24 Weeks – EDC 28/05/13

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

 

This week, I’ve found myself pondering the logistics of riding my horse again once the baby comes. With this in mind, I set off (aided by the cooler, less humid weather) to visit my trusty steed. She found herself subjected to a little bit of discipline (actually had a halter put on, was tied to the fence, groomed, and then led around the paddock and expected to be a good girl), as opposed to just being groomed while she’s grazing.  But this blog isn’t about my adventures with my horse, so I will move on.

 

Baby is getting definite waking and sleeping times, getting more and more active as the day progresses before falling asleep in a big heavy lump, generally on the right side of my belly (because that’s the side mummy likes to sleep on).

 

Friday, 8 February 2013 (Day 3)

 

I had a midwife appointment today. Everything seems to be going well and is on track. Fundal height is 25cm, and baby’s heartbeat was 140 (I don’t know if that was an estimate or not). The baby was kicking out at the Doppler wand and then the midwife was chasing the baby around trying to find the heartbeat. I ended up bursting out laughing, and then we had to start the whole process again.

 

Having now discovered that hubby has a blood type of O+ (and with me having a blood type of A-), I now need to have Anti-D shots (shots to stop me reacting to positive blood types) as there is at least a 50% or greater chance of me having a baby with a positive blood type. However, I have declined at this stage to do the two hour glucose tolerance test, opting instead to have a random blood sugar test done when I have my next blood tests done sometime before my 28 week appointment with my midwife.

 

I took the bus to the hospital so I didn’t have to worry about parking. This was the first time I’ve taken the bus, so I’ve never before found out the name of the nearest bus stop to my house, which is very aptly named ‘duck pond’. Of course, this will only mean something to you if you know where I live, and as I’m not about to divulge this private information on a very public forum, I’ll leave it as a private joke for those that do know.

 

Sunday, 10 February 2013 (Day 5)

 

I was dreaming about the baby kicking me this morning, and that I was sitting on the couch with Brad on one side and someone else on the other, both with their hands on my belly feeling the baby kick. I woke up to the baby kicking very hard against the mattress. I then felt the baby kicking all the way though church. One nice, healthy, active bubba.

 

Also, I definitely feel like I look pregnant, as opposed to just fat. I also think I’m starting to waddle a little, particularly toward the end of the day.