Showing posts with label One small miracle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label One small miracle. Show all posts

Friday, 24 February 2012

20w1d

I felt Marmaduke The Magnificent move my hand this morning whilst lying in bed. Jab jab. So I put Ray's hand to where baby had been moving on and off for at least an hour and... nothing. Not even a flutter. Not fair!

I didn't feel this much movement with George. Barely anything. I can't remember where the placenta lay but I don't think it was anterior. I try to think of the differences as good signs but nevertheless I drift back to the sadness. Sigh.

My hips huuuuuurt so badly in bed at night that sleeping is becoming more and more of a rare and precious commodity. I've lost count of the number of pillows I have piled around me (Ray is still in there somewhere, thank goodness for a king-sized bed!) but I always end up on my back, which is not where I want to be. I have a yoga ball that I sit on as much as possible and I'm swimming every week but, apart from spending money we don't have on a memory foam mattress topper, I am at a loss so any advice would be very much appreciated?

I also have an appointment on the 8th March with the obstetric physiotherapist so I'm hoping for something that will help.

Next week we reach the point where we lost George. We are halfway through now but it's not time to celebrate yet although I did insist on looking around the nursery section at a big shop as "an optimism booster". My keep-calm mantra for the week is, "this pregnancy is not that pregnancy".

I felt him move my hand!



Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Small victories

Actually it feels like a huge victory.

I've been swimming for the second time this pregnancy and it felt ok.

When I was pregnant with George I had fantasies of floating whale-like in a state of relaxed bliss, bobbing around in the warm water. In reality it felt wrong, uncomfortable and miserable. I started bleeding again not long after leaving the pool. I was about 16 weeks along then and I remember another trip to the hospital and another scan where they couldn't find the problem, but George was fine. In hindsight, of course, something was going terribly wrong and getting wronger by the day.

Today it felt odd at first. The buoyancy of my body has changed and my bum seems to want to float out of the water now but after a while it felt ok. I swam a few lengths (no more 20 length sessions I fear!) and then my mum and I went into the warm pool and bobbed around for a while. (And of course I checked for blood the rest of the afternoon - none).

I hope to carry on swimming. I hope to carry on being pregnant.

And no, I still haven't thought of a nick-name for this little one yet and yes, we know the sex*!

Oh and I've added the floaty baby counter thing in a fit of optimism.



*I know, I'm a terrible tease!

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