Saturday, 11 January 2014

39 Weeks Pregnant

That's it. I've officially had enough of pregnancy. I'm done. I want it over. It's not fair that I haven't gone already!

The absolute worst part of pregnancy by this stage is that all the other pregnant people that you've been chatting to are prone to having their babies before you. It's getting to the point where ladies who are due at the beginning of February are one minute claiming possible contractions (pfft, yeah keep keep dreaming) and then announcing their new arrivals (cow!).

It's not just one lady either, it's 90% of them, and that includes first timers! And you don't find comfort in the other ladies who are dying of impatience too, you want to beat them. Even the late ones, them complaining just puts a huge target on their backs. You want to pop before them and evil cackle all the way to the labour ward.

Ideally anyway. Instead I'm still here, not the slightest hint of impending labour :(

No twinges. No plug. No leaking. No nothing.

Well, I have a bit of pressure but everyone says that and I had some cervix bashing pains yesterday that some claim is effacement but others shoot down as being without consequence.

I'm just sulking with the occasional lip tremor and tear everytime I see a baby on TV.

I command you baby! Get. Out!

Please.

In other news... No that's it. There is no other news! I'm a women obsessed.

Actually, my weight has stayed the same this week so since 31 weeks I've only put on 5lbs which seems to be significantly lower than anticipated based on my earlier weight gain. I'll have to do an entry just about my weight and figure it out.

My skin is a bit dry on my face and my hair is still devoid of natural moisture.

My bowels have mostly been liquid but without any typically associated cramps. I don't feel like I must go now or mess myself but any effort in that regard and it pours out of me.

Still no stretchmarks but that does not mean I am without marks. I'm really blue veiny on my boobs and bump but I expect them to go as my skins thickens up again when no longer stretched. Unfortunately the top of my thighs are concerning me though as I seemed to have some red thread veins? They might be popped capillaries, I don't know. They are pretty ugly and something I associate with old ladies and I'm not sure that they will go by themselves. I'll take some pics to gross you all out.

Let's see, let's see... Is that all?

My back is ok, no aches and pains. Lots of energy. No complaints except that there has still been no nesting urgency and I really could use a bit of my inner domestic goddess coming out. The house is a dump.

Urgh. I'm hoping this is my last pregnancy week progression entry for my blog. I've even started going off the hospital due date to make myself a couple of days further along which is probably the opposite of what I should be doing.




Thursday, 9 January 2014

Aqua Fitness with Yoga Friend - 38+5

Oh how I've missed my aqua classes over Christmas.

I must seem like a bit of a gym bunny but really I'm not. I'm idle, I'm flabby and any attempt at any real cardio and I literally pass out on the floor. I'm thinking of installing a stair lift or moving into a bungalo because I shudder at the concept of climbing stairs, I'm that unfit.

The aqua and yoga classes during pregnancy have mainly been an attempt at meeting people, but I can honestly say that they have been an essential part of my pregnancy welfare and I urge anyone and everyone who is pregnant to seek out a decent aqua class as the very least.

Going to the class today was just bliss and the fact that I could attend with a friend I met at yoga who is due one day after me is just the icing on the cake.

The instructor mocked concern when she realised that we had turned up as heavily pregnant as we are. She said she'd informed the lifeguard and that if our waters went in the pool that they'd have to shut it down for a week to clean it again.

I found that concept very appealing indeed, and let's face it, the notion that excercise might induce labour hadn't escaped my attention.

We got started with what is pretty much an aerobics class in water for the old ladies and I was in my element. 

I've read lots of references made about water supporting your body weight during pregnancy and therefore feeling good, but I don't think it's that. Simply being in the water doesn't create such a soothing sensation that I'd be content just floating around or doing lengths. I think it's the freedom of movement that is so blissful. Jog with my knees up to my chest? Not a problem. You want me to kick my legs out like Dick Van Dyke on the rooftops in Mary Poppins? Easy peasy.

And! I get to be better than others. The fact that they are three times my age (well, not quite but close enough) doesn't make the slightest bit of difference to my sense of achievement.

