Monthly Archives: May 2012

Weeks 14 and 15

Firework is the size of an orange now.

Total Weight Gain: 4lbs

Workouts: Week 14: 5: Two days of Couch 2 5K week 4,  One swim, a dance class, a day kayaking. Pretty good!

Week 15: 2: A swim and one day of couch to 5 K. Then they took my wisdom teeth out and I couldn’t move!! Evil American dentists.

Books I have read: The Panic Free Pregnancy. Awesome. Sushi: here I come.

Low points:

(1) Did I mention that I had my wisdom teeth out? And that I got none of the freely- available- in- America- delicious opiates (surely the upside)? Yeah. That.

(2) Fainting a fair bit and feeling generally like death. Turns out my ‘bump’ is growing well, but my lack of weight gain means FW is sucking the energy from my very marrow and my beleaguered body couldn’t cope. I just needed to eat more. Fine. But in my defense: I am used to being hypo-caloric. I usually ate 1,500 calories a day of which 2-300 was wine. So, effectively, about 1,200 calories a day. When pregnant I need a little over 2,000 + the 2-300 I burn from working out. So, I needed to double my daily intake. It is hard!! OK, usually not so hard, but a large majority of my calories used to come from wine… (it’s true!) clearly that is out. And everyone is badgering me to eat salads and lean protein and fruit and yada yada yada, and did I know that if I eat that donut it is now going to directly to FW and would I feed an infant a liquidized donut? They hope not, and so why would I feed it to my baby and don’t I know how many additives are in delicious McDonalds and that is poison too and why, for the love of God why would I subject my child to peanut butter when clean air and water is so much better. I need all this takes-ages-to-eat health crap and none of this calorically dense poison and quite frankly, finding the extra calories was hard. So, I just sort of got bored with eating and more or less stopped I guess. When I started again, it was amazing how much better I did 🙂

(3) How many people have opinions on what I should / shouldn’t do (I was berated for being in the SLOW SOFT-ball pitching tent / batting cage thing) and how many of those opinions come from people without a uterus. No uterus = no opinion. Even then, actually: Did you contribute sperm / an egg / time from your professional medical degree to FW? (I.e. are you FW’s Mum [he will never have a Mom] / Dad / part of FW’s OB – GYN team?) Nope? Then, unless you are recommending fun things to eat / buy / do or giving me cheesecake: chose your words carefully.

High points: (1) Clearly, having to eat more donuts. And McDonalds. I really, really love McDonalds people.

(2) Receiving possibly the coolest jogging buggy (stroller) ever as a gift – designed for slightly older kids but this thing has more gadgets and technological advancements than Wes’ car. Mind you, so do balance bikes.

(3) Getting a very cute baby present of a little swimming kit for FW: sunglasses, swim shorts and swim diapers. Ma loves to swim and our new home has a (communal) pool. Sweet.

What I have been thinking this week:Why am I so big? I mean, I really don’t mind, but I was curious as to why my bump appeared so early. Explanations from my nurse: (1) I am slim: the baby has nowhere to hide – not sure about this one (2) my pelvis is triangle-shaped, not oval as it should be. The uterus sits in the apex of the triangle, where there is less space than in an oval so it gets pushed out (3) I have a giant uterus. Not a giant baby, just a hugely expanded uterus. It’s good, FW can swim laps should he so chose, and I will be more comfortable for longer as there is more to cushion the baby movement. Sweet. After peering at my 13 week bump and being a little shocked, I bought these maternity clothes that promised to “knock off 10 lbs”. I think they sort of work:

Hello, giant uterus.

Good buys:

Maternity gear. Cheap $6-12 items from Ross’ they may be, but they make me look pregnant, not over cookie-d. Yay! Worth their weight in gold.

Week 13

My my m’dear, how you’ve grown…. Here we are at the end of week 13. Hello second trimester! A little round up of the end of the 1st:

Total Weight Gain: 3lbs

Workouts this week: 4 (oh dear, last week I managed 6): One chest/bi split, one legs workout, one day of Couch 2 5K week 3,  and 3/4 of a dance class.

