In my previous post on welcoming my new baby, I promised to share the details of my pregnancy journey.
Firstly, I would like to thank you all for the well wishes and prayers. It really is encouraging and means a lot to me.
So here’s what happened:
Finding out about my pregnancy: On an ordinary day in July, I woke up “feeling pregnant” – I wasn’t sick or anything, I just felt and knew that I was pregnant. But somehow, I was still stunned when I later took my pregnancy test and saw the positive result. I was excited but it all felt unreal. I kept giggling; it was great to not have to be scared. Having a 2016-baby was part of the plan and the best part is that the timing coincided with Daddy’s birthday so it made for a great gift. The downside of finding out very early, was that it made the months DRAG!!
What surprised me the most about this pregnancy: was how calm and cheerful I was throughout the two years, ooops, I mean 9,5 months. The panic, complaints and major discomfort only kicked in, in the last month. The rest of the time, I didn’t have any mood swings and I didn’t stress about anything. I also kept anticipating the morning sickness that never came (so grateful for this). I would honestly describe it as the best time of my life. So many other blessings manifested from this pregnancy.
Health/Cravings: EVERYTHING sweet and unhealthy. I was a pig!
Sleeping patterns: in the first few weeks, I was in bed before 8pm almost every night. I also started experiencing back pain very early on, so I loved cuddling up with my preggy pillow. I was always thirsty in the evenings so I struggled to cut down on the liquids before bedtime! I must say, things didn’t really improve in the second and third trimesters. I was stumbling to the loo in the dark, several times, every single night.
Gender reveal: we found out that we were expecting a girl at our 20 week visit. A part of me was secretly hoping it would be a boy (for the familiarity of it all) but over the weeks, I started getting excited about the idea of pretty tutu’s, glittery headbands and pumps. This experience has truly been different and new in every sense indeed and my girlie-mode is now fully activated!
My little man’s reaction: was the cutest ever and without a doubt, a moment I will never forget! He busted me one day when I forgot to “suck it in” and was very quick to confront me “Mom, do you have a baby in your tummy?” I came out with it and told him I was, although it was a lot sooner than I had wanted to tell him – 7 months is a long time to wait for a (then) 6-year old. I’ve never seen him that shocked and happy at the same time. From December he literally started counting down the days to his little sister’s arrival. He was such a superstar throughout and I’m glad we had so much time together before his sister’s arrival.
Skin: I broke out so badly. My skin is the one thing I always get complimented on and I’ve never-ever suffered from acne. But this time, my skin was a mess and I broke out on my face, chest and back. I tried everything to clear it, it went away for a few days in my third trimester, but came back again. I’m hoping it doesn’t leave any permanent marks on my skin.
Socialising: I was anti-social [note: not moody] for most of my pregnancy. I generally didn’t feel like being out and about or seeing a lot of people. I was content to be around my family and I spent the majority of my weekends and free time overseeing the renovations to our house and planning for our new arrival.
Exercise: what exercise?!
Weight gain and body changes: MASSIVE!!! … Let’s round things off nicely and say it was 20KG’s [although it was probably closer to 25Kg’s] – I didn’t weigh myself in the last 3 weeks. I wasn’t in my best shape before falling pregnant and those unhealthy cravings couldn’t have helped much here, so either way, I’m screwed. I started showing very early too, at 10 weeks I already had a mini bump.
The planned birth: because I had an emergency c-section with Little Man, I always knew that I would want to have an elective c-section with my next child. I had a good experience and I recovered quickly. After consultation with our OB/GYN, we chose a date and the theatre was booked for the 38th week. I love being prepared and Daddy is always busy so this route worked very well for our family.
Post partum recovery: this time, my recovery wasn’t as “good” and “quick” as the first, which was disappointing because I put a lot of effort into pushing myself to walk around and do as much as I can, independently, from the very next morning. I ended up in the Doctors rooms twice, a week later with a UTI and LOTS of other aches and pains. Thankfully, my antibiotics worked quickly and I was fine after a few days of treatment. For now, my kids [and damn grade two homework] are the first priority and I’m taking things one day at a time.
My Little Lady: is a peaceful, heavenly-smelling, little peach who never cries. She loves her food and has been a good sleeper for the most part. Her big brother is obsessed with her and I’m so grateful and excited that they have each other. My heart has been stretched with so much more love!
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Once again, thank you for all the baby-love, comments and messages!
Modern Zulu Mom