These five weeks flew by for me and I was grateful. For some reason, making it past the 30 week mark made the whole pregnancy seem do-able. It seemed as though if I could just turn that last corner, the next 10 weeks would be a homestretch to this long marathon.
If I could sum up these weeks in one word, it would have to be inconsistency. There were some really amazing days with increased energy that I took full advantage of and some rougher ones that left me crumpled in bed fighting nausea and headaches. The better days outweighed the bad though and gave me the relief that I needed to remain positive.
The hardest of days was my birthday. Unfortunately, upon arriving at the restaurant for my special meal, I was overwhelmed with a nauseous feeling that hadn’t struck me since the first trimester. I pulled through and we made it to the end of the meal, but staying positive was a challenge. It’s rare that I get dressed up and treat myself to a night out these days so being faced with sickness was just a bit of a disappointment.
Other than the birthday debacle, all the other down days were pretty manageable. I had found that high dose Magnesium really helped with my headaches and that taking a half hour to rest every 3-4 hours was just what I needed to keep me moving forward.
The most exciting part of this time was definitely feeling the baby move more and more. I have an anterior placenta which means that instead of attaching to the back of my uterus, it’s right up on the front. There’s nothing wrong with the placement, but it does mean that I feel his movements less since the placenta is acting as a pillow between him and my belly. Until about week 27, his movements were very light and hard to detect, but once he got some weight to him, it was easier to feel him moving around and David was finally able to feel him for the first time as well.
I had been receiving reports from my doctor that the midwives and doctor were concerned about the baby’s size and wanted to watch it closely. This suddenly turned into being concerned about my belly’s size which was of course, a little challenging since I’ve worked so hard throughout the pregnancy to eat healthy and pay attention to my weight gain. While my weight was still on target, my belly was measuring about 2cms ahead of schedule. I was told this could be nothing or that it could mean that the baby is much larger than anticipated or that he was having difficulties developmentally and was not swallowing the right amount of fluid which could mean problems after birth. The toughest part about pregnancy is the unknown. Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do but wait and that was all we could do to see what was happening. David was a trooper during this time reassuring me that everything was more than likely fine and that the extra centimeters didn’t mean a failure on my part to try and stay healthy.
So while these weeks were full of inconsistency, I was thankful that they brought me to 30 weeks without any major issues. I was also grateful to have the opportunity to learn more patience through the waiting process. Sometimes that’s all that you can do in life and I’m thankful for these small moments to learn how to push aside the anxiety of having to know answers and embracing the quiet of the unknown.
Until next time!