It’s been a hot minute since I even logged into this blog, and I have to admit – it was nice to step away for a little while. Sure posts rattled around in my head and I wanted to write, but it was nice to take a break. This gestating momma kept busy with nursery prep and that whole J-O-B thing. And it’s a lot harder to teacher 7 and 8 year olds when you’re growing a baby yourself. Like, I-can’t-do-anything-else-but-work-eat-and-sleep harder. Oh, and go to doctor’s appointments, of which there are plenty.
In the meantime, however, I took my weekly bump pictures (most weeks)! I failed horribly at uploading them and editing on the regular and recently had to do so for 8 weeks of back-pics. Oops. That resulted in me not really remembering at all what happened those weeks. For a while I did write down notes to go back and add to the pictures and then I just stopped. But! the pictures are there! And this is #reallife.
I celebrated a birthday somewhere in the mix of things, as well as Rosh Hashanah (it came the next day), which involved a trip flying on my birthday (not my favorite thing ever) down to see family in Florida. Mike totally came through and cashed in frequent flyer points for first-class seat upgrades. Bonus! And we spent a day in a hotel on the beach, just Mike and I, which was really nice. There’s so much going on and so many people who want to be a part of our lives right now (which is great!), it made being just him and I so much sweeter.
And I’d be lying and totally omitting the truth if I didn’t tell you things are getting harder. I felt blessed with a relatively easy first trimester. Sure I had the normal nausea and food aversions but I never had a conversation with the porcelain telephone (my friend’s fancy way of saying ‘puking in the toilet’). I still despise BBQ sauce, though. And while anxiety plagued me well through the first and second trimester, causing me to have to take my blood pressure at the end of appointments only (thank you pregnancy-after-loss-fears), a little insomnia never hurt. Even on a daily basis. Every morning between 3 and 5am. Benedryl, lavender oil, meditation, and naps are my friends.
Now in the third trimester I have size on my side causing aches and pains, exhaustion and moodiness, and those damn migraines are back. Mimicking strokes, causing partial-body tingling-like paralysis, confusion, and speech impairment — they came out of nowhere and love to visit every 10 days or so. And since I’m pregnant, I can’t take my usual migraine fighting regiment. As such, I ended up in the ER on back-to-back days. No one likes a pregnant lady in severe pain, especially the pregnant lady herself. Now I’m armed with a narcotic prescription, and yes it’s safe for baby. It’s better than getting triple doses of dilauded and a $50 ER co-pay! Let me tell you, getting on that plane back from Florida while fighting a migraine was a lot better with drugs on my side. And yes I’ve tried meditation/tylenol/warm foot baths/Epsom salts/lavender/peppermint oil/cutting out sugar/eating magnesium rich foods/praying/and taking days off work. This is my battle. How far away is December?
So yeah, that’s where I’ve been: working, eating, sleeping, reading baby and birthing books, and trying to take care of this dear body and this sweet baby. I should mention all is well with him, by the way. He’s thriving and that’s the best this pregnancy-after-loss momma can ask for!
Until next time when I hopefully can get bump-progression pictures up, I leave you with this gem: