Today marks my move into the final chapter of my second pregnancy: twenty-eight weeks down, twelve to go.
I’ve been reminded that there’s usually an energy dip in the third trimester and that hasn’t really filled me with joy. I haven’t felt great for quite a while now, and although I’ve largely put that down to the pressures of working two jobs and raising a toddler I’m a bit nervous of how much crappier I could feel.
Today, as though to mark those nerves, I had to go and see my midwife as I was feeling so rubbish and getting anxious. I had a bad headache, sparkly eyes, dizziness, nausea, cramps and backache, none of which seems like a big deal when written down rather than being blubbed out by a hormonal fatty. The midwife was lovely to me anyway and did some tests. She thinks I’ve probably just got an infection but told me to rest as much as I can for a few days (however, I refer you back to those two jobs and that toddler).
So now I’m doing my best to chill out (as much as I can with a toddler climbing my bump) and I’m starting to think about the baby as the fourth person in our family rather than as an abstract concept. It’s getting very exciting.
We still don’t have a name, a short list or even a long list of names, but once we meet this little guy I’m sure he’ll let us know what he’s called.
Until then I’m just going to try to get as much rest as I can and hope that Ted’s recent bout of early-morning-waking really is over. Wish me luck?