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Yesterday I reached 36 weeks pregnant. We are at the 1 month countdown!

I’m sat writing this pregnancy update and to be honest my mind is blank. All I can feel right now is the anxiety rushing through me about going into labour and then having a baby.

There’s a couple of reasons for my increased anxiety. First was spending an evening in triage around women in labour. I had to have my lady bits looked at (I won’t go into gross details) and in one afternoon/evening I had 3 different people look down there and poke and prod me. The worst being the male consultant. I mean seriously, could you have been a little bit more gentle?! I felt like he was tearing me apart. Even the midwife was telling me to breath through it. She didn’t seem too impressed with how rough he was being. I really felt like kicking him in the… you know. The experience just reminded me of what’s to come. If this was hurting then I wasn’t going to enjoy labour for the second time was I!

It’s fine Alex, you did it once, you can do it again. I’m open to any drugs though. I’ll try with minimal, but if I ask for more, bloody give it to me.

This all happened on Wednesday and since then I’ve been feeling a little nervous about everything, but I think that’s pretty understandable.

The second reason I’ve been feeling so anxious is because of the amount of people who keep telling me how low my bump is! I’ve known it has dropped for a couple of weeks now, and in comparison to my friend who is due 10 days after me, I am quite low. But everyone holds differently and that doesn’t mean baby boy will be early! But hearing it over and over gets you thinking and every little niggle I feel makes me think he might be on his way.

I’ve also got to the ‘I’m fat’ stage in pregnancy like I did with Lamb. I got to the end and just exploded. Big bump, even bigger bum. I can’t look at myself in the mirror too much because if I did I’d stop leaving the house. I know I can lose the weight, I’ll be straight back to weight watchers, but it’s still not nice to see how much I’ve gained. *Sigh*.

I’ve finally packed my hospital bags. They are in the boot of the car while we are on holiday in Butlins! I’ll go over them again next week and double check as I kind rushed packing them. I’ll also be writing a blog post on what I’ve packed soon.

That’s it for this week. Not much else has happened. Oh, other than braxton hicks kicking again (they calmed down for a couple of weeks). I had a look over my birth plan, and I’ll tell you about this next week.

See you next Sunday when I’ll be full term! Holy moly!

Ax

Well I suppose it’s time to jot down a little update on my second pregnancy! It still feels weird writing that. I’m pregnant. Wow.

A while ago I wrote a post on thinking about baby number 2. If you would have asked me earlier in the year I would have been completely against the idea. Not because I didn’t want a second baby, just because I was absolutely not ready.

Fast forward to July and we just decided to go for it. Just like that.

It’s my 30th birthday next year and it dawned on me I would love to have my second baby before then. That only gave me a small window to start trying. Crazy as it sounds, that was one of the reasons I changed my mind about trying for a baby!

As well as that, we realised Lamb needs a sibling. He loves his cousins and loves being around his friends, but as with any toddler, he’s getting a little spoilt and we decided now’s the time to introduce a new member of the family to share with and love.

It was late July when we threw away the protection. I knew nothing would happen for the next month as I had missed ovulation, but we decided to get into the swing of things 😉

Mother Nature arrived in August (as expected) then the trying commenced.

As we approached mid September I realised I had no idea when my period was due. I’m so rubbish at keeping a note of things like that. I wasn’t using a period tracking app. Those things become too stressful. Constantly worrying about tracking intimacy, ovulation, fertility. Blah, blah, blah.

I just got on with things and let nature take it’s course.

Well, it’s seems nature had been hard at work and my period was late. September 13th my friend did a little digging and worked out my last period was on the 10th August, which made me 1 week late.

There you go. Did I even need to do a test? I was a week late!

I had some of those cheap tests at home, so decided to do a couple that night. I’m sure you can all guess the result. Yep, I was pregnant!

My husband was pretty shocked. I mean, we got pregnant in the first month of trying! We honestly thought it would take a few months to conceive. We gave ourselves that time to prepare mentally for the expansion of our family. But, turns out we had thrown ourselves in the deep end.

When we were trying to conceive Lamb it took us 3 months. The first 2 months came back negative. I was using apps to track everything. Constantly checking we had been intimate enough. Too much pressure. The third month I deleted the apps, we went on holiday, I had 1 too many cocktails (or 6 too many) and abracadabra we made a baby!

This was the exact reason I didn’t use any apps this time. Trying for a baby can be stressful enough without constantly checking your phone to see if you are doing it right.

I’m now 13 weeks pregnant. We had our first scan on (remember, remember) the 5th of November. We made a little announcement video which you can view here.

Although trying for a baby was super easy for us this time, I haven’t had an easy first trimester. We’ve had the worst luck one family can have in the last 2 months, which I’m sure you’ve heard me moan about on social media.

Things are looking up, but I want to go back to the 21st of September and expand on what happened to me that day. But I’ll leave that for another blog post…

Ax