39 Weeks and 5 days pregnant as at Today. The last post that I wrote was almost 9 months ago or really at the start of my pregnancy.
Being pregnant is like being on a roller coaster. I want to reflect on this experience as it really is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. And I know as time passes, you tend to forget. So here goes.
I didn’t even realize I was pregnant until I started feeling sick. Along with that came new sensations such as a strong whiff of someone’s perfume in the lift as well as the smell of food as I walked down the street. I woke up one Saturday morning and went to the supermarket to buy a pregnancy test. It came back positive. In disbelief, I bought another test and it also came back positive. Still in disbelief, I went to the Doctor who confirmed the pregnancy. Well- I finally accepted that I was pregnant.
I spent the first 18 weeks consumed by nausea and throwing up daily. I have a weird phobia about throwing up directly into the toilet so I threw up every night into an ice cream bucket. The nausea was okay in the morning but got progressively worse as the days passed. I switched my meals around so I was having salads and protein for breakfast to make sure that I was getting enough nutrients. I spent most evenings barely able to keep any food down regardless of the fact that I was hungry.
I didn’t start to get excited until our second scan at 13 weeks. There’s an actual baby growing inside of me. I can see the head and the spine. It’s now getting real.
The nausea passed by 18 weeks which gave me a new burst of energy. I also told everyone at work which was a huge relief. Our families were beyond thrilled. I don’t think my parents ever thought that they would be grandparents.
We found out at our 20 week scan and we’re having a boy. I was so sure that we were having a girl, but the scan confirmed that it’s definitely a boy.
With the nausea gone, I started eating as I used to before I fell pregnant. But I found that if I ate too much, then I was back to throwing up as my stomach had shrunk. But really, after 18 weeks of throwing up, this was nothing.
I envisioned that I would be so much bigger by the third trimester. But it’s only in the last couple of weeks that I started to “pop.” I’m really starting to feel the pregnancy with the bump getting bigger and bigger.
Sleeping is a challenge as I sleep with a giant body pillow as well as a normal pillow tucked between the legs. Despite this, I spend all night tossing and turning. I also wake up several times a night to go use the bathroom. And the heat…it’s the middle of the summer and I don’t even bother sleeping with a duvet anymore.
Although I have a ton of energy in the morning, by the afternoon I’m definitely feeling tired. I have been leaving work at 5PM on the dot. I’ve been off work for 2 weeks now for some much needed rest.
I miss working out hard. I miss going for jogs which have now turned into walks. I miss being able to sleep on my back. I am also running out of clothes to wear as the bump gets bigger every day.
D is working hard on the renovations. Since we found out, he finished the main bedroom, toilet, and we’re now working on the bathroom. The house is looking better and better each day. My nesting instinct has kicked in hard and I spend my weekends cleaning and organizing. I just want everything to be perfect.
It’s not long to go now and we’re both getting really excited. I can’t wait to meet him and introduce him to the rest of the world.