Pregnancy Week 30

Week: 30

Baby: A cabbage – ewww. Stinky baby this week, only ever redeemable covered in mayonnaise, coleslaw style, which of course I can’t eat.

What I’m cooking: A brainy baby, who’s also apparently looking around, and potentially getting in place for birth! Every scan I’ve had she’s been head down, bum up, which I guess is a good thing – I just hope she stays that way…hearing the issues with breech babies doesn’t fill me with glee!

Main symptom: My ribs have subsided slightly this week, thankfully, but hayfever has taken its place as the part of my body that’s falling apart. I’m able to take a nasal spray for relief, which has helped a great deal, but my eyes have developed into balls of itchy dryness, causing me to come very close to scratching them out. I’m really hoping I can get a handle on them soon, because I’m becoming insufferable with all of my whinging.

What’s on this week: The beginning of the 30s! Hopefully, the 30s in pregnancy are similar to the 30s in real life – I’ve been enjoying my thirtieth year so far! We also have another prenatal class, this time to scope out the labour ward…eeek!

Week 30 comp

Well, I’m definitely in the third trimester. I don’t seem to have a day go by without developing a symptom that makes me hate the world and moan to all and sundry. I ended up seeing the doctor about my sore rib, and he diagnosed me with costochondritis – an inflammation of the cartilage in the rib, which is causing the near constant pain. Of course, the best treatment is an anti-inflammatory, which I can’t take, so the next best thing is some strong painkillers, thankfully safe to take in pregnancy. He also confirmed that the best solution for my hayfever was a nasal spray (the exact one I’d picked up from the pharmacist), so I am now carrying a whole drug store worth of medication in the hope I’ll feel normal soon. On top of that, this week I’ve developed the dryest, itchiest eyes I’ve ever experienced. I’ve tried creams, sleep, showers, eye baths, everything natural I could think of to help, but I still nearly rub off the front of my eyes on a daily basis. I was back to the chemist today for relief, and the only thing I’m allowed to have are dry-eye eye-drops, not really dealing with the fact I’m pretty certain that this is hayfever related. However, it’s better than nothing. A drop in each eye every hour is making me far less murderous than I was.

I seem to be breaking apart at the seams at the moment, and I’m mainly putting this down to the fact that I’m running on empty. Being a teacher, I normally hit my limit by the end of each term, and spend the first few days of the term break in bed with the flu I’d been holding off. This time, everything’s multiplied as my stamina is not what it was, my immune system is much lower, and there’s a lot more going on with my body. Bring on the bloody holidays! Thank goodness they start this weekend.

Turning to something more positive, we had our second prenatal class this week, and while the discussion on birth complications (including the one I could barely bring myself to listen to – infant loss) was not my favourite, the tour of the labour ward was quite enlightening. It’s funny, I don’t know what I expected, but it seemed very clinical. I mean, obviously, right? It’s a hospital. But I somehow thought it would look more comfortable. It was very much a standard hospital room, although it was quite big, and had a storage cabinet full of birthing accoutrements – birth balls, mats, supports etc. There was also an ensuite, with only a shower. There is a bath available (quite a few actually), but they’re not specifically attached to the rooms, so it’s a matter of demand as to whether you get access. I made sure Mr Nester knew that I definitely wanted a bath once I got to the hospital – I’ve heard great things about the pain relief of being submerged in water, and baths have been my relaxation of choice for pretty much the entire pregnancy.

What else? We’re pretty much on the countdown now, last week of term, first week of the 30s, 10 weeks until the baby! We also picked up a change table on the weekend (another eBay buy – beautiful solid timber change table for $60!), so the nursery is starting to look close to finished. Oooh, one more thing as a money saver – we bought an app that acts as a baby monitor. Basically, you need an old iPhone or iPod to act as the actual monitor, then you log in as a parent on your own phone, or possibly also the iPad. It’s amazing. You can adjust the night light view to see when it’s pitch black in the room, hear them if they cry, you can talk to the baby through an intercom button, and you can play them music and white noise (both included). All for $6. Much cheaper than the hundreds of dollars for the standalone version! We’ve tried it out at home and it works perfectly. The best part is, both Mr Nester and I can log in at the same time, so we can use either phone, or see how they’re doing if one of us is out. If you’re interested, it’s called Cloud Baby Monitor, and you can find it here.

