Mango madness

This morning I had a crisis of faith over my trusty app. It told me that Speckle is now 29.2cm long, but somehow equated this to the size of a large mango. That is one monster of a mango! But then I realised that I was being far too literal. Yes, Speckle may be 29.2cm long if you could stretch him out, but as we saw on yesterday’s scan, he’s doubled up on himself (he was waving his feet around in front of his face!) so I suppose the curled up Speckle could well be the size of a large mango. Mango mystery solved – I feel better now!

Our appointment went well yesterday. The doctor took a whole lot of measurements and when he plotted them on a graph, Speckle’s growth was bang on track and he’s currently clocking in at 600 grams. The doc did all sorts of anatomy checks as well and everything was perfect. Four heart chambers, ten fingers, ten toes, one stomach, two kidneys, two nostrils, two eyes … I forget what else we looked at. Bottom line is a happy doctor equals a happy Sparkle!

Halfway today

Today I reached the halfway mark in my pregnancy – 20 weeks down, 20 left to go. To mark this auspicious occasion I thought I’d give a bit of an update on how it’s going.

While the first trimester’s exhaustion and morning sickness are far behind me now, there are a host of other weird things going on …

  • My bump has now well and truly popped. Combined with the visit I had from the Cleavage Fairy pretty early on this means that my wardrobe options are getting slimmer by the day (if you’ll excuse the pun).
  • Pregzilla (my irrational, hyper sensitive and super emotional alter-ego) is raising her ugly head with increasing frequency. It occurred to me as I was stomping out of the house this morning, that this is probably a lot less pleasant for those who cross my path on ‘Pregzilla days’.
  • My sinuses are perpetually blocked and my only relief is to use a saline nasal rinse every morning and evening. (It helps, but it’s a sensation similar to being ‘dumped’ by a huge wave.)
  • I’ve got back ache most days as my centre of gravity shifts. (Apparently for every kilogram of weight that goes on the front, seven times that force is applied to your back. So a lot more of this to get used to.)
  • The ligaments and muscles in my abdomen are protesting rather loudly about all the stretching they are having to do.

All of this leads me to agree with my friend Tash, who recently commented that pregnancy is not for sissies. However, I have also started to feel a faint fluttering from time to time as Speckle stretches out and give me a poke. And when that happens I realise just how incredible this entire process is. A foetus’ development is truly miraculous but the way the body adapts to facilitate this is pretty darn impressive too.