All the time, I'm thinking pelvis engaging thoughts too. Those constant downward impacts and hips twists have got to be doing something good.

Yoga friend seems to enjoy it just as much too. It was really good to see her, even though she does seem to have grown much more than me in the bump department. She always seems a little bigger but today she seemed HUGE. I blurted it out before even thinking of how annoying I find it when people do it to me, but nevermind. She should start a blog to slag me off.

I actually think that if we still haven't popped next week that we'll be going again!

As we left the instructor was telling us how good we are doing for still going to the classes because most people give up long before, but I don't see why. I know it's going to be the most enjoyable day out of the whole week.

Afterwards we went out for lunch and grabbed a soup and a scone on me and it was great chatting about babies. The waitress at the cafe made a point of talking to us as she had a baby on the 19th Jan this time last year and it was strange just how open she was about everything. She even came back later asking us about maternity packages and things. I was nice.

Bearing in kind that this might be the last time I see yoga friend before one or both of us have given birth, I gave her some sports energy beans for energy levels during labour and I also gave her a silk umbilical cord tie that I'd made and sterilised. I've got one for myself too and I realise that she might not use it but I read that the plastic peg clips that they use are bulky and can catch and leave imprints and things. It's just some thick thread plaited together and tied at the ends.

Once I got home I spent some time on my ball and had a clary sage bath and had sex and popped a couple of EPO pessaries in and I have to say that I have felt quite a few braxton hicks. I do get them after I've exerted myself at all, but I've had more than usual and they felt really quite strong.

I also had liquid diarrhea, so much that it was way over the water line in the toilet when I'd finished. I know TMI but it seemed pretty promising at the time.

It was a bit scary because for all the BHs, baby has been very sulky and still. It was only when I set James on her that she started wiggling which James takes great pride in while I assume means she's telling him to piss off.

Now I'm in bed though and I feel perfectly normal again. This induction stuff is hard work. A smidge of plug or some waves of cramps would have have been nice.

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Consultant Appointment - 07/01/14

Another last, no more appointments after today!

And, well, it didn't go anywhere close to how I expected it to.

At the last appointment I had, I expressed concerns at going over 40 weeks as baby would be fully cooked but if something went wrong it'd likely go unnoticed until it was too late. The immediate response was that I would be booked in for induction at 40 weeks and that is what today's appointment was supposed to be about, just booking me in for induction. It was all so casual.

I had noticed in my notes afterwards that she did make it sound like it was arranged more at my insistence but I didn't see what difference it made... Until today.

I have had about 5 or 6 consultant appointments during my pregnancy and not once have I seen the same person, but they have all been sympathetic about the IVF and even pandered to me to a point, but I just took what I could.

Well, today I came up against a real ball breaker.

That is, after being unable park in the usual place because of a massive queue and then having to wait for 90 minutes before being seen.

Anyway, we walk into the appointment room and she looks ready for battle as she hold my notes in her hands. "So... Why exactly do you think you neede to be induced at 40 weeks?"

She'd caught me completely off guard because I'd been lead to believe it was a done deal so I simply stated that the last consultant had voluntarily told me that the induction would be arranged because I expressed concerns about leaving the baby inside any longer than necessary.

She corrected me that I'd only seen one consultant before today, implying she was also a consultant, and the other people I'd seen were just senior registrars (whatever the fuck that means). She continued that the consultant had not made any reference to me requiring induction.

Then she went on about IVF not requiring special treatment and the pregnancy being fine and therefore she did not want me to be induced until 40+12 (aka 41+5).

I found myself feeling quite frustrated and arguing the odds with her but not because I disagreed with what she said but because it seemed every single appointment had lead up to this point and right at the last minute, this random person was undoing it all and I was being made to feel that I was having to make important decisions off the cuff that should have been being made by someone else already.

She was so sure of everything not being in my favour for an induction at 40 weeks and I even tried to compromise and come in to be checked for induction and if I wasn't favourable then not to bother, but she just matter of factly told me that I wouldn't be favourable.