That’s it from me, I’ll be on holidays next week so expect a much more chilled out post!

Until then,

Jane xx

P.S. I never heard back from the hospital regarding my glucose tolerance test, so it looks like I’m in the clear! Hurray for no gestational diabetes!

Pregnancy Week 29

Week: 29

Baby: A cantaloupe (or if you’re an Aussie like me, a rockmelon) – back to the fruits! My stomach is helpfully taking cantaloupe shape as well this week, I’m starting to look very round!

What I’m cooking: A baby with energy, extra fat, dilating pupils and self temperature regulation! She’s getting to a proper size now, and I’m feeling every gram of it at the moment.

Main symptom: Ergh, don’t even talk to me about symptoms. My body seems to have decided to completely fall apart this week, and I’ll be visiting the GP in the next couple of days to rule out anything serious. More detail in my extended rant below.

What’s on this week: The start of the prenatal classes, and hopefully a result on my glucose tolerance test! Also, this is the last week of my 20s…in the pregnancy department, anyway!

Week 29 comp

Well, this week kicked my arse. I mentioned last week that I was having some rib pain, mainly when I sneezed or coughed. This week it has not improved. I’ve also picked up hayfever, so the sneezing has come in with a vengeance, meaning I’m in complete agony multiple times a day. Add picking up a cough with that, and the new inclusion of hurting when I breathe deeply, and basically I’m a whole bag of whinge at the moment. I mentioned the pain to a colleague at work a couple of days ago, and she told me to get checked, in case it was pleurisy, which is what she had when she was pregnant. I looked it up, it sounds horrible, but also very similar to what I’m currently experiencing. It’s basically a precursor to pneumonia, but should be able to be treated with antibiotics. I’ve booked in to see the doc on the weekend to rule this out, but he’d better give me something, or I might just have a breakdown in his office.

So, other than writhing in pain for most of the week (and telling anyone who’ll listen), I’ve also been off with Mr Nester to the first antenatal class at the hospital. It was, in a word, intense. While the midwife who took the class was lovely, the topic of the first class was labour, and they certainly didn’t pull any punches. I think she said the word “pain” about 50 times. Now, I get it. It’s going to hurt. But frequently mentioning how hard it is, and how it’s the worst pain you’ll ever experience, and then saying: “but don’t be scared”, isn’t that comforting. I would really rather spend the time learning pain management techniques and strategies, rather than watching a doll pop out of a bag with a placenta stuck on the end. We were also told about pain relief options, starting with sterile water injections (for back labour), and progressing to gas, morphine and then the epidural. I can’t say I was a fan of the side effects of either the morphine or the epi, but I’m certainly not ruling them out (considering how much pain I’ll apparently be in!). The pinnacle of cringe for the night was the midwife asking all the couples to dance together to “I am Woman, Hear me Roar”. God, kill me now. We of course watched the obligatory birth video, at which Mr Nester and I both turned into complete children as we both lost it at the bizarre name the woman had given her new baby. Call it nervous tension.

So, fear and sickness in the Nester household this week. I’m really hoping that next weeks brings some relief from all of these symptoms. Even more exciting, next week is the last week of term, so I’ll have two weeks to recuperate after that. I just have to get through those 5 days!

Yours from the sick bay,

Jane xx

The Glucose Tolerance Test

Friday was the hospital appointment I wasn’t looking forward to – the glucose test, to check for gestational diabetes. For those of you who haven’t been subjected to one of these, they vary in length, from a one hour to a three hour test. The standard at my hospital is a 2 hour test, with a series of blood tests and possibly the most disgusting drink ever. 

So, let’s begin at the beginning. Booking in for this test I was told to arrive as early as possible, and in the words of the midwife, “pathology opens at 7:00am, but people start arriving at 6:30am”. Great! Sounds fantastic – I would love nothing more than getting up at the crack of dawn to drink horrid crap and be drained of blood. Let’s go! Adding to this was the fact that I had to fast from 10:00pm the night before. So let’s sum up: take one pregnant woman, deny her food, make her get up crazy early, drain her of blood and ask her to wait for 2 hours. Awesome idea!

