Today I am 17 weeks and 4 days pregnant and feeling it! But still with the ever shrinking/ growing bump. Now you see it…
Now you don’t!
Or something. I know you can still see it, technically, but I am still at that having to tell people stage. My bump does not enter the room before me. And actually, I’m glad. Despite the sickness and the tiredness and the not being able to have a glass of wine, I am actually starting to like being pregnant. I am wanting it to slow down a little. In a couple of weeks we have our 20 week scan and then, from experience, things usually fly. I’m happy to take ‘is she, isn’t she?’ for a little longer now!
This week the poppyseed is now the size of a rather unromantic sounding turnip! Ha. Apparently the size of my palm and weighing around 5 ounces. That certainly doesn’t account for how heavy I feel right now, but hey ho. Baby is joining in on this whole developing fat thing too, so it’s nice to know I’m not on my own here. The brain is now regulating the heart, so it no longer beats randomly; now it is pumping twice as fast as mine (and mine races now and then!), regular and -hopefully- strong. Next week I hope the midwife will take a listen and let me hear this happening.
And me? I’m doing lots better. I’m back on the metocloprimide and it’s finally working again after a couple of rough nights. The insomnia has crept back a little but we can’t have everything. I’m trying to ward off the sickness in other ways still, with daily pilates and this week I took up membership at the swanky hotel pool round the corner from me so that I can swim a lot too. I read swimming is good for nausea so I’ll give it a go!
Emotionally, I think it is starting to dawn on me that there will soon be a newborn baby in the house once more. How’s that going to work? I mean, seriously?