She decided to change tact and had me up on the bed for the nurse to do my BP and she did my engagement too as requested. As I hopped on the bed she told me that it was too early for engagement also.

BP was normal and she had to concede that baby was very low in my pelvis and I got a 3/5 score which means baby is in and won't be coming back out again.

My pee was normal too.

Back into my seat and I was really thrown when she started up again by asking when I wanted to book in my induction for. Seriously. WTF?!?!?!

She'd spent all this time telling me how unnecessary it was and then laid the decision back at my feet.

I explained that I didn't want to be induced, I wanted what was best for my baby and I wanted to be told what that was. So she said 40+12 again and then phoned up to book me in for the 27th January at 8am.

I might add that it took about 20 mins for her to be able to get through to the induction booking in people and she kept popping out, I assume to double check everything she had told me like my blood thinners only needing to be stopped within 12 hours and not 24 hours like I was previously told.

We just sat there, deliberately criticizing the system in front of the attending student midwife and the nurse.

She'd wrote a big essay in my notes and checked and double checked that it conformed with what we'd agreed upon. Funnily the fact that at one point she said she'd accept personal responsibility that induction wasn't necessary was excluded.

She was a bit of a bitch about the sweeps too. I told her that the midwife said I could have two within a few days of each other in anticipation of the induction but only if she wrote in my notes to allow it. She wouldn't. She said she'd allow one at 40 and one at 40+7. I reckon I might be able to blag a couple of extras though because the midwife told me that I could make an appointment for a sweep at a postnatal clinic.

It turned out she wasn't a consultant herself either, just another senior registrar like the last one.

As we left, I realised that I felt pretty angry. Not because of what the consultant had said or because I wasn't having an induction but because right from the beginning I'd set out to be treated like any other pregnant women but had been plyed with compassion and sympathy and the perks that entailed up until the point where I'd become dependant upon them and then at the last minute they are pulled away from me on the whim of an individual at the last minute.

It's quite a trauma.

Not being a sufferer, I don't do self pity. I get mad. I fume and I rebel.

I will get this baby out at 40 weeks! I will I will I will. You can't not induce me you bitch. I don't need your stupid induction anyway because me and my little girl are going to figure something out.

As soon as I figure out how to pull her from under my ribs...

A request from James:
James would like me to inform you that as we were trying to leave, he went to the pay machine and it spat his change out into the mud in the dark and swallowed his ticket, the ticket needed to exit. He therefore spent 20 mins (it seemed like 10 to me) talking to the guy on the intercom. It made him very mad and it was the worst hospital visit ever! The end.

Sunday, 5 January 2014

8 vs 38 Week Comparison Pic

Big belly!


38 Weeks Pregnant

Not long now! :D

Sorry for it being a day late, it was one hell of a day yesterday.

Think heavily pregnant lady who is full of a cold having a major sobbing fit over the state of the house... Not pretty.

I can't remember the last time I sobbed so uncontrollably. I got started after the carpet cleaner wouldn't work and just got worse and worse until I couldn't stop even when I wanted to. Lucky for me, I have a very asute dog who bided his time until presenting himself for a cuddle and in spite of me screaming for him to fuck off several times, we embraced until I eventually calmed down. 

James reappeared from doing some hastey cleaning and stepped around me while telling the dog he was a very good boy.

We are now content with everything essential being done in case I go into labour, which could happen at any time I guess.

I don't know if that is just my version of nesting but it wasn't how it's described in the books!

I'm not sure what to report on from this week because it's main feature is me being rather unwell. I'm not a sufferer, but having a snotty nose and chesty cough while at the same time having an arse under your rib cage and lugging around an extra 30lbs and having a very sore back - well, it's so exhausting! 

The other things that spring to mind is that I've been having the runs consistently after eating anything remotely spicy. I know it's supposed to help get labour going but a fiery bum hole is not on my list of things to try so I'm now avoiding.

Oh! I've actually been enjoying green veg these last couple of days. Just microwaveable ready mixed peas and green beans, but it's a start! Mmmmmm.