So that was pretty much the glucose test, in a nutshell. I had to get a blood test, then drink basically a bottle of sugar syrup (like lemonade to begin with, then like the most disgusting thing ever, then worse). I then waited an hour, had another blood test, waited another hour, had the last blood test. Then Mr Nester and I had breakfast out. I bloody well earned it!

I don’t find out the results until sometime this week, and if I hear from the hospital, it means I failed the test. They won’t call if I passed. So that means hoping my phone doesn’t ring until Friday, when I should be in the clear. 

There was one more element of Friday that was completely unexpected, and completely awesome. I was asked to be in a study that looks at the operation of the placenta in late pregnancy, which meant some more blood, and two extra ultrasounds. I said yes, mainly because it meant I got to see Miss Grub again. So in we went for the ultrasound, a little while after the glucose test. They measured a bunch of things, and happily Grub is measuring right on track, in the 60th percentile, so slightly bigger than average. Then, the awesome bit. The technician suggested we have a look at her face, and then…


3D!! I got to see a proper shot of my beautiful girl! She definitely has her Dad’s lips, and it looks like my widow’s peak as well. So exciting! Mr Nester and I were completely blown away. I spent pretty much the whole weekend just staring at this picture. The added bonus is we get to see her again in 8 weeks for the next scan, then a month after that she’ll be here for real!


On that smitten note, I’ll leave you until the 29 week update, coming soon. 

Jane xx

Pregnancy Week 28

Week: 28

Baby: A cauliflower – might have to cover the baby with cheese this week – I can’t say cauliflower is my favourite vegetable!

What I’m cooking: A little weightlifter! Baby is putting on some muscle this week, and has cracked the kilo barrier – now can I blame my weight gain on her?

Main symptom: Still these freaking ribs. Sneezing, coughing, laughing, stretching, lately it seems even just moving in general is making my ribs hurt. Come on baby, grow OUT, not UP!

What’s on this week: The dreaded Glucose Tolerance Test – I go in on Friday for this wonderful event, followed by a midwife appointment, followed by breakfast out because by then I will totally deserve it.

Week 28 comp

We’re still bumpin’ over here! Somehow I don’t think I’m going to stop saying that each week from now on. Apologies in advance. I’m still not feeling huge, although my joints have an alternate opinion – my hips are getting a little achy in the mornings, and my balance is starting to waver a little. Remind me not to climb up on anything anymore, will you? In an exciting development this week, I had my first seat offer on public transport! Ironically, I was bemoaning to my colleagues how no-one had asked me if I wanted to sit down on the way in to work that morning (and I was wearing my especially pregnanty dress), and then on the way home the clouds parted, the sun shone, and a lovely woman (about my age) offered me her spot on the train. I was so excited! I might have gushed a little too much when thanking her, but it’s so nice to finally be acknowledged as a pregnant lady! All I seem to have received so far is the “but you’re so small! You don’t look xx weeks!”, so it’s nice to have the confirmation that I don’t just look chunky.

I also was a little naughty this week and had a sip of Mr Nester’s red wine. I know the current research shows that 2-3 standard drinks a week is completely fine, but I’m majorly paranoid and have pretty much completely abstained since January. So on Sunday night I was feeling very decadent having one (one!) sip of red, and OH MY GOD it was good. I’d forgotten how amazing red wine is – that one sip warmed my whole throat, and I was savouring the peppery, berry taste for a good while afterwards. Trust me to be able to sound like an alcoholic when I haven’t had a drink all year. Mr Nester somehow noticed my subtle orgasmic moans at the taste of the wine, and asked if I’d like a glass of the non-alcoholic version I bought a little while ago. My look of disgust nearly sent him scuttling out of the room: “NO I don’t want that crap! WHY would I want that rubbish when I’ve just tasted the heaven that is the real stuff? WHY MR NESTER, WHY???”. So. I’m holding up well with the non-drinking business. Really, I am.

