Today is National Pregnancy Loss and Miscarriage Day. While I have been blessed so far, I humbly acknowledge the women who have lost their babes to heaven, and the partners and families that helped them heal afterwards. May I never know the depth of that loss, and may you never have to feel it again.
When I was at this point in my pregnancy with Mason...I was sort of a mess. My whole body had changed within weeks, my boobs were MASSIVE, none of my clothes fit properly, and I felt like a chubby, emotional disaster.
Oh what a difference time and experience can make. This time around my bump is much more prominent, and I am obviously pregnant - not just appearing to have indulged in too many treats. I know what sorts of clothes are comfortable and more flattering, and I am making room in my budget for clothing that I feel good in - rather than trying to make room in clothing that no longer fits!
With Mason I was bone-weary exhausted for the entire first two trimesters. That second trimester energy surge? Never happened. This time has been so different - not because I'm not tired, or because my hours at work are different [I am tired, and they aren't THAT different] but because there is a wee human in our midst now, and napping at the drop of a hat just isn't an option. Thankfully, napping on my commute, or catching a few minutes while Mason sleeps ARE my options, and they seem to have tided me over in the past weeks.
I think the biggest difference has been dealing with the nausea though! I'm not a person who gets queasy or physically ill - ever. I don't think I've ever had the stomach flu, and I vomited more times during my first labour than I have in the past ten years. So, dealing with the all day queezies has been...challenging. And unfortunately, the fatty, starchy foods I generally try to avoid seem to have been the easiest on my rolling insides. Luckily, I seem to be at a point where I only feel nauseated if I eat too quickly, or wait too long between meals.snacks. Which is great, because my gluten gluttony is catching up with me, and my insides are rebelling at the onslaught of nastiness I've consumed in the past two months.
Overall...I'd say this has been easier on me second time around. Probably because I know what to expect, and maybe because I've learned to adapt since welcoming Mason into our midst. My hip and pelvis pain has reared up in the last week [known as symphasis pubis dysfunction], but I'm taking precautions early this time to ward off the really nasty pain for as long as possible. This includes:
- No ladder climbing at work
- avoiding pushing heavy things, like loaded grocery carts
- not sitting with my legs cross or splayed open
- Being cautious with how I twist through my pelvis
- planning on a hefty and regular regimine of chiropractic, massage therapy, physiotherapy and perhaps accupuncture to allievate the pain and inflammation
- Investing in a moist heating pad for immediate relief
- Introducing bone broth into my weekly diet in hopes that the nutrients and collagen will help my joints.
- Crystal healing
Cross your fingers that something makes a difference this time round?