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Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three and twenty four weeks pregnant. Or we could just call it five months
By ella | September 7, 2005
This baby really kicks. When one of the boys is sitting on my lap the baby kicks really hard. I don’t think it is going to have any problem standing up to two big brothers when it arrives.
I am now twenty four weeks. This is a psychological milestone as this is the week which I generally take to mean that my baby is viable and would stand a chance of survival if born now.
It is a bit useless that I’m not due to see the midwife or doctor again until 28 weeks. I haven’t seen her since 16 weeks. This is the National Health Service cutting back and I think it’s shocking. If I was anaemic or suffering from pre-eclampsia, gestational diabetes or general pregnancy uselessness it wouldn’t be picked up unless I had obvious signs. But pregnancy makes you swell and pee and faint and feel tired so it’s sometimes impossible to tell what’s normal and what’s not.
I was going to write about s.e.x. and the lack thereof in pregnancy but I think that deserves a whole post to itself. Although it’s hard to write a whole post about something that isn’t going on.
My back still hurts, mostly because I have very few stomach muscles to support my bump and my back is taking the strain. My abdominal hernia, incurred during my last pregnancy from carrying large babies, one in my tummy and one in my arms, is becoming increasingly tender to the touch. Last time I was pregnant my eldest son was between seven and sixteen months and I carried him a lot. This time my younger son is two and a quarter and I have made a conscious effort not to carry him whenever possible. Today I picked him up for a cuddle and realised how heavy he has become and it reminded me that I had been good about not lifting him too much. So I rewarded myself with a Mars Bar.
Oh the Mars Bar! I have rekindled a long-lost love affair with this chocolate bar. I am feeling nauseous most days and the Mars Bar just absorbs the sickness: I bite into it and I can feel the sickness drain out of me - I’m not kidding! I am going to be so fat if this continues.
It is fun watching the baby roll and turn when you have an abdominal hernia. You can almost see the bottom or limbs when they pass over the weak point. Because of my generally poor physical condition in this pregnancy I have been much more aware of the baby’s movements and consequently it is hard to remember sometimes that I am only five months pregnant. Which means I have another four long, nauseous, back-breaking months to go.
But I am thrilled to be pregnant, I think it is the most wonderful thing in the world and if I didn’t get so sick, tired and depressed by pregnancy and small children I would probably have a huge family. But the idea of being pregnant, of bringing a child into the world that you will love more than life itself, that you will love unconditionally until you die, well it never ceases to amaze me.
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