Ask any expectant mother what she thinks of the final trimester and she’ll probably swear at you, and then cry while peeing herself a little bit (but only enough that she won’t notice until she goes to the toilet later and wonders why her underwear is abnormally wet). 36 weeks is exactly a month from “due date”, though usually from 37 weeks onward you’re considered “full term” and therefore are probably thinking f*** the due date.
And indeed I am thinking f*** the due date. Until this week, we had a beautiful little holiday planned- so I was desperately crossing my legs in order to have our holiday before we have a baby. And now that the holiday is over and I’m sitting at home, slightly peeling from sunburn and 100% guaranteed uncomfortable, I want this babe OUT. Everything hurts, my back, my ever-cramping legs (that only seem to cramp in the middle of the night when I’m trying to sleep), my ribs, my head and don’t even get me started on lightning crotch (look it up if you’re unaware of what it is, you’ll probably wince in pain just reading about it if you’re female. And probably even if you’re male).
It’s this part of pregnancy that makes you truly sympathetic toward the poor women who run past their date. Ladies- I love and respect you so much. You’re bloody champions. Though it also makes you thankful to have a pregnancy run smooth enough to reach full term, because there is no doubt there are ladies out there that don’t get to take their wee ones home because of how early they are born, and they also are so so strong and admirable.
For me, this last month has held many sneaky little surprises from our little girl. A little over 2 weeks ago I lost my mucus plug- yes, ew sounds gross, but if you’re a mum or know anything about pregnancy you’ll know this could be a big deal but could also mean nothing at all as they can and are known to regenerate themselves. I’ve also had a few braxton hicks contractions that have been a LOT more intense than what I’m used to. Though these things have certainly made me a little more on guard, for the sake of not getting overly excited only to be disappointed, I haven’t been too hopeful of these being signs that labour may be near, because we all know that it could also be very far. Babies come when they’re ready! And not a moment before.
Update on the name, we’ve picked it! How exciting! Hint- 3 syllables. That’s all you’re getting hint wise though! And honestly I’m so glad we’re keeping it between ourselves until she’s born. It’s like our own beautiful little secret. The name is really special to us both, just like she already is really really special to us. And I’d suggest not trying to guess, or if you are going to guess don’t bother asking us because we aren’t going to crack- it’s our pact together to keep it from you all *evil laugh*. Trust us though, it’s beautiful and probably the furthest from tacky you can get so not to worry, we’re definitely not that far into odd names.
The last few visits with the midwife have been pleasant and hopeful, though today I’ve been told that my iron levels are still continuing to drop, which is not bad news for baby but more so bad news for me in a sense of labour, birth and recovery. For obvious reasons, including the fact that most women tend to lose a lot of blood during labour, and having less iron than usual can lead to exhaustive recovery and difficulty breast feeding (not what I want to hear). So I’ve taken it upon myself to up my iron intake again (have already been on iron tablets) to double, including tablet form as well a whole food form. So hopefully I can increase my levels before the birth. *if any ladies have had issues with this in their own pregnancies I’d love to hear from you about how you went about solving the issue for yourself*
Maternity leave has been pleasant. Foxtel has been my best friend thus far, as well as ducted air conditioning and the comfy cloud sac (they’re incredible- I’ll put a photo below if you don’t know what I’m talking about. A pregnant ladies best friend. So shout out to my mother-in-law Dee for being awesome enough to own one! I promise to try not to let my waters go on it 😉 ). Surprisingly I haven’t been too lonely, even the days I’m home alone the animals keep me company, well as much as an overly crazy pupper, two sneaky cats and a couple of fishies can. As well as the often and welcome calls from my mum, keeping my reassured and as sane as I can be while my insides are being kickboxed.
My appetite has been up and down. Fruit, as it always has been, is my favourite thing. Beyond that it’s anything sweet or whatever I seem to be craving (even Big Macs at 1am, shoutout to my incredible partner Dan for being so understanding and taking me through their drive through last Thursday at 1am, I love you more than words can describe)
Really our little one could be here any day now, or it could be weeks. We’re still just as excited as we always have been. If not more. As long as she’s happy and healthy we’ll be completely content with whenever she arrives. Stay posted though guys! You never know, our next post might just be of a tiny little face and a heart swelling with love and admiration. 💕💕💕