So, my 25 week photo.
I lost 5kg this week, after the stomach bug floored me. I’m still not fully recovered, having no energy and finding food hard to stomach. Funnily enough, with both pregnancies previous, I caught a stomach bug around the 20 ish week mark and lost weight. I’d hoped to miss the hell that is vomiting until your eyes ache this time, but it seems that some things continue to happen regardless of what I want.
Of course, it’s all coincidence, but three pregnancies running? Really?
Ugh.
I’m hoping I can recover from this – I managed to with Isaac, but didn’t manage to with Amy. This pregnancy is more like my first than my second, so I’m a little concerned about the increased nausea and inability to eat anything. I was awake at 4am last night taking more anti-nausea meds after the urge to vomit woke me up.
Yesterday in the car, the baby flipped breech (again) and I’ve done nothing but swear about it since. Not because I am worried about her being breech, but because having baby feet kicking your cervix from the inside is painful. Not to mention she’s pressing on a nerve in my right hip.
Pregnancy is so glamorous, isn’t it?
How are you?
eeeeeeeee! I just had a big eeeeeeee! of excitedment for the pending arrival of your third beautiful child…. I hope you start feeling better though – even if it is just slightly. EEE! baby!
Ugh no fun hun :/
Oh gosh, I do hope you recover. And yes, my first was reverse breachand she just completely pinched that nerve. Auch
It’s the worst, isn’t it? Broken capillaries are so unbecoming. Hope you start to feel better soon x
Ok, how can you tell that baby is breech? I can tell she is moving, but I can’t tell where. Like… now, I feel flutters and jabs in my sides and thuds in my bladder and cervix. I would assume flutters are feet, and thuds are head? maybe??
Today, at 24 weeks, I push mowed my 1/4 acre lawn. 2, TWO neighbor men came running out to stop me. “what in gods name are you doing? Where is your husband”. Being the mouthy, pissy, pregnant, roller derby girl that I am, I stated that I would kick them in the effing crotch if they said one more stupid thing to me. I was so mad. I swim 2-3 miles a week. I bike 12 miles on Saturdays. Mowing is a nice rest workout for me.
But you know. I wouldn’t trade any of it for the barfs!! I hate the barfs more than the world. I am so sorry that you have all the troubles. You are a pretty strong woman. Much stronger than me. I have a childish mental breakdown daily because I can’t breathe, or I have heartburn. I can’t imagine your aches now. <3
Five kilos? Not good. Thinking of you, wish I could have a chat over a cuppa, but this message will have to do to let you know I’m still around, passing by. I’m just paddling like all heck beneath the waves. I need another two days every week just now!
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