These weeks flew by faster than any others. We waited until my 22nd week to have our gender ultrasound. Our deductible rolled over the start of January so David implored me to act like an adult and wait the extra week and a half so that we could apply the cost to the new deductible. So wait we did.
The holidays came and went during this time and I found myself counting down the days not to Christmas but rather our ultrasound. I was really eager of course for the gender reveal, but I was also anxious to have good reports on all the health checks. Moving into the holidays, I felt strong and more like myself which was really helpful when it came to celebrating. My appetite came back just in time for all my favorite meals and my body kept up well with all the hustle and bustle of the season.
Week 22 was the exciting point for us. We found out our Little is a gentleman which came as a delight to us both. David was a little more excited about the news. He actually had to put his head down on the table when I told him because he was so full of emotion. It was the dearest. Our sweet ultrasound tech had us close our eyes during that part of the ultrasound and took some extra photos and labeled them so that we could take a look at them later on when it was just the two of us. We were thrilled to learn the gender but even more delighted to know that he was healthy in every way.
While at the ultrasound, our little guy was pretzeled up and refused to move so the Dr. ordered another check in four weeks to get a better view of the heart and feet. This was really exciting to me because I just wanted to see our little guy’s face as often as possible! During the wait, I started to experience a small bout of prenatal depression. If you read my mental health story, you’ll know that I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety for the last 10+ years. While my anxiety has been tepid throughout my entire pregnancy, my depression has cropped up starting around week 23. I’ve been extremely aware of my down days and am sure to let David know when I’m struggling so he can help keep an eye on it. Typically, symptoms only last a day or so and fade when I’m able to spend some time at home alone, but it can be a challenge when I’m trying to remain positive about all my body changes. The thing with depression is that there isn’t always a cause. So most of the hard days are unexplainable and can’t be comforted with words. Overall, the whole experience has been manageable and I’m thankful to have a job that allows me to be a recluse at home when need be.
These weeks were a major challenge for me as my belly continued to grow but not quite enough to give a clear indication that I was in fact pregnant. I found myself trying to hide under clothes a lot. Anything form fitting just gave me the appearance of eating too many Christmas cookies rather than a sweet bump. I can’t complain though. I know a lot of people struggle with their weight from an early stage so the fact that I was on target for my gain was encouraging even if I felt as though my body wasn’t quite reflecting the stage I was at.
Overall, these were some of the best weeks because most of my struggles were emotionally based. Most of the aches and pains I had been experiencing subsided which was a huge relief. For the first time in months, I was enjoying food again and not being stopped in my tracks by lighting ligament pains. Looking back, I wish I could have slowed these days down just a bit. Next time around, I’ll be sure to take in these moments with a bit more acknowledgment- for the weeks to follow proved to be the start of it’s own challenges.
Until next time!