37 weeks, third trimester = almost over. I’ve come to realise that although my body is designed for pregnancy my mental state is not. As my husband frequently lets me know, I’ve been grumpy for the whole 9 months! I found the first trimester hard due to nausea and tiredness. My second trimester passed in an equally tired blur as the bloom I expected never happened. My third trimester seems to have been spent with my feet up watching Edward play. We have been getting out every day but it’s been hard work in this colder weather – if I ever have anther baby I will plan it so my third trimester coincides with summer so the kids can spend all day in the garden!
I saw a consultant last week who booked me in for my csection. The appointment was very impersonal and I’m glad it’ll be my second section as I knew what to expect. I was swabbed for MRSA and given tablets to take at home the night before and morning of the section.
I mentioned a couple of niggles I’ve been having which he totally dismissed. So pins and needles in my hands, nausea, heartburn and insomnia are all lovely side effects of being pregnant. I read that insomnia is nature’s way of preparing you for sleepless nights! Bring it on, I’d rather be awake with something to do than awake and planning batch cooking for the toddler!
Edward has now had five sessions at nursery. The first two were reduced hours to help him settle in but he’s now completed three full sessions.
Our main goal was to help him socialise with other children. I didn’t realise how hard this would be and despite lots of activities he seemed to pick up bad habits rather than good from other children. Without making it sound like I wanted to let someone else take responsibility for his behaviour we decided it would be of major benefit if he had regular time with other children in a secure environment.
I’m really happy the way he has settled in. As soon as we pull up outside the building he practically jumps out of the car and is running up the path. He gets collected at the front door and I have to get my kisses and cuddles in before he’s off without a backward glance. Obviously this is preferable to him not wanting to go, I’m just bemused that we’ve spent 19 months together and he’s so happy to spend time away from me!
It’s taking me slightly longer to adjust to the new arrangement. For the first couple of sessions I hung around near the nursery in case they phoned me to come and get him (which they didn’t). I’ve had more cups of tea on my own in Starbucks than ever before and even enjoyed a peaceful lunch where I got to eat the food hot and didn’t have to share any of it. It’s strange being out and about without a buggy or toddler but I’ve noticed I have a lot more energy due to a couple of hours on my own.
Only a couple of weeks and life will change again. At least I have peace of mind knowing Edward has a little place of his own away from the coming madness!
Last night I packed my hospital bag. I’ve been getting really strange tummy pains and just want to be ready in case anything happens. I know I’ll be having a c-section but what do I need to take into hospital?
- a new nightdress and dressing gown
- clothes to go home in
- maternity towels and pants
- toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant
- camera and charged battery
- phone and charger
- maternity notes
- notebook and pen so I can write down everything that happened (I did this last time and it was great to look back on after my morphine haze ended)
- antibacterial wipes
- plastic bag to put dirty clothes in
- energy tablets
- bodysuits x 3
- babygros x 3
- hat and scratch mitts
- cellular blanket
- newborn nappies and water wipes (no faffing around with cotton wool this time!)
I’m undecided about whether I want Edward to come to the hospital or not. This will be the longest I’ve ever been apart from him but I’m not sure if it will be more upsetting for him to come and visit and have to leave or just to not see him for a couple of days. Either way, I have a small gift from the baby for him – some Cath Kidston crayons and colouring book!