The weeks seem to be flying by; my little babog will be here in 14 weeks. This week she weighs approximately 1.75lbs and measures roughly 14 inches long. I’ve been describing her size in fruit to Kayla so this week she’s a lettuce.
It’s all very exciting now especially for Kayla, she mesmerized watching and feeling her baby sisters little jabs and punches. She’s singing songs to her and listening to the little gurgles coming from my bump. The highlight of the week was when she also spotted the beginnings of the linea nigra on my belly and she tried to baby-wipe it off. I still laugh when I think about it!
The heartburn has returned but nowhere near as bad as it was on Frankie, it’s still early days but hopefully it won’t get any worse. My weird chalk pregnancy craving has returned yet again. However I have managed to substitute it so far with Rennie, chalk lollies and Silvermints.
I’m feeling pretty exhausted the past few weeks. Frankie is a handful, he’s a boy, he turns everything into a weapon and I’m finding myself saving his life on a hourly basis. He’s climbing, diving and exploring everything. He normally sleeps through the night but another teething spell landed and daddy and I found ourselves walking the walls at all hours. Fortunately for daddy, Frankie only wants mammy cuddles so it’s normally me who does most of the late night trips.
My bump is growing rapidly and I’m getting more uncomfortable by the day. My pregnancy pillow has made a reappearance and it’s heaven. I don’t know how I ever got through Kayla’s pregnancy without one. This week I also had a couple of Braxton Hicks and they frightened the living day lights out of me. I don’t remember getting them so earlier on the others.
I can’t believe how quick this pregnancy is going with only a little over three months left to go. I really need to get my finger out and start looking into prams soon. We’ve got a Mothercare Orb and I love it, it’s in mint condition but the little man will only be 15 months when his sister arrives so we’ll really need to get a double pram. We can’t afford a new one so I’ll be checking out second hand ones over the coming weeks, I haven’t a clue where to even start (all suggestions welcome!).
This week has been a tough one emotionally. I’ve lost count the amount of times I’ve burst into tears. This one guy behind the ‘help button’ of a ticket machine in my local Shopping Centre was an absolute d***head earlier this week. I lost my ticket and after ten minutes of explaining I had no money left and that I was well within the two-hour free parking time he continuously repeated there was a ten euro lost ticket charge. I swear if I wasn’t pregnant and I didn’t have a wailing one-year-old with me I would have driven straight through the barrier and through his front door.
To top of my week I’ve been very clumsy; my brain is just not with it. I broke my phone. I took the wing mirror clean of my car. And then I was four minutes late picking Kayla up from school and she’s yet to forgive me.
This week I’ve an antenatal appointment and I’m dying to see my little lady dancing around inside on the big screen and I’ll also be meeting an anesthesiologist to review my options during labour, most likely if my platelets drop again due to my thrombocytopenia I won’t be allowed an epidural. I’ve never had one and I’ve had two pretty quick births so I’m not too concerned.
Hitting the 26 weeks mark has been a huge sigh of relief with everything that has happened throughout my pregnancy. I feel like now I can relax and enjoy it a little bit more. I’m certainly enjoying the napping and cake.