air due to central heating, or maybe the baby is laying on some blood vessels, restricting blood flow. Also, for a few days I was experiencing hormonal fluctuations, which caused me a few pimples, which I don’t mind, these are the least of my worries. But they also brought on a range of negative emotions. I was angered to the point of tears about what now seems small, insignificant things. Cried my eyes out one day because there was not enough natural daylight to successfully take bump pictures so that they wouldn’t be blurry. Picked myself up the next day, but still felt like crying over little things. Cried a bit about finances melting like butter on a hot sunny day.

Another day, a week ago I kind of had a good day where I got a lot of things done – I went to yoga in the morning, came back home, had a snack, then went to a car workshop to put winter tyres on, and after that went to Baby City shop to buy a bathtub for baby. On the way to the baby shop I needed to pee badly, and was already moaning with pain on the way there in the car. However, when I got out of the car – that’s when it got real! I felt like I can’t move and take a single step because the baby’s head was laying right on my bladder and it felt like it’s the heaviest bowling ball ever. With difficulty, holding on to my partner, I made it to the toilets. Felt so much better after, such a relief. We could move on with buying the baby bathtub. Apart from the peeing thing, seems like a good, resultative day, yet when I was finally home, I crashed onto the coach and all I could do is cry, the long, tiring day and the pee situation had gotten me. This time I didn’t let it continue for the rest of the evening, I let the tension and the tears out, wiped them off after a moment, picked myself up and moved on. I’m proud of doing so because I know how much my emotions affect the baby. Previously, after the first day of depression over the bump pictures, I barely felt the baby move or kick in the belly the next day. So, the sadness and depression gets to him too. I must keep it together for him. Should do things that make me happy.

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Sooo pretty! I love how every smallest twig has a fluffy white blanket!

The first snow came like a ray of sunlight – something nice, instead of the gloomy, cold and wet autumn weather. Now the snow is covering everything like a thick fluffy duvet, I feel so Christmassy! I listened to the Coca Cola Christmas song over and over, it’s so cheery! This might be the first Christmas away from my family, but I hope it will feel special, with our little bundle of joy as the biggest gift we could have.

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Hospital suitcase almost done

I’m slowly getting things checked off the baby-related list. The baby now has a GP, hopefully I’ve made the right choice, the doctor seemed nice when I met her. Have also packed 90% of the hospital suitcase. I now still have to write down a birth plan and I have to wait for baby furniture to be ready. For some reason the shop where I ordered the furniture has not been answering the phone yesterday and today. I hope that doesn’t mean that I will have to start over with the furniture…

This week I had the third and final ultrasound, and Hallelujah, everything is ok! The baby is laying with his head down, is still a boy – saw his balls. Ha ha! He weighs about 2.4 kg, which means he could be about 3.5 kg when I give birth, depending on when that happens. If he comes after the due date, he’ll be bigger. According to the ultrasound specialist, the growth rate now is about 300 grams a week, and my diet affects it. That seems quite a lot. I feel a bit anxious about it, considering that I crave sweets a lot and can’t resist mostly.

Something I wanted to do but wasn’t sure it would happen is a pregnancy photoshoot. As always, the reason why not is finances. A photoshoot would mean a few pretty pictures that make me a bit poorer. In the end, I was presented with an opportunity right when I was doing research about it, and me and my partner decided to go with it. We did a half-hour long shoot and paid 40 euros for it. I enjoyed it a lot, very positive, we giggled a lot, I felt pretty and…. fluffy would be the word, I guess. I think I’ll be blushing, red faced in half of the pictures though, that’s what I’m like. It takes for someone to look at me and it seems like all the blood in my body rushes to my face within nanoseconds. To my surprise, my partner did very well with posing. Up to now he has hated pictures of himself being taking, and him posing for a photo has meant that he just stands there frozen with a weird poker face, no smile, no emotion whatsoever. So, that was nice and positive. About 3 weeks to wait for the pictures, which seems like eternity now. The photographer was very nice too, telling us what to do, what positions to take and implemented the ideas I had too.

For now, that’s all from Ms. Bumpiness!