Symptoms-wise, you’ve already read my whinge about my ribs, and now I’m also getting the benefit of the return of indigestion, which starts at about 2:00 each afternoon, and lasts until I go to bed, tasting bile as I try to drift off to sleep. I’ve tried a couple of antacids, and so far Tums is by far the best – it actually fixes it for the rest of the night. I also asked my yoga teacher last night, and she suggested either camomile tea or a capful of apple cider vinegar in warm water, immediately after eating. I tried the camomile tea today, and while I instantly had to pee about 4 times after drinking it, it did the job! Nice to have a natural option, rather than the effective, but gross tasting Tums. I might alternate, depending on how I feel.

I’ll let you know how I go with the glucose test on Friday, and I also have Fathers’ Day on Sunday for Mr Nester – I have a couple of things planned for that lovely man, for our first Fathers’ Day, but he reads this blog, so I can’t tell you until afterwards.

Think of me on Friday while I’m fasting and drinking some disgusting sugar thing,

Jane xx

Pregnancy Week 27

Week: 27

Baby: Broccoli (a broccoli? A head of broccoli? What’s the singular term?) – including all the leafy bits, I presume. I’ve been craving a bit of broccoli lately, watch out baby!

What I’m cooking: A very wriggly baby! She’s starting a more active phase this week, so my belly dancing skills should improve immensely, without any effort on my part. She’s also opening her eyes this week! Very exciting, as externally this is one of the last areas needing development. 

Main symptom: Still the ribs. Ohhhh the ribs! I realised this week that the reason for the pain is that my uterus is right on my ribs at the moment, no wonder they’re sore! I’m hoping in the next couple of weeks I grow out, instead of up, which might provide some relief.

What’s on this week: More yoga, more work, more online shopping! Getting to the stage now where time is starting to dwindle a little, so I’ve been going a little mad trying to get ready. Fun mad, but still mad.

Week 27 comp

Firstly, can I say “holy bump, Batman!”? I can’t believe the difference in the size of my stomach from last week to this week! The third trimester certainly likes to make itself known! I’ve also gone from not really noticing the pregnancy too much (apart from some licking), to slowing down to a slug’s pace and groaning every time I have to move. Chairs have become my new best friends – I nearly clap with delight now when I get the chance to sit. The fatigue has made an unwelcome return as well, and combining that with my preggo brain has meant I’m basically a walking zombie. Drool and all. My work ethic is, shall we say, not spectacular at the moment, and just getting through the days is my current aim. What a high achiever!

I was back at yoga again this week, which was again fantastic. I really can’t recommend it enough, even if it’s just for an hour of peacefulness each week. I come away from each session feeling limber, less achy, and reinvigorated. Granted, it only lasts until I wake up the next morning, but it’s nice all the same.

I’ve also booked Mr Nester and I in for the hospital antenatal classes, starting in a few weeks. They cover the basics of how the hospital operates, what your pain management options are, and a few targeted classes on breastfeeding, coming home, and general newborn care. As formulaic as they may be, I’m looking forward to having that information so I can prepare myself for what to expect when we do eventually head into hospital.

In other news, my cravings have made a bit of a recurrence in the last couple of weeks – ice cream is a mandatory addition to my evenings at the moment, and fresh, zesty fruit or drinks are really floating my boat. I’m currently daydreaming about Solo right this second. Funnily enough, though I feel like I’m eating for Australia at the moment, my weight gain has slowed quite a bit. There was a stage a month or so ago where I was gaining nearly a kilo a week (about 2lbs), but now I’ve slowed to around 0.3kg. Not particularly complaining as at least it’s not going to my arse, but I’d like to see it rise at least a little each week, so I know Grub is still growing nicely.

Otherwise, I’m definitely feeling more pregnant this week, although still not enough for people on the train to notice and give me a seat. I’m a little concerned that my current levels of fatigue and achiness are only going to get worse as I get bigger…not quite sure how I’m going to be able to push through that to still get to work every day. Thankfully I have two weeks off coming up soon, so I’m very much hoping that reinvigorates me for the final stretch!

