I am now 26 weeks and 6 days pregnant, which means I am on the last day of my second trimester. I am also exactly three months from my due date (September 20th). Here’s what I see looking back:
Most Favorite Parts of the Second Trimester:
- Seeing my baby thoroughly at the 15.5-week pre-amniocentesis ultrasound.
- Getting good news from my amniocentesis results.
- Having more energy and not feeling nauseous and tired all the time.
- Getting to hear my daughter take a strong preference on baby’s sex. She wants it to be a girl and gets mad at me if I say it could be a boy. Makes me chuckle.
- Not having any new/recurring stretch marks (yet).
The biggest milestone in terms of baby’s development was hitting V-day. Now, at almost 27 weeks, if I were to go into labor today, my baby would have roughly a ~90% chance of survival.
Least Favorite Parts of the First Trimester
- The return of my hemorrhoids, which I first developed during my pregnancy with DD.
- Acid reflux.
- Going into the emergency room because I was worried I might have a blood clot, which turned out to be a minor muscle strain.
There hasn’t been much for me to hate about this trimester. My personal life has been tumultuous, but that’s not the pregnancy’s fault. Here’s hoping the third trimester is just as good! (This is unlikely as I am sure to take on fatigue, stretch marks, and sore, engorged breasts come next trimester, but still.)
The final week of the second trimester is here, and I cannot believe it has been two weeks since I’ve blogged. Some updates for me: Continue reading
A pregnancy isn’t really 40 weeks. It’s 38 because the first two weeks you aren’t even pregnant.
Today I am 21 weeks pregnant, which means my baby’s gestational age is 19 weeks, which means I have reached the true halfway point. So yay for me.
Not much new to report. Though the substitute doctor was nice enough, he was over an hour late to an 8:45 AM appointment (!), and I had an appointment at a temp agency at 11:00 AM, so this was a bad day for my doctor to be so late. Though he was cute, he was nowhere near as cute as Sark. (Because that’s what really matters in a doctor, right? ;))
He wants to see me again for a “social follow-up” on the 29th. I’m not sure if that means he wants to get to know me better or he wants to talk about my “social stressors,” i. e. my separation. I’ve made the appointment, but if I am working by then, I’m canceling it. There’s no way I am taking more time off work than I need to.
I’m a little stressed on top of everything else right now because the Social Security office has canceled my daughter’s SSI for June on account of them losing the paperwork I submitted. My experience with SSI has been that once they cancel your payments for a month, it doesn’t matter if it was their mistake, nor does it matter how many caseworkers you meet with or appeals you file; you will not get it for that month. At best you will get a double-payment the following month. That will still leave me needing a way to pay my rent on June 1st, so I really hope I’m working soon. (Yes, I could call my stepmother and borrow the SSI money for a month until they get my case straightened out, but I was hoping to avoid having to borrow any money from her.)
I just finished finals. I have a few papers to finish and then I will throw myself entirely into my job search. I did well on all of the temp agency’s exams, so I am hopeful they will put me to at least earning some income soon. They sounded optimistic as well.
I can now add “acid reflux” to my still-short second trimester symptoms list. It’s irritating but manageable.
What I have coming up:
- May 14th — 21-week ultrasound
- May 31st – June 3rd — Traveling to Georgia for sister-in-law’s wedding
- June 13th — Seeing my one-and-only hot doctor for a routine 2nd trimester check-up, as that is when he is back in the office. I’ll be 25-almost-26 weeks
Today I am 20 weeks pregnant. If all goes well, I am approximately halfway to holding baby Ivy or Constantine in my arms, and a mere 3-4 weeks away from the point where baby could potentially be saved if born premature.
I continue to deal with my separation. Everyone I have talked to feels that I am doing the right thing given the circumstances. I have my up days and my down days. Husband says that he doesn’t want to lose me, but shows no interest in making the changes to his life that I’ve asked him to make. I’ve reached the sad conclusion that he doesn’t love me anymore. He says he does, and I have no doubt that he has strong feelings for me, but he is completely uninterested in translating those feelings into action. And that isn’t love.
I just keep trying to think positive and visualize. Me, my daughter, my baby, the job I want to have, making a daycare routine work, living in a clean and uncluttered apartment. I’m going to make it happen.