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Pregnancy Diary | Week 27

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eek 27 of this pregnancy has been a pretty significant one for me  – for no other reason than that it’s the final week of the 2nd trimester. In fact, by the time this post goes live, I’ll be just embarking on the 3rd trimester, and, I mean, WOW, how trippy is THAT?

I kind of wish I could go back in time to my 1