I have found that my spelling and grammar has actually got
worse the more pregnant I become.
I reckon it’s because little Parfitt is using up all my
useful brain cells for growing. I do find I have to concentrate a lot harder at
the moment, although that’s probably down to tiredness more than anything else.
After being told that they wanted to check his growth I went
back to the hospital for another scan only to be told I’d been booked in too
early and that they wouldn’t be able to tell anything from the results.
I ended up going back a week ago on Friday and seeing the
sonographer again (my sixth scan) to be told the doctor had worried us
unnecessarily and that baby is growing well and is absolutely fine.
He weighed about 3lbs 6ozs then so I’m hoping that means
he’ll be between 7lbs and 8lbs when he’s born. I don’t fancy squeezing out
anything bigger than that!
I also had a full glucose tolerance test after my
gestational diabetes test came back with raised levels.
Fortunately, the test was fine and I haven’t developed
diabetes, so I can carry on stuffing the doughnuts into my gob.
Actually, I need to stop doing that. I have developed a
really sweet tooth and have been craving a lot of chocolate and sugar, which is
not something that bothered me before I knew I was expecting him.
We also started NCT classes a few of weeks ago. There are
six couples, including us, and it’s been really nice to meet people who are due
to have babies around the same time and to talk about the stuff that’s worrying
us all.
Everyone in the class is lovely and we’ve learned a lot of
interesting and useful stuff. To anyone who is in two minds about doing NCT
classes I would say it’s well worth the £160 we forked out for it.
It’s also made me address the fact that I’ve actually got to
give birth.
I know it sounds daft but I hadn’t really equated the fact
that the bump I am sporting is a person that’s got to come out of me.
Although he is moving so much now and I quite often see bits
of him poking out all over the place which makes it more real. There are also
really hard bits although I have no idea whether I’m touching his back, arm,
head or leg when I prod it.
He’s probably getting really annoyed with being poked. He’s
not a massive fan of scans and will kick out when he can feel something
pressing down on him. I don’t blame him really, I’m not sure I’d appreciate
being poked all the time.
Anyway, despite being told he’s growing well we have to go
back for another scan at 36 weeks, which seems really pointless. But that’s
what they’ve recommended so that’s what we’ll do.
This morning I had my 34-week appointment with the midwife.
She can’t tell whether he’s still in the breech position or not, but his
heartbeat was down towards my pelvis so hopefully that means he’s turning.
The midwife also commented on my massive swollen feet. A
month ago they swelled up to three times their normal size and despite me
sleeping with my legs raised every night and trying to put my feet up when I
can, within five minutes of me walking around they are massive again.
It can be a sign of pre-eclampsia but I have normal blood
pressure and no protein in my urine, plus no other symptoms, and baby’s fine,
so it’s just one of those things.
I now only have two pairs of shoes that fit my feet – my
Birkenstocks and a pair of black pumps – and I have resigned myself to the fact
that my feet will not be back to their pre-pregnancy size until after he’s
born.
Big feet I can cope with but they throb a lot and can be
painful. My movement is also restricted by the swelling which is making it
harder to get around. Long periods of driving makes them worse too.
I’ve started getting pins and needles in my fingers, which
are also swollen. My wedding and engagement rings won’t budge. I should probably
try and get them off before I have to have them cut off.
My tummy has also started itching like mad, particularly at
night. I think it must be the skin stretching but it drives me insane at times.
No stretch marks yet though, let’s hope it stays that way!
So now I only have six weeks and two days to go until my due
date. We are so unprepared.
If you walked into our flat you would have no clue that we
are having a baby unless you looked at the pile of stuff we have in the corner
of our bedroom.
I am counting down the days to maternity leave as physically
it is getting a lot harder to do my job when I have to travel around. I can’t
walk up a hill without sounding like some sort of perv heavy breathing down a
phone line.
My last working day is September 6 by which time I will be
two and half weeks away from my due date. I can’t wait.
