I’ve reached the 20 week mark in this pregnancy. Also known as 5 months, also known as halfway there.
I really thought there would be less monumental changes in this pregnancy than I had with Thad (this is before I knew we were having twins). I figured I would simply forget I was pregnant and just go about our busy days and then suddenly 40 weeks would have passed and I’d have my baby.
(Un)fortunately these boys (yes, two more boys!!) have been letting me know loud and clear that they are very much here and have every intention of reminding me that come early October my life will change. Drastically.
Here’s all the things that are different this time around:
I’m constantly ravenous. Literally. I eat all the time. I eat so much it’s exhausting. Partly because I’m always hungry, and the other part is that I’ve been instructed to over-eat. Sound crazy, but let me explain: once these babies start taking up more room I’ll have less room for my stomach and there’s a risk of their growth dramatically slowing down. So I need to front load my weight and create food stores for them. And let me tell you, overeating is sooo hard. I mean, I had no problem doing this when I was in high school and college because I was always swimming, playing (water) polo or running around on a field with a stick (field hockey folks). Once time in college coming back from a co-ed polo tournament with my friend Jay we stopped and ate three full meals on the way home. But honestly, I’m hungry. For example, I woke up at 2am the other night and was starving out of my mind that I made blueberry waffles and ate them in bed. Classy, I know.
What I can do one day, I can’t do the next. Por ejemplo, just last Saturday I could pull myself out of the pool no problem. Fast forward to Tuesday and not so much. I had to basically crawl out on my knees (so embarrassing…) because my huge baby belly got in the way. I’m going to have to start using the stairs now, and not the little ladder at the side of the pool, but the actual steps all the old people use. Hooray….
I’ve got cankles. Well, not fully, but it’s happening. I’m totally swollen and it started happening at week 17 or 18… and it never happened with Thad. I know, I know, every pregnancy is different, but this kind of swelling and pain that comes with the swelling is awful and it’s only going to get worse, especially as I get bigger and as the summer heats up. But I’m told that swimming helps with the edema, which means I get to “whale it out” at the Y more often. Yippee.
I’ve got totally random rashes on my face and hips. This may be TMI (I’ve always been an over-sharer), but I have a very attractive rash on my face which makes me look like I’ve been rubbing the side of my nose ad nauseum, and an equally annoying rash on my hips and behind my right leg. For a while we thought it was poison oak, but it’s not. Some awful dermatologist prescribed me steroids that are level C (which means they don’t know the affects on pregnancy…. Jerk.) but someone else suggested Aquafor and it totally works. Word to the wise, people: Aquafor is a godsend.
I burn out quickly. Very quickly. Last weekend we ended up having a “busy” weekend and it took me two whole days to recover. I say “busy” because it didn’t really seem like it from a non-pregnant standpoint, but it ended up that way. We had to cancel plans on Monday and took it as a day of rest and I was completely useless… until Wednesday morning. I am used to being ultra productive and keeping the house/work/life in order, but all of that has gone completely out the window. My productivity is now focused on tasks I can do at the computer or if I feel like I have energy I’ll tackle a physical task with the complete understanding that I may not be able to do another one until tomorrow or the next day. This has been the biggest adjustment. So, rather than cleaning the house, I’m working out when I can (swimming, walking and The Dailey Method since running is completely out of the question right now) to make sure I get outside and the endorphins going.
The list goes on and on for this one, but basically it’s such a different pregnancy that it’s mind-blowing to me. I’m glad I had a singleton first because it took me a while to slow down… so much so that I landed myself on bedrest for a week at 29 weeks. However, I’m embracing these hungry little beasts inside me and letting them do some of the guiding along the way. They want In-N-Out burger? No problem. They want two dinners on most nights? No second thoughts here. They feel like taking a nap while Thad naps? I’ll belly flop all over that for them. See people, these are the sacrifices that parents need to make.