Until next week,

Jane xx

Recap: The Second Trimester

Here we go, the round up of the Second Trimester (as I’m now officially in the third one! Eeek!). Running from Week 13, up until last week (Week 26) – there’s a fair bit of bump progression in these shots! I can’t believe how much my body has changed in a relatively short amount of time.
Week 13Week 14Week 15

Week 16Week 17Week 18

Week 19 Week 20 Week 21

Week 22 Week 23 Week 24

Week 25 Week 26

What I find perhaps the strangest is that my bump seems to bounce in and out through the weeks, gradually getting bigger, but with a step back every now and then. I have a feeling it’s something to do with my hips and pelvis shifting, and so an adjustment of my posture. Once again, looking from Week 13 to Week 26 gives the biggest contrast:

Week 13 Week 26

And I think here you can see just how much more curved my back is from the earlier pic (excuse the change in colour tone – it seems to vary throughout the weeks!).

Just for fun, let’s also have a look at the start of the pregnancy vs. now…

Week 6 image Week 26

There goes my figure! And my arse… Still, I’m quite enjoying my new shape, especially now that it’s so clear that my body is creating something pretty amazing. Hello Miss Grub! Looking forward to meeting her in about 12 weeks…eeek!

Hope you enjoyed the trip down memory lane!

Jane xx

Pregnancy Week 26

Week: 26

Baby: Once again, we have some conflicting info on vegetable sizes this week – one app says a coconut (at 35cm??), one says a papaya (we’ve done that!) so I’m going with a butternut squash, or pumpkin if you prefer. My little pumpkin, awwww.

What I’m cooking: By the end of the week, Grub’s lungs will be mature enough to breathe air, which is very exciting – yet another milestone towards her being ok if I happen to go into labour early.

Main symptom: Rib pain – ouch, how my ribs ache! I’ve progressed from a popping feeling when I sit up, to consistent tenderness at the bottom of my ribs, to last night where I’m pretty sure I’ve pulled a muscle somewhere under a rib, which means I can’t take a deep breath. Way to prepare for the third trimester!

What’s on this week: No appointments as such, but after being knocked over by the cold last week, this week I really, really want to get back to yoga!

Week 26 comp

This week has been a bit of a return to normality – I was back at work on Monday, and I’ve managed to last the whole week! Amazing! But I’m pretty exhausted. I’m still recovering from last week’s bug, but the coughing is slowly subsiding, and the congestion is clearing up nicely. Today was the first day I’ve felt energetic at all, which I think has been helped quite a bit by the gorgeous weather we’ve had. Suddenly today feels like the start of Spring – blue skies, warm breeze, blossoms starting to pop on the trees. It’s funny how much just a blue sky makes me feel happier – like I’m waking up from winter’s hibernation. It’s an exciting feeling, I’m really looking forward to Miss Grub being able to experience her first Spring and Summer!

I’ve also been shopping up a storm this week – I think it’s the knowledge that we’re nearly in the home stretch that has spurred on a bit of a preparation frenzy. As you know if you’ve read this post, I’m planning on using cloth nappies, when Miss Grub starts fitting into them. I’ve decided I’m not going to give myself a hard time about using them as a newborn – I’ll wean her into them depending on when they fit. I managed to score a bulk set of lightly used BumGenius Freetime nappies earlier this year, which have looked the best in terms of reviews and ease-of-use so far.

One of the BumGenius nappies in the super cute Harper print

I’ve added to that with 6 Baby Bare ones (check them out, they’re ridiculously cute and fluffy!) – these have the absorbency bit as a snap-in, which is a little more time consuming, but from what I’ve read it’s very useful at night, when you might need an added few layers so there’s no leaks.


the Baby Bare “Bare Cub” nappy in Dazzle (I have two of these!)

So now I have a stash of 20 one-size nappies, which I’ll add to down the track if I feel the need. This should mean I have enough to only wash every second day, depending on Miss Grub’s toilet habits! On top of this, I’ve bought 4 “boosters” for night wear (you add these into the nappy as an extra), which again I’ll try out and add to later if need be.

In other purchases, I realised that I have a few events coming up that I need to dress up for, so ASOS has been my friend here! I’ve found that the official pregnancy stores charge ridiculous prices for even the most basic items ($40 for maternity tights!), and the more budget stores (Kmart, Target etc) are great for basics, but rubbish for anything fancier. So, ASOS. What a saviour! The amount of maternity clothes are ridiculous, and as long as I buy in a generous size (who am I kidding, there’s no way I’m an Aus size 10 anymore!), they seem to fit well. Cue more money leaving my bank account. I picked up two great looking dresses for under $60 this week, and I’m looking forward to them arriving soon.

