Welcome back to my tenth pregnancy update – weeks 22-24!
I feel broken from the last two weeks. Week 22 started with Florence being ill; high temperature, vomit….you name it. We were changing bed sheets in the night, forcing medicine into a child that gags on it and generally walking around like zombies for a week. That’s on top of the night time trips to the toilet – four times last night, four bloody times!!
Going into week 23 I really began to struggle with the pain in my pelvis. If I’ve been sat for too long everything seizes up and it’s quite painful to stand up straight and walk. I have a constant pain between my legs which feels sort of like the bruising you get post birth. The pain makes standing on one leg to get dressed impossible so I either sit on the edge of the bed to dress or have to support myself on something nearby. I feel about 90 years old.
I’ve already started mentally writing the ‘How do you know when to stop having children?’ post. I was always worried that the broody feeling I’ve experienced since having Logan would never go away but it seems to be evaporating fast. I kind of feel ready to do my own thing after this baby, do the stay at home mum stuff and then just be a great mum to the kids I have and get my own life back. Not only that but my body seems to be telling me three is enough. The weeks seem to be going backwards and the date I start my maternity leave seems to keep edging over the brow of a hill I can never reach.
What a moany old post this has been.
There were some amazing highlights in week 23. Namely seeing our little girl at a private scan once more. It was an unplanned scan and came about through Facebook. The clinic were looking for women ‘guinea pigs’ to assist in training their sonographers. We didn’t get all the usual checks you’d expect if you pay for a scan but we saw the heart beating away, the fingers waving at us and got a great little picture. Florence came too but she was more interested in the fizzy Haribo then the pictures on the screen.
On the way to the scan I also stopped in Aldi and picked up some lovely bits for baby girl. It was all so reasonable I had to get it while I was there and before they had sold out.
I decided not to take up my midwife on the optional 25 week appointment and so I still have another three and a half weeks before I hear the heartbeat again or get my bumped measured for the first time.
I know it’s a little premature but I’ve started laying out the bits I want to pack for baby’s hospital bag. Mainly because we have two weekends away before baby comes (hopefully) and I need to take a packed bag and my notes just in case. It’s so exciting and I’ve been loving reading other people’s ‘what’s in my hospital bag’ posts or watching their vlogs.