34 weeks and (thankfully still) counting

It’s been nearly three weeks since Speckle’s prison break attempt, and the lack of blog activity is mainly because I’ve been doing nothing but lying on the couch watching the Olympics (rather sad that’s all over now). I was on medication for 10 days after being discharged from hospital which made me really tired so following the doctor’s orders of resting a lot was initially quite easy. It was when I finished with the meds and some sort of energy returned that I started to take a bit of strain …

I always have a project on the go, and the hardest thing for me in the last few weeks has been trimming down the list of things that I’m currently able to do. For example, I love decorating and had ambitious plans for the nursery but painting and drilling is firmly off the list. However, I’m happy to report that while the actual work has been beyond me, I haven’t had to abandon these plans thanks to my super-star mother-in-law and fantastic father. Laura (my mom-in-law) has been popping past at various odd hours during the week to paint stripes on walls. My dad came down from Tzaneen for four days last weekend and spent all of his time working through a list of tasks I’d given him when he arrived. The cot has been touched up, brackets are on the wall awaiting their newly painted shelves and a dado rail has been installed above the stripes. It’s all looking terribly cheerful and exciting and I’m hoping to put some pics up towards the end of this week. So watch this space!

As for my time, I’ve been developing strategies to cope with the cabin fever. I’m limiting myself to one outing a day, so have had a few successful shopping trips and coffee with my friend Tash in the last week. I built a puzzle ball which was lots of fun and I’ve started a few crafty projects which involve sedately sitting at the table. Overall though I’ve noticed a huge decrease in my energy levels as my belly grows and grows so I’ve been keeping a very low profile.

The only other real challenge at the moment is that my immune system is shot and I haven’t felt really healthy since coming out of hospital. I had laryngitis last week and it’s really hanging around. Being booked off exercise isn’t helping my sense of ill-health, but I’m doing what I can in terms of taking my vitamins, eating chicken soup and keeping hydrated.

To end off this update, anxiety and stress after Speckle’s false alarm had Col and I on the rack for a while, but being two weeks further down the line now has allowed us to relax somewhat. I am 34 weeks now (8 and a half months) so Speckle is due to make his appearance in the next 4-6 weeks. This seems like no time at all and in the last few days excitement has started to creep back in again, which makes a marvellous change I can tell you!

Two down, one to go

This week finds me at 30 weeks so I’m well into my third trimester. (Speckle is the size of a cabbage apparently, but I’ve lost serious faith in that app.) My pregnancy continues to go really well. I’m carrying pretty comfortably, although I am starting to feel a bit more tired again. Speckle’s kicks have become really defined movements and sometimes I can actually feel his little foot (although it might be an elbow or knee). I absolutely love feeling all his little movements, but he’s pretty shy and invariably stops his aerobics as soon as someone else puts their hand on my tummy to try and feel them.

Speckle will be making his appearance in eight to ten weeks, and it’s interesting how differently Colin and I are handling this fact. Col can’t wait for him to arrive! He feels like this pregnancy is never ending and just wants a baby to hold now. I, on the other hand, am feeling slightly panicky because there is so much I feel like I need to do before he arrives (get the nursery ready for one). But as Col says, we are only 75% of the way there, so there is still lots of time for me to get through The List.

It’s been nearly three weeks since I stopped working and that’s also taking a bit of adjusting for both of us. It’s strange for Col to go off to work every day while I’m still lying in bed (although I do get up to make him breakfast and pack his lunch). I’m taking a while to adjust to the fact that I have whole days to get things done, and don’t need to pack everything into evenings and weekends. As this realisation sinks in, I’m learning to pace myself. Yesterday I spent a whole hour just reading a magazine – how’s that for progress?

As I said, I’m carrying pretty comfortably, but I have started to waddle a bit in the last two days. (That might be because I started Pilates on Tuesday though and have been seriously stiff since then!) Speckle has also started settling down on my sciatic nerve, which means I’m getting shooting pains down my right leg from time to time. My lower back is often sore and I unconsciously find myself adopting that classic preggie pose of supporting it with my hands. But it’s all part of the fun I guess!

So while it’s adjustments all round in the Rip household at the moment, we are now earnestly preparing for our boy’s arrival and are amazed at how much we both love this tiny person who we don’t even know yet. Excitement is running high!