Lastly, I finally made it back to yoga this week, and it’s been great. I was a little bummed out that I’d missed the birth preparation class a couple of weeks ago, so it’s been great to get back into the breathing, exercising swing of things. This should all help me with techniques for when D-Day hits. This week, for the first time ever I was the most advanced in pregnancy! It’s getting real! Also, I’ve started reading yet another book as recommended by a friend, called Birth Skills.

my current read

my current read

It has a similar focus as the Calm Birth or hypnobirth classes, but is a little more tolerant of the possible need for pain relief. The book goes through a heap of difference ways of dealing with labour, including movement (active labour), breathing, visualisation exercises, and general coping strategies. It’s been great to read this, as I feel like I’m getting the info that I missed at the birth prep class.

This is also the last week of my second trimester – next week I’ll be writing to you from the steep slope that is the third trimester. Again, the combination of excitement and terror is ever-present!

Until then,

Jane xx

Pregnancy Week 25

Week: 25

Baby: A cucumber – one of the big ones! Ironic that as this week is about more weight going on for Grub, the vegetable reference is a skinny little bean pole.

What I’m cooking: Remember me, baby! This week, Grub is starting to form primitive memories, and will respond to familiar sounds – music and voices. She is also looking much more opaque thanks to the fat being laid down under her skin – not sure if I could handle a transparent baby!

Main symptom: The common cold, yet again. As an added bonus, I’m starting to develop haemorrhoids (sorry to be graphic), which are absolutely no fun at all, and apparently enormously common in pregnancy. I’ve seriously upped my fibre intake to try to lessen the pain, because bloody hell it hurts at the moment!

What’s on this week: The next hospital appointment, this time with a midwife again, and I’m hoping to make it back to yoga after a hiatus due to Mr Nester’s hospital stay.

Week 25 comp

Oh hello there again! Lovely to catch up with you all, finally! We’re at the end of 25 weeks now, running a bit late again this week, mainly because I’ve been floored by a chest infection. For the entire week. This is the interesting part of pregnancy – symptoms-wise, I’ve been very lucky in not having many bad ones, but the lower immune system, combined with the hazard of being a teacher in winter, and my ever-reducing stamina has resulted in me being completely whacked whenever I pick up the bug that’s going around. I have been coughing non-stop since last Saturday, and had the pleasure of coughing up blood on Thursday and Friday (fret not, the GP has said that my lungs were just very irritated from all the coughing). I also haven’t been able to breathe through my nose for the week, so generally I’ve just been disgusting.

Mr Nester, you’ll be pleased to hear, has been going from strength to strength this past week, and is very much returning to his old self. He’s still working on his stamina throughout the day as well, so we’ve made a fine pair this week, both napping in the afternoons and spending the rest of the day on the couch, under the doona (duvet for the non-Aussies!).

I also had another midwife appointment this week, which was again fantastic. There was a bit of a miscommunication with the location of the appointment, which led me to wander around the hospital a little, completely lost, and eventually present myself at Emergency, as I couldn’t find any other open enquiry spots. Thankfully they pointed me in the right direction, and one of the gorgeous midwives took me in for my appointment straight away. Once again, it was a great experience – I’m so glad I picked the midwife program at the hospital, because they have been a dream. After experiencing the somewhat clipped obstetrician at the last appointment, it was lovely to return to someone who seemed to care about how I was feeling and to let me know the details of what they were looking at. The midwife also took the time to look through the 20 week scan (which the OB didn’t have at the last appointment), let me know that everything looked great, and also that I had an anterior placenta (the placenta is at the front of the uterus, instead of the back)! I had no idea, especially as this usually means that it’s harder to feel the baby kick – no such issue here! Grub must be kicking like crazy if I can still feel it so strongly, although I have noticed this week that I feel the kicks a lot more strongly on the side than the front.

