25 weeks today. I’ve reached the stage where the fetus is more likely to survive if not if (knock on wood) s/he is born early.
They’re kicking and hiccuping in earnest now. When they’re awake, they basically never stop moving.
Ultrasound this morning. #11 I think, but only 3 more weekly ones to go! Then I only have two planned after that. So excited to be done with the weekly ones. All of baby’s measurements are at 25 weeks + 1 day, estimated weight - 1 lb 3 oz.
At the 24 week scan, I had a bit of a scare because the heart rate was all over the place. Turned out it was just that baby would not stay still and they were mostly right under my belly button. My normally 10 minute scan turned into over an hour and the head doc came in to give it a try. All’s well that ends well but it was one of the few times I went alone which made it a little more nerve wracking.
Baby shower is in about a month and the invites have gone out. This upcoming weekend, my mom and Mr R’s siblings are coming over to help us start nursery stuff (cleaning out the room which is currently a room-sized storage closet…). We have paint samples for the room that we need to actually put up.
I actually got my baby registry together and I’m pretty proud of myself for that lol.
All in all everything is feeling more real and I’m getting more and more nervous.
I remember being terrified right before my D’s due date. It got real!! Good news is, there was no reason to feel that way. I didn’t worry about a thing when S, baby #2, came along. All will be well for you!
Definitely excited. Definitely very nervous. Mr R and I have been together for a decade so bringing a new little one into the dynamic is definitely going to be a change. Not to mention that now I have to keep a tiny human alive!
" PT that probably won’t work." Don’t know if you started this yet, but I seriously offer, “Don’t knock it until you try it.” And find the very best PT - for you - that you can. One with both the understanding of the mechanics and the appropriate empathy and openness.
I have recently had something similar. Different origin. The nerves can go nuts and the pain awful. I couldn’t easily get out of bed, walk down the hall, and everything else, until I loosened up. That could take a long time and caused its own emotional distress. I see a PT who works on the gentle stretch and relaxation aspects, is utterly sensitive to any movement I’m not sure I can do. The net is, it feels great. My improvement lasts hours. But during that period, a distinct mind-body connection. I can practice some of this on my own, as needed. (It’s better now, but probably related to the underlying cause.)
(I had a former PT this summer and don’t know how to describe the difference. Maybe that she was more focused on the anatomy and building strength. I’m no expert, but know any strength-building can cause its own pain. This one now is more holistic.)
^^^Agree with above about finding PT that works for your body . I have family members who have had great results dealing with chronic pain with a PT who practices craniosacral therapy. It is very gentle. Good luck, Romani!!
I am a big fan of PT, especially with a very knowledgeable one. My daughter had a terrible TMJ issue (very long story, a year of trying every kind of specialist to help her), and the person who cracked the problem and fixed her was a PT (she had gone to a few before this one, but this one was a miracle worker.) My daughter goes back about 1-2 times a year to get new exercises and fix up any new back/neck issues that arise. The PT even helped her with a vision issue that was caused by stress and posture. When in the office for her treatment on several occasions the PT was working with a pregnant woman. The PT said that PT treatment is great for pregnant women and she wishes more would opt for it. Being pregnant changes your body and PT will help you adjust your movement and posture to deal with these physical changes.
At a regular OB appointment a day or two before my due date it was discovered that DS1 was breech. I was then scheduled for a version on his actual due date, which unfortunately wasn’t successful. My favorite obstetrician, who had quickly checked to see if an operating room was available, turned to us and asked “do you want to have the baby today?”
I was full term, had stopped working a week before, the baby’s room was prepared, my bag was packed and in the car, and yet I burst into tears and said “I’m not ready!” Twenty-nine years later I still remember the panic I felt (just for a minute!).
@MaryBarbara58 Similar story, I was full term and everything was ready. My water had broken, unbeknownst to me, since I was not dilated I had only a little dripping (which I assumed was caused by a UTI). The doctor says let’s induce, I will check you into the hospital right now. I panicked and cried in his office just like you!
I remember being so scared to go home from the hospital with my first. I had no idea whatsoever on what to do! the Doc sat in the chair with his eyes closed and said "you’ll figure it out . . " – which I did, but it took awhile. I didn’t know about burping him till he was around a month old! it’s scary having the baby; and scary going home. But also so wonderful.
Regarding the PT: that wasn’t my thought, it was from both the OB and my rheum.
PT has worked very well for me before and I usually go as many times as my insurance covers for things related to my lupus and RA. Unfortunately, there’s a limit on the number of sessions even with appeals.
They both suggested getting in the water and moving, even if I’m just walking, would probably be as beneficial as PT.
In one of my Lamaze classes, the teacher showed us graphs with jagged lines, to show how a contraction comes, peaks, and recedes. The room filled with both men and women was very quiet. The teacher said, "Oh, come on! You’ll get through this! Everyone does! And then you’ll have your baby!!
I looked at DH, DH looked and me, and we both freaked out. I never realized that being pregnant meant I’d have a baby!!
When DH and I brought S1 home from the hospital, we placed the car seat on the kitchen table, turned to each other and simultaneously said “now what?”.
When I had my first one, my mom came and stayed with me for a week or so. I cried and cried when she was leaving. She asked how long I wanted her to stay and I looked at my D and said, “Until she’s about 30.”
Good report.