My baby brain is still going strong. I made an idiot of myself just a moment ago... I had an itch on my stomach and when I looked I found a chickenpox blister! I asked on my FB group and had told James I needed to go to the GP first thing tomorrow, but someone asked me to describe it more and I was just considering that it resembled a bit of a freckle that I realised it was actually my freckle! It's more like 3 inches from my belly button now, instead of the usual inch so I got confused *sigh*.

I'm getting a bit concerned about the baby still being high. Shouldn't she "drop" or something? Everyone seems to mention their bump dropping so I'm worrying she's not engaged at all which implies labour isn't imminent.

I'm worrying about the induction too. Even when I specifically ask for support people can't help but tell me their horror story. Please. Piss. Off.

Weight gain this week was a little over a pound so back to 30 lb total gain.


Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Happy New Year!

It's kind of nice to find myself at the start of a new year with all the promises of just how much of a brilliant year it will be.

This time last year I was in the middle of a doomed 2ww after what I already felt was a very disappointing fifth IVF cycle.

The year before that I was recovering from my second recently failed IVF cycle.

The year before that I was coming to terms with the fact that we'd be unable to conceive on our own.

The year before that I was just married and in a new house with all the promises of just how much of a brilliant year it will be...

Hm. Lets assume that this new year isn't the last hopeful one for a few more years like last time! Well, whatever happens next year at least I'll have my little girl to cuddle through it.

Would you believe that my plans for next year do indeed include more IVF?

I really hate it when you plan for things and people express how crazy you are when sanity simply isn't a luxury that I have the pleasure of.

So far my plans for 2014/2015 are:
January - have baby.
April - see consultant about next cycle.
June - start James on supplements.
July - stop breastfeeding (really sad about this one) and start on supplements.
Sept - have cycle with frozen embryos = June/July 2015 baby (but don't think it will work)
Jan - have IVF#7 = Oct/Nov 2015 baby
April - have IVF#8 = Jan/Feb 2016 baby
July - have IVF#9 = April/May 2016 baby
Oct - have IVF#10 = July/Aug 2016 baby

Pretty intense, huh? If I'm not pregnant again by the end of 2015 then I'll call time on trying for a bigger family, which won't be easy but I'm not going to be contemplating IVF for the next 10 years of fertility that I might have left. Plus I want a sibling for my little girl, not another baby for me.

I haven't really given myself any proper resolutions. Just making the most of the best year I think I'll ever have, even with ttc for a sibling :)

Doula Appointment - 31/12/13

Another last appointment. The next time I see my doula I'll be in labour!

I'm not sure there was a particular reason for the appointment except for her to escape her five kids for the morning because she arrived at 10:30am and didn't leave until 2:30pm and we talked about very little relating to my labour and what will happen etc. Most of it has been touched upon in enough detail before and besides covering how to recognise labour and when to contact her, there wasn't much to say.

Instead we talked about Christmas and dogs and baby clothes and anything else we could think of really. In fact I wish I knew she'd be staying so long so that I could have offered her some lunch but instead I had to sit there starving for not wanting to eat in irony of her with nothing but chocolate to offer her. The cupboards are bare of any real food.

What I did realise from the conversations was that she has never done an induction labour before which I suppose surprised me a little bit. I guess that she'll have to support me in the same way so it's not a problem in that sense but it does kind of suggest that her powers of questioning decisions are a bit more limited.

She is nice though. Before she left we clarified that neither of us would be taking offense by what was said or mannerisms during labour. She reminded me and James that she is under our employ and I reminded her that I like straight talking rather than being babied.

We're to contact her at the earliest signs of twinges so she is aware of the possibility of labour and then to request her to attend as soon as I feel that it's the real thing and I need some support.

She did hint at a home birth again, saying something about how far away we are from the hospital and we'll see how it goes, which I didn't appreciate to be honest. In a perfect world, I'd love a home birth but I just don't want to make a conscious decision to stay at home in case it all goes wrong so I feel that to mention it is playing with my head a little bit. We'll see.