It’s now three months till this little one is due to join us. It’s feeling more and more real as each day passes and we are getting so so excited. I love seeing the smile on Alex’s face as he watches my belly grow.
Around 26 weeks pregnant women are sent for a oral glucose tolerance test to check for gestational diabetes. Friends who’d had children told me how awful this test is when I had one for other reasons at the end of last year. Perhaps all that talk made me build it up to be something much worse in my head, but I didn’t find the test that bad. Sure the drink they give you is awfully sweet and you don’t feel fabulous whilst you sit quietly for 2 hours and have blood taken at regular intervals, but my digestive issues cause me to feel far worse on an almost daily basis. So I was interested this time to see if being pregnant would make a difference. My answer is yes it does. I’m fine with blood tests and give blood without issues when I can, however I found myself almost fainting when they took blood for the first time, so I lay down for the rest of the blood tests. My hot tips – 1. Don’t have it done if you didn’t sleep much the night before. The collector told me this test makes pregnant women quite sleepy and I certainly agree. 2. Take something good to occupy yourself with. I read a book on marketing for dietitians and worked on some blog posts, don’t look or read at anything related to food, it will only make your tummy grumble. 3. Make/treat yourself to the tastiest savoury breakfast afterwards. After drinking the sweetest drink you’ll ever have in your life, the last thing you’ll want to eat for breakfast is something sweet. I opted to make myself a bacon and egg roll (see below), inspired by the one at my favourite cafe in Wollongong. I stressed out like a goose prior to the test, worried that I’d have gestational diabetes. Having PCOS puts you at higher risk of having it. Being a healthy weight, eating super well and exercising regularly brings that risk way down but of course my pregnant brain got carried away stressing about it and how having PCOS would mean I was a bad dietitian… ridiculous! Anyway, all of that stress was for nothing, my results were perfectly normal.
I was really looking forward to this weekend and perhaps my expectations were too high, though I’m not quite sure what my expectations were, it didn’t quite fill me with the knowledge, skills and confidence I was after. Though I’m most grateful that it forced us to take a weekend out from our busy schedule and start talking about the birth of our baby. I’ve been ready for these conversations for some time but it’s taken Alex longer to feel ready for that. He’s been focused on his PhD, and well, a woman’s body starts changing straight away, there’s no ignoring the fact there’s a baby on the way.
Getting ready for baby
We finally put the bassinet together. It has been sitting in the boot of Alex’s car for months and now that we’re selling the car we finally put it together. It sits in the loungeroom and brings a smile to my face every time I see it. It’s slowly being filled with things we’ve bought and been gifted for baby. Baby’s room is almost ready for it’s colour. This house has so many quirks and it takes longer than it should to prep a room for painting. We’re getting the car seat on the weekend, picking up the cot and chest of drawers, which will double as the change table, in a few weeks and even though I want to buy all things baby, I’ll wait till after the baby shower to get the rest of the things we need. Packing my hospital bag is now on my mind as are collecting some breastfeeding friendly clothes.
Week 29 was the loveliest of weeks. I finally finished my work contract at Yass. I wrote some more about this long drive I’ve been doing each week over here. On the days I wasn’t at work I was catching up with friends and family over lunch, dinner, coffee and juice dates. It was swell. I had so many encouraging conversations about motherhood, birth and babies, and baby was blessed with some lovely things. The week finished with a beautiful sunny day in Wollongong where I walked along the beach, wondered why the heck we decided to move to a cold place whilst I was standing on the beach in a short sleeved dress, and I finally got my braces off!!!! Now I’ve more or less started maternity leave which excites me and overwhelms me a little at the same time. All this free time is somewhat overwhelming. Yes, being a stay at home mum has always been my dream (goodness I’m super ambitious aren’t I haha, raising babies is just what I’ve always wanted to do, career… that’s one thing I’ve never been sure of) but it’s a while till that little babe is in my arms and having just moved to a new town I’m still working on feeling settled.
Baby continues to move a lot, though those movements are changing now. I feel baby roll and push and squirm around rather than kicking all the time. Baby must be doing a lot of flipping at the moment. On Tuesday at my visit with the midwife baby was head down but by Friday with my GP baby was no longer head down. Which he reassured me isn’t something to worry about till 36 weeks, there’s plenty of time for bubs to move but it does stress me just a little. I’ve become an excellent worrier during this pregnancy, something I working now to reduce. I’ve added some forward inversions to my yoga routine and make sure I’m always sitting upright. Reminding myself there’s still a lot of time for baby to move but making sure I’m doing all I can to encourage baby to flip.
(Necessary pre-swim snack – nut butter stuffed date)
I’ve started swimming twice a week. I was missing running and wanted something other than walking to do. Now that I’m finally settled at home I have a lot of time on my hands. So I do an hour or so of yoga and stretching most mornings followed by an hours walk up the big hill. Alex and I often go on family walks in the evening too. We chat about our day and imagine our sweet babe coming out with us soon and our dog joining us next year. Alex is always starving by the time he gets home from work so I have afternoon tea ready for us and then we head out. It’s lovely that the daylight hours are slowly getting longer.
And let’s admire this bump at 31 weeks, 2 days shy of being 7 months pregnant. 2 months to go, goodness me!