33 Weeks Pregnant & Lemonade Gets me All Excited

Posted on

As I’ll be 38 weeks as March disappears into April, I think by then I’ll have served my time. So this weekend Mini Madam had her eviction notice well and truly served.

Week 33 was an interesting one. MM has shifted on upwards and is now (crucially) off my sciatic nerve. This has meant, for the first time since January, I am now able to zip up my own boots. I also had a bit of wind a few days ago (I can now safely put this down to the entire 2 litre bottle of lemonade I consumed whilst catching up on One Born Every Minute) which saw me frantically googling labour pains and repacking my hospital bag with excitement bordering on hysteria. Needless to say, a few burps later and the panic was over.

33 weeks bump 33 Weeks Pregnant & Lemonade Gets me All Excited

It’s getting difficult to do basic things and I had to call Craig to help me shave my legs a few days ago. I figured it was this or potentially go into labour looking like a PG Tips chimp. Given most of the midwives at my local hospital went to school with me and could blackmail me on Facebook, I couldn’t face the shame.

Speaking of Facebook - I’m dropping from people’s timelines like no ones business. I’m learning the hard way that first babies are big news, second babies are timeline-clutter. I toyed with the idea of running a mini competition to guess Mini Madam’s weight, but I’m guessing I’d get an embarrassingly small number of comments that would send my pregnancy hormones into overdrive.

The deliveries were thick and fast last week and the guy from UPS began to look more and more haggard with each new parcel he lugged up the hill to my front door. Our bednest is now in place and ready for it’s new tenant, and we’re drowning in clothes and blankets that haven’t found their way to drawers yet. The whole operation resembles a stockroom at Babies R Us. Everything is still wrapped in cellophane and looking too new and perfect. Nothing like our actual home which looks like Dexter has invited around 30 of his playmates for a messy play soiree. I’m just too exhausted and ‘wide’ to do any housework.

This week (34) is the biggie. We’re off to see the consultant on Thursday (imagine a less jovial Anne Hegerty from The Chase, and you’re not far off!) who will scan me for the final time to determine Mini Madam’s position. If she’s still breech, there’s little that can be done. I suspect my consultant will still try to push the ‘cheaper’ VBAC option and advise me to spend the next few evenings ‘dipping my hips’ and contorting like a member of Spelbound. But Craig and I will pull the plug at this point and insist on a date for an elective Cesarian. I’m too anxious about this birth to leave it to chance.

Right now my guess is that she’ll defy all odds and be head-down by Thursday. This will send me into an entirely new panic and force me to discover a whole new world of Ugly - perineal massages, tweaking nipples and birthing balls… Oh the joy.

 


Eeek! I’ve Gone and Opted for a Natural Birth

Posted on

So last week we met our consultant for the first time. I think I’d really over-estimated her involvement in this pregnancy as it turns out I’ll only be seeing her once more at 35 weeks. It was a short chat that saw her flicking through my notes, asking me two or three questions, and nodding her head a few times. She reminded me a bit of Mo Mowlam.

I knew before I went that I’d be asked about my birth plan, and whether I’d like to attempt a natural delivery this time around. To be honest though, with the house move, the gender scan, and our recent holiday, I hadn’t really thought through what I was going to say. I’d tried to discuss it a few times with Craig but every time Dexter would whack his head on the tv cabinet, emerge from the kitchen with bin-treasure, or insist on serving us a plastic chicken he’d lovingly prepared in his toy kitchen (by ‘insist’, I mean ‘shove in our faces’). There just never seemed to be the time.

To be honest, I’d always assumed a Cesarian section would be my only option after the disaster with Dexter. I’m also a Strep B carrier so always assumed that the doctors would prefer to keep this baby away from the birth canal and whip her out through the sunroof. I knew they’d try to tempt me into a VBAC as it’s more cost-effective for the NHS, but I didn’t think they’d put up much of a fight. It seems I was wrong.

The consultant pointed out the 70% of women achieve a successful normal delivery after experiencing a Cesarian - and there was no reason in my notes to suggest I couldn’t do so too. The Strep B can be controlled via anti-biotics in labour, and it doesn’t follow that the placenta abruption I had with Dexter increases my likelihood of having the same happen again. Never-the-less the choice was very much mine to make.

In my head I had a very crude set of pros and cons to a repeat Cesarian, these being something along the lines of:

PROS

  1. Set birth date - easier to plan
  2. I know what to expect
  3. No threat of Strep B infection being passed to baby
  4. The pain and recovery-time the first time around was minimal
  5. Less likely to embarrass myself on an operating table (no poo!)

CONS

  1. Less exciting - I still wouldn’t know what it feels like to have my waters break
  2. I’d have at least 5 days recovery-time in hospital - I HATE hospitals
  3. There’s no guarantee the recovery period would be as easy as the first

I knew the consultant would be unlikely to sign off on a Cesarian based on such weak arguments, but I can cry-on-cue and could easily invent some kind of emotional trauma that would convince her to put pen to paper. But for some reason, I didn’t.

I found myself bleating on about how a natural birth was important to me and something I was very keen to (at least) attempt with this baby. Wbere that decision came from, I’ll never really know.. It didn’t really hit me that I’d signed us up to such a huge quantity of Unknowns until I strapped on my seat belt as we left the hospital car park. Knowing me, it’ll be a very long and painful labour, I’ll foul myself on the delivery ward, and Craig and I will argue the whole way through.

Oh well. I guess I can still turn on the waterworks at the 35 week appointment! For now, I’ll just have a few midnight talks with Craigy and try to create some kind of birth plan that doesn’t scare me into early labour (… just in case we actually go through with this thing).

 

 


20 Week Anomaly Scan: The Gender Reveal

Posted on

Yesterday we discovered if our house is set to be taken over by dinosaurs or dollies.

If you read this blog regularly, you’ll know I predicted long ago this would be a little girl. According to almost every old wives tale going, the results were equally conclusive…

Old Wives Tales Gender Prediction 20 Week Anomaly Scan: The Gender Reveal

Yet despite all the intuition and so-called evidence, we still secretly hoped there would be a dinky willy on the ultrasound screen. Of course, we both understand we are blessed with this second child and are delighted to be expecting (whatever the sex), but it would have been very sweet to have given Dexter a little brother. So we’d both got it into our heads we would be welcoming a little guy and have had several rows over names. I really liked Mason, Carson, and Anderson, and Craig had his heart set on Jake. We’d kept all Dexter’s old clothes and were hopeful we’d be rescuing them from the loft and re-homing them in the nursery shortly.

It therefore came as a bit of a shock when the sonographer informed us that this is, in fact…

A very healthy, and active little girl!

Introducing my Little Madam jpg 20 Week Anomaly Scan: The Gender Reveal

I cried a little bit. Not through disappointment, just utter shock. I think it was a short bust of fear about the unknown.

Having now told all the family, and had some quiet moments to let it sink in, I’m now really excited. If she is anything like Dexter, she’ll be beautiful, funny and independent. It’ll be so nice for both of our children to have a sibling of a different sex to play with and Craig and I will get to experience what it is like to parent one of each. She’ll be our very first daughter and we’re so blessed to have her.

We revealed the gender to Dexter by buying him a Baby Annabell Doll to play with. He’s already proving to be a very attentive big brother and has smothered her with cuddles and kisses. I have no idea if he understands the significance but it has reinforced his love of all things baby. He’s very careful with her and it’s lovely to see him sat so proudly with his hands around her shoulders.

Proud Big Brother Dexter 20 Week Anomaly Scan: The Gender Reveal

Although Annabell is very girly, one thing that is for certain is that our little madam won’t be decked out in pink, and is very unlikely to wear a tutu in public! I also give it a month before Craig is Googling chastity belts.

The only unwelcome thing we did discover, was that I’m carrying my placenta low. The sonographer had to do an internal exam to be absolutely sure and seemed a little happier upon doing so, but it isn’t a foregone conclusion that I’ll be safe to deliver our baby girl naturally.

We meet the consultant to have an initial chat this Friday. I was hoping we would be told we have a full range of options (including a home birth) open to us, but it seems this might not be as straightforward as we thought. As Dexter was born via emergency c-section, we always knew we were being slightly optimistic, but our midwife had gone some way in reassuring us that a VBAC might be possible. Oh well, when it comes down to it, we only want what is best for our daughter and for her to arrive into this world safely. Besides, less choice means less night-time deliberation and one less thing to argue about!

So sleep tight baby girl. Get big and strong and mummy and daddy will see you in a few weeks time.

 

 

 

pixel 20 Week Anomaly Scan: The Gender Reveal