Other news from the midwife – apparently I’ve been sitting up incorrectly for the last couple of months, which isn’t helping my back and my chest – I’ve developed this sort of popping feeling in my ribs when I sit up from lying down, and the midwife has said that this is because I’m sitting straight up, instead of rolling to my side and pushing myself up with my arms. The problem is that I no longer have the stomach muscles to support this movement (especially as they’re currently separating down the middle), and so all the strain is going to my lower back and chest. I’m trying to be more careful now, although I keep forgetting. The midwife (I’ve completely forgotten her name, sorry lovely midwife!) also measured my fundal height, which is the first time I’ve had that happen. Basically it means she pokes me down near the baby-maker, to find the top of my pubic bone (god I felt it when she hit it!), and measures from there up to the top of my uterus. The distance should correspond to the number of weeks I am – and it was exactly 25cm, so I’m bang on at the moment!

I’ve also been booked in to do my glucose test, to check for gestational diabetes. I’ve heard from some US preggo ladies that the first test is a 1hr, and if you fail this you have to go on to the 3 hour test. Unfortunately for me, Australia goes straight to a 2 hour test. So I have to have a blood test, drink some horrible sugary concoction, wait an hour, have another blood test, wait another hour, and have a third blood test at the end of this. This has been booked in for 2 weeks’ time, and I assume I’ll get the results pretty quickly. I’ve also doubled up on this appointment with my next midwife appointment, so it’ll be a big day of hospital fun!

This week my weight has dropped by over a kilo, due to my incessant coughing and complete lack of appetite. So this weekend’s task is to eat like a crazy person, so my little Miss Grub has more cushioning again. She’s been so well behaved with all my coughing and spluttering, I’m growing more fond of her by the minute. I’m going to be completely mad for her by the time she’s born!

Until next week,

Jane xx

Pregnancy Week 24

Week: 24

Baby: An eggplant (or aubergine, for our classy European friends). While I’ve never been a fan of eggplant, the colour is gorgeous, so we’ll stick with that for this week. That said, Grub is apparently 30cm (a foot!) from head to toe, which seems like a big eggplant!

What I’m cooking: Her hearing is picking up this week, and apparently she can be startled by loud noises. I can definitely notice the difference when Mr Nester is talking to Grub, as she starts to wiggle much more! She’s already a Daddy’s girl…oh dear!

Main symptom: No time for symptoms this week – it’s been about Mr Nester and his recovery, not really about me. That said, I’ve been pretty worn out this week, but I think that’s more to do with what’s been going on rather than a particular stage of pregnancy.

What’s on this week: We’re approaching the end of the second trimester, which can only mean one thing – more weight gain each week and not long now until we see our lovely Miss Grub for real!

Week 24 comp

This week has been more of the hectic same, with Mr Nester coming home (yay!), taking a couple of days off to look after my lovely patient, trying to stay up to date with work, and fighting off that feeling of everything just being a bit too much. This has culminated in me getting sick – seems to now be the standard response from my body when I’m doing too much. So this weekend has basically consisted of Mr Nester and I laid up in bed, sleeping, dozing, napping, other sleep related terms. I’ve been a great big ball of snot since Friday (sorry), and Mr Nester is still finding his feet while healing and trying to get his energy back.

I’m finding that as each week passes where I’m distracted by other elements of day to day life, I’m feeling less and less prepared for the impending arrival of Miss Grub. I think part of this has been not being able to attend the birth class I had booked in, and partly because I’m not really sure what I need to do to get ready. I’m someone who likes to be fully prepared for upcoming situations, but there is so much in the way of “yes you need this”, “no you definitely don’t need that”, “don’t buy anything, you’ll get it at the baby shower”, “buy everything, you need to make sure you get the right stuff” – it’s all a bit much really. I also have numerous friends promising me some great second hand stuff, and one lovely workmate who basically filled my car with accoutrements from her daughter’s birth a couple of years ago. Again, I don’t know whether I’ll use everything I’ve been given, but I don’t want to turn anything down just in case it proves to be completely vital. Basically, I’m becoming a baby stuff hoarder. I don’t think it’s going to improve any time soon, either.

