I was very very pleased to read the words “your baby is now viable” this week in all the baby apps. It means if the baby does arrive a lot earlier than expected then it has a much greater chance of survival. It feels like such a milestone. I’ve definitely not been wishing this pregnancy away but I’ve been waiting to reach this point as a sort of reassurance.
With the last pregnancy I’m pretty sure I had already bought a million and one things and set his room all up in neutral colours. It was bloody expensive but so so exciting. This baby is going to be very much fly by the seat of my pants baby. In the nicest way possible. I was determined last time that I had to be completely 100% organised and I think I bought every baby related “helpful” item known to man thinking I wouldn’t be able to get out easily. It was my sister in law at the time that pointed out that I wasn’t going to prison and that I could, post baby, buy other things if I wanted to. I didn’t hear her though. And just carried on buying. Ahh how times change. This time I am still obsesed with nesting. Next stop will be to deep clean every single kitchen cupboard.
My back and joints have mostly been behaving over the last fortnight but I’ve found I’ve become much slower. The bump has had a few growth spurts and we have affectionately nicknamed it “the beachball” because of the way I’m carrying, all out front. I think I need to adjust my centre of gravity now and remember not to knock into things. I pretty much just shuffle about and whilst it’s fine I can’t do long work journeys to London anymore. I was gutted to turn down a Jack the Ripper tour but I guess it’s probably not the best tour to do whilst almost 6 months pregnant.
By sheer luck I’ve had a change of midwife and she is absolutely lovely. I resigned myself to seeing someone who always came across like she’d been eaten down by life and didn’t really want to be there. As it was all blood pressure and heart beat listening in the early weeks I didn’t mind too much and accepted she was never really going to be overly enthusiastic. Suddenly having a different, energetic midwife has come as a pleasant surprise. She’s learnt my whole history including the IVF episodes and it gave me chance to recall that whole period and talk about my wonderful consultant yet again calling him the best doctor we ever had. She piped up at the end, eyes lit up, “I know him! I’m going to tell him that”. Err oops.
I have the dreaded glucose tolerance test very soon and the next few weeks will be filled with more scans to monitor the baby’s growth. I now know I very much slipped through the net last time. Not that I cared. My baby furniture matching got me through and it was a happy pregnancy because of it. This time, with countless Little Z new school meetings all thrown into the mix I know we’re all going to be collectively running around right down to the wire. Right now, the emotion of him starting big school is a lot more overwhelming than a new baby arriving. As is the thought of juggling two. So for now I am not thinking about it.