Funnily enough, although this is a pregnancy update, I haven’t written a post about my pregnancy journey thus far. I have shared with you that we are expecting our first baby in July in a few posts (here, here, and here), and if you follow me on Instagram you’ll see my bumpdates (that’s a thing, right?) roughly every fortnight, but that’s all I’ve given you – possibly because our life hasn’t slowed down since finding out last October, rather it sped up.
Here comes Spot: My Pregnancy Journey
This Friday will see me enter the final trimester of pregnancy, I’ll be 28 weeks. Where on earth did that time go?
When We Found out…The First Trimester
We’d been away for the weekend in Geelong for my cousin’s wedding. I’d dyed my hair the day before the wedding, I drank a bottle of wine at the wedding (I can’t even remember the last time I drank prior to that!), and whilst packing for the wedding, I was having difficulties picking an outfit because I was unexpectedly bloated. When we got home on the Sunday night, I fell asleep on the couch somewhere between 20:00 and 21:00 (8:00pm and 9:00pm). Completely uncharacteristic of me. I did, however, have to be at work the next morning at 07:00 to move a car out of Jam Factory. Oh jeez, that was one helluva bloody ordeal. Millimetres, and by millimetres I really mean micromillimetres, between the car and the glass sliding doors. It was me and my boss and a nosey cleaner trying to tell us what to do. Seriously mate, btfu! In the end, I was making myself sick trying to get it out the doors, so my boss jumped in and I did the spotting. Once the car was out we both took a breather on the seats right out front of Jam Factory, but I felt awfully queasy. Home to rest for me!
We found out that Spot was on board later that day on Monday 26 October 2015 at about 22:50 (10:50pm). We’d been not trying not preventing for a few months so I’d seen enough negative responses to really elevate my excitement levels when that second pink line appeared – even if it did take a little while to become that dark pink (it was late at night, after all). We made an appointment to see the doctor the next morning to order blood tests, and just after lunch on Wednesday 28 October 2015, my hCG levels were confirmed: we are going to have a baby! Holy poo on toast, we are going to be parents. At this stage, I was roughly 3 – 4 weeks, and baby was the size of a poppy seed. A tiny little spot. And that, my friends, is how Spot’s embryonic name came about. Alex thought of it all on his own! I had been leaning towards Jellybean but Spot was just perfect.
Our first scan – the dating scan – was done around seven weeks. Even this early on, our little Spot was incredibly active. And now, 21 weeks later, Spot is still as active as ever. We seem to think that their desire to use my uterus as their personal trampoline contributed to my 24/7 nausea and fatigue in the first trimester. Thankfully I wasn’t sick particularly often, but the nausea and fatigue were so much that I worked two or three times in the first trimester. It wasn’t until the New Year that the morning sickness really started to disappear and I could resume regular work duties.
We told our parents, my grandfather, my brother and his wife, and a couple of close friends (because I needed to talk to my girlfriends who had been through it before!) in the few days after we found out.
Alex’s brother and his wife had their first baby in late November, and when we were in at the hospital visiting the day she was born, Alex’s brother made a passing comment that we’d be next. It was so difficult not to say anything to them then and there, at this stage I was about eight weeks. I remember that I literally had to bite my lip to stop myself from saying something!
We opted to give everyone else a really awesome surprise on either Christmas Eve (Alex’s family celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve because they’re Polish) or Christmas Day: our 12 weeks was 25 December. We had our dating scan a few days before Christmas and seeing Spot on the screen again – and hearing the heartbeat – made my heart melt. Although very real, it was still such an amazing thing knowing that we had created a human being. Our scan pictures were so fabulous: in a space of 20 seconds our active little baby had gone from one side of the womb to the other. Some people actually thought we were having twins until we explained that it was simply a case of an active baby.
Being able to show and tell our family and friends our little secret was wonderful, and also a relief because my clothes were getting awfully tight!