Speaking of being prepared (or the opposite of), one of the women in my forum group, who went through IVF at the same time as me, has just gone into labour with her twins. They were born yesterday, at 25 weeks and 5 days. They’re tiny, but doing well. I’m so glad for her that everything worked out, but it scares me silly thinking that it might happen to me – I’m nowhere near ready! I have 15 weeks left! I guess it shows though that no matter what the circumstances, you just end up getting on with it. You deal, and cope, and survive, because of course you have to, and I’m sure everything will fall into place in time. It reminds me a little of Mr Nester’s diagnosis last year – it completely blindsided us, and for about two weeks we were in complete shock, and ran through the gamut of emotions, mainly fear. After that, however, we just sort of got on with it. You work out what needs to be done, you speak to professionals, and life returns to some semblance of normality (with a large influx of medical chat). I figure if we can get through the last 12 months unscathed, we should be able to handle the birth of our daughter. I guess we’ll see in about 3 1/2 months!

I’m off to see the midwife again next week, which I’m looking forward to, as I wasn’t all that enamoured with the obstetrician at the last visit. I’m hoping for another lovely midwife to treat me like a real person, and hopefully give me some information on the glucose test, which should be coming up pretty soon.

I’ll let you know how I go!

Jane xx

Pregnancy Week 23

Week: 23

Baby: Juicy corn on the cob! Grub is steadily growing still, and is about to head into seriously large fruit/veggie territory.

What I’m cooking: A dreaming little bub – Grub is starting REM (rapid eye movement), gaining some colour in her hair and skin, and while her skin is still fairly see through, she’s gaining more fat every week to provide a normal looking opaque outer layer.

Main symptom: A serious case of the moods. I’ve been either snapping or crying a lot this week. There’s been reasons, of course, but still. Snappy Tom.

What’s on this week: More of the uneventful same, unfortunately. While it’s lovely to have a relaxed few weeks in the pregnancy, it does feel strange when I forget I’m pregnant, only to be reminded by Miss Grub giving me a boot in the ribs.

Week 23 comp

Well, it’s always the weeks where you think life will be its mundane self where everything goes crazy. I wrote the “what’s on this week” comment at the start of the week, just before we got the call to say Mr Nester was heading back to hospital for another (scheduled) operation. We were assuming we’d be given some kind of notice, like a couple of weeks, so we could get organised. No such luck. The hospital called on Friday, to say they’d booked Mr Nester in for Tuesday. Righto then. Cue frantic organisation of time off for him, some time off for me, organisation of dog sitter, and general feeling of being overwhelmed.

Thankfully, the operation was a complete success, although some minor complications has meant more recovery time for Mr Nester, and a longer hospital stay. We’re currently on Day 5 of his stay, with at least a few more to go (no-one’s quite sure how many).

This has meant that usual life has gone on the back burner. I’ve taken 2 days off work this week – one to take Mr Nester in for his op, and one to spend the day with him when he’s been having a rough time of it. Unfortunately he had an adverse reaction to one of his painkillers (ketamine – the horse tranquilliser!!) which caused him to hallucinate pretty severely. Thankfully they switched him off that drug and onto another, but it was a tough day for him. I’ve also had to unfortunately cancel my birth class, which should have been today, as I need to be with Mr Nester.

I had a bit of a breakdown this morning, trying to juggle everything. With working all day, dashing home to walk the dog, dashing out again to the hospital, then lugging my sorry arse home again each day, it’s taken its toll. I just don’t have the stamina (or mental fortitude) that non-pregnant Jane did. Thankfully one of our friends has been able to look after the dog from today, and I’ve realised that I have to let a couple of things go. Work is going to have to deal without me, and my pregnancy has this week taken a backseat. My lovely husband comes first, and I’ll be there for him when he needs me, just as he’ll be there for me later this year, when I will most certainly need him.

On the positive side, Grub has been very cute this week, kicking up a storm whenever I visited Mr Nester. She must be recognising his voice now, as she’s certainly making herself known.  I’m really hoping that I will get to take Mr Nester home again in the next couple of days, and then I have him close at hand to look after, and to feed decent food to! I’m not sure how patients are supposed to recover with some of the gruel that gets slapped onto their plates. Yergh.

Apologies for the ridiculously late post this week, but I did have a pretty good excuse this time. I’m planning on the next update to come through very soon, as I’m now nearly at 25 weeks and so running very behind!

Jane xx