Half way through this sixth month I’ve set aside my doctors letters (I have a lot of catching up to do with regards to those) and finally made time to write about this month that is passing by faster than I can imagine, before I forget it all. To be 24 weeks pregnant already just blows my mind. To think about it as 16 weeks or so left is somewhat overwhelming. There’s a to do list that’s longer than I would like it to be, which is really the source of the feelings but to think we will meet our little bambino soon fills me with the best kind of joy. I also have this strong feeling that baby will come early so the need to start getting on with the baby’s room and collecting bits and pieces is getting stronger and stronger. We can all laugh later if I give birth to a boy at 41 weeks. (I have an even stronger feeling that baby is a girl) Thankfully last weekend we finished painting the walls in our room, though we still have the window frames and bottom trim to do, as well as new doors for the wardrobe and window coverings, but enough was done to finally set our bed up as it won’t really get in the way too much now. To sleep in a proper bed again has been wonderful. No more crawling onto the mattress on the floor for this pregnant lady. Things from the pink room (this post on our house will explain why I refer to our rooms by their colour), which is going to be baby’s room can now be set up as a study in the blue room and slowly the house is feeling more sorted.
Things for bubba
Slowly, slowly we’re getting things together for the baby. Really, there’s plenty of time to get organised and the house takes priority right now but oh the urge to nest is getting so strong. I picked out a few cute clothes for baby and we have an Ergo baby carrier which I can’t wait to use. I love the whole baby wearing thing. Now I just want a softer style wrap for home. We’re looking at car seats and furniture for the baby’s rooms. I spend too much time browsing nursery pictures on Pinterest getting inspiration, though we have a pretty clear idea of what we’d like to do. Simple, understated and rather minimalist. Recently I’ve become overwhelmed by all of the things we seem to own, questioning their necessity so we’re avoiding getting things that aren’t essential for baby. Alex wants to paint mountains on the wall behind the cot and I’m coming around to the idea.
Bubba and belly growth
I feel like almost everyday I could say, “I can’t believe how big this belly is nor how much growing is left to go!” Seriously, how can I stretch any bigger??? This changing body of mine is a constant source of fascination. I love watching the joy on Alex’s face as he watches this belly grow too. Braxton Hicks contractions have started too.
Baby’s kicks are getting stronger and more frequent. My belly moves now when baby moves! Some days it’s like baby is training for a martial arts competition in there. We have a very active bubba on our hands. Baby wakes when I do, moves about through the day and likes a good kick at night as we settle in for bed.
It still feels like a treat to have a fridge again. I’m loving that I can put things in the freezer for later. I’m making a list in my head of the things I’d like to stock the freezer with in preparation for bub’s arrival. October seems like a good time to do that cooking.
In terms of eats now I’ve been loving porridge for breakfast and soup for lunch. Cauliflower features heavily and so does laksa. I think I’ve just about satisfied those cravings.
I’ve felt outrageously tired lately. Growing a human is tiring business and we’ve been doing lots of other tiring things in addition to that, add in not sleeping too well and I’m sure that just about explains it BUT I do have a history of low iron and wondered whether this could be contributing. My levels will get tested in a few weeks along with some other routine pregnancy tests so for now I’ve started a small dose of iron and switched back to a pregnancy supplement with iron too. My blood volume has increased, meaning that my haemoglobin will have dropped somewhat anyway so it’s perfectly safe to supplement my iron intake. I’m choosing red meat more often and looking into other sources of iron too.
As I mentioned earlier, I’ve stopped running. This last week or two I’ve really started to miss it. I’ve continued to do the odd workout video and have been working harder to get regular walks into my routine. There’s a beautiful reserve out our back door that I’ve loved exploring. It’s quite hilly too so that gets the heart pumping. I’m enjoying swimming, squeezing into old swimmers though I might need to admit defeat and buy a new pair that actually fit properly soon.
Continuing with the birth reading I’ve started Gentle Birth, Gentle Mothering. I was looking forward to reading this book as it’s written by an Australian doctor but I’m really not into it so I don’t think I’ll finish it. I’ve loved reading Having a Great Birth in Australia and am starting to think more and more about preparing both mentally and physically for the birth. Thinking about birth still makes me anxious. We’ve got Calm Birth coming up in a few weeks and I’m really looking forward to this.
Crying over spilled eggs
One fine Saturday I used up a few leftovers and the last of the eggs hanging around in the fridge to make some baked eggs for lunch. Whilst they were in the oven we toddled off to the shops to pick up some bread and hummous to go with them. I was very much looking forward to this lunch. We arrived home and I pulled the frypan out of the oven and put it on top of the stove. I did a few other things in the kitchen then turned back to the stovetop to move the pan. I forgot for a moment that the frypan had been in the oven and grabbed hold of the handle with my bare hand. Needless to say it was incredibly hot and I dropped the pan on the floor. Tomato sauce, beans and eggs went flying everywhere! Lunch was ruined, I was devastated and stood frozen on the spot, completely overwhelmed by the event. Alex was rather amused and kindly started cleaning up. He started reassuring me telling me we could just make the eggs again (which we couldn’t because I’d used up the ingredients). That sent the tears I was holding back flooding right out, I was indeed crying over spilled eggs. At first poor Alex didn’t know what to do. We ran my hand under cold water for a little (it wasn’t very burned) and then sat on the couch, he hugged me whilst I sobbed. We’ll put that one down to pregnancy hormones!
Still an issue a few nights a week. I’m trying to practice more of what I preach to my clients who struggle with sleep… taking the time to wind down before bed. Screens away at least ½ an hour before going to bed, a cup of chamomile tea, reading a book (not related to food or pregnancy – recommendations please!), journalling or chatting with Alex, and regular exercise.