Second Trimester Musings
Alex had been in his new job for two weeks when we found out Spot was on board, so that hastened our decision to move closer to Alex’s work. In early January we started looking for a place, found this one quite quickly – just two kilometres from his work – and moved in over the Australia Day long weekend. We had two weeks to pack and move. I was a machine and packed up the majority of our cute little one bedder while Alex was at work. Not bad given I was 14 weeks pregnant. We moved when I was 16 weeks and I couldn’t do much at all: I’d never felt so useless. Even with my back problem, the other times we’d moved I’d still been able to do some stuff. All I could do this time was give instructions (on reflection, maybe not such a bad thing, hehe!)
Unpacking wasn’t so easy though. All the boxes had been stacked on top of each other, with some boxes that weren’t a priority being on the top. Did I mention the fact that almost everything had been dumped into Spot’s room? I didn’t? Well there you go, Spot’s room was the dumping ground. I understand why, it was the only room of the house that we didn’t need to use immediately, but even to this day (for some members of this household…and there are only two of us!) it has been a case of “Out of sight, out of mind.”
Earlier this week I finally got a desk to work at (post coming about that later) so that meant that I could, after 11 long weeks, unpack the final two boxes in Spot’s room. Spot’s room still has a lot of stuff in there but I’m happy to report that it will be empty by the time they arrive. The leftovers is stuff we need to put into storage (thank goodness for parents, storage sheds are a sheer luxury!), donate, or find a storage solution for here (our flat has very little storage, and what it does have is already occupied).
Side note: I really dislike the fact there is no gender neutral pronoun for unborn babies. If ever we don’t refer to Spot as Spot, we use they, their, or them. Of course, people naturally think that means that I’m growing more than one human, then proceed to look at Alex or I or the pair of us with confusion.
Last week, we ordered/laybyed Spot’s bedroom furniture. We found a really awesome bedroom suite that is the perfect height for my back – Spot’s safety and mine are pretty darned important, I don’t want to have to bend much to pick them up. The cot won’t be set up for a little while though as we’ve purchased a modular set that will eventually convert to a single bed and two bedside tables that will last them quite a long time. We did think we’d be able to have the cot and the change table set up in their room and have the bassinet in our room, but it turns out that you can only have one combination or the other set up at one time. We’ve opted instead to just get a second hand change table and have the bassinet in our room (which will be slightly modified, we need to add casters to it to move it around the house) and use the shelves that would have been used for change table storage for general storage of Spot’s things.
The other piece of furniture we got was a chair for feed times et cetera. I’d been keeping an eye out for a second hand one but couldn’t find one in decent condition, so we opted to get a new one. Plus this way, I can wear it in to my comfort.
The Final Countdown: Where to from here?
With what I’m sure will be 12 very short weeks before Spot arrives, I’m hoping that we can take the final trimester in our stride and enjoy our last final weeks as a duo without too much hassle:
- This week we’ll be sending out the invitations for our baby q shower that we’re having at the end of May;
- We’re having a pregnancy mini session with our beautiful wedding photographer, Clare Metcalf Photography, this Saturday late in the afternoon to catch that glorious autumn light;
- Our 28 week check up is next Monday;
- I’m seeing the anaesthesiologist at 32 weeks to discuss the possibility of needing an epidural because of my back condition;
- We’ve got our childbirth class, an all day session at The Women’s, for 15 May;
- We get an extra scan at 34 weeks + 3 days because I have uterine fibroids, the doctors need to make sure they won’t obstruct the birth…but hey, we get to see our baby again before they arrive!!;
- I’d like us to have at least one date night per fortnight before Spot arrives; and finally,
- I want to get a pedicure and a pregnancy massage.
Of course, there’s bound to be last minute shopping for things we haven’t got already, but other than that, I think we’re pretty good to go. It’s so wonderful and scary all at once to think that in twelve weeks, we will be parents. We cannot wait to meet our Spot and teach them all that we can.
Do you remember how you felt in the lead up to your baby’s arrival? I’d love to hear all about it in the comments!