Books I have read: I love ‘What to expect When You are Expecting‘ – I don’t find it at all scary like many, in fact the main message I get is ‘stop worrying, start enjoying’. I loved ‘The Girlfriend’s Guide to Pregnancy‘. You have to take this latter as slightly tongue in cheek, and as one woman’s hyperbolized opinion (for example, she says not to exercise, which I don’t listen to), but if you can do that it takes a lot of pressure off. There is, for us Type As, a lot of pressure to do pregnancy ‘perfectly’. Exercise… not put on too much weight… but put on enough… get enough sleep… but perform like a rockstar at work… never even look at a drug… and so on. The Girlfriend’s Guide basically says: most pregnancies turn out the same way in the long run: the weight goes on… the weight comes off… epidural or no, you have a baby and you take it home. Relax. It emphasizes that the only ‘perfect’ pregnancy is one where you deliver a child at the end of it. If you need anti nausea drugs to get there: so be it.  If you need pain relief: who cares? There is no plaque for going au naturel. I loved it, as it chilled me out.

Low points:

(1) Going for a routine ob / gyn appointment on Wednesday – of course, one Wes forgot about and so wasn’t there at. Honestly, I sulked a bit, but I didn’t really mind as he had been at the scan a few days earlier, and all I was expecting was *assume patronizing voice* “There there dear, how are FEELING? What are you WEIGHING? Are you SLEEPING? Good good” and off home again with a lollipop. Well before the Dr got to that, the nurse decided to listen to Firework’s (FW’s) heartbeat with a doppler. And she couldn’t find the heartbeat. I didn’t even worry, I said “Oh, it’s early and the baby is all scrunched in a corner of my uterus [I saw on Monday] and I am sure just hiding out out back” , but the nurse went all pale and hurried to get the Dr, who also couldn’t find the heartbeat. I said “I am really not worried – I am so bloated, and I know from my doppler at home that this makes it hard to hear the heartbeat. Plus again, it is early!”. The Dr went all pale and quiet and said ‘No, I should hear it by now. I am sorry, you need an emergency scan”. Then just left me in a room on my own for 15 mins, while she went to arrange it. As the whole atmosphere around the clinic changed (people avoiding my eyes) I went from quite calm to utter panic. I texted Wes who came flying down the interstate, tears in his eyes, at 95 mph and they lead me to a very quiet and drawn u/s technician who also could barely look at me. Well, she immediately pulled up a little pic of a very active FW. When I cheered FW did a full somersault! Right upside down. Which was very cool and made me cry. Turns out my placenta is in a weird place and was just blocking the HB.

Horrible but all good in the hood.

(2) Not eating dinner on Saturday night, waking up Sunday, and getting up to a head rush that didn’t end, lead to me losing my vision almost completely for ages and even when I sat down I started heaving and broke out in a huge sweat. Of course I completely panicked and flipped out, but it was just low blood pressure and sugar and lying down and eating a bannana 100% solved it and made me feel like a fool for freaking out. I was just passing out, but fighting it so it went on for ages. Lessons learned: (a) even if you can’t see, just lie down and (b) S’mores are not an acceptable dinner when pregnant. Fair enough.

High points: (1) Lying for my emergency u/s and having this conversation:

Nurse: “There! There can you see her heartbeat??”

Me: “No! Is it there?”

Nurse “Yes, it definitely is! And she is so active”. [To the u/s technician]: “We’re calling it a she because she thinks it is a girl”

U/s technician “Ummm… yeah…. I wouldn’t do that… it’s very clearly a boy”. A BOY!! I love it!! My future little MMA fighter 🙂 Yes, we have a name, but I am superstitious, so not telling anyone (except parents, and Clio).

Also (2) Being in the second trimester – woo hoo! (3) Not having sore breasts! Yes! (4) Getting lots of pics of FW (5) a reduction in sickness.

What I have been thinking this week: That I am feeling well enough to start eating healthy again, and I really have zero excuse for endless candy and fish fingers… or for not doing some cardio… Time to man up, and give FW a decent home. Also, now the highest risk stage has passed, frequently: Holy sh!t, this is actually happening. In 26 an actual, live baby will be here. Crapola… am I ready? Can I do this? Eh… I have Wes, we’ll figure it out.

Firework all scrunched up for our initial appointment.

Spread out and relaxed a couple of days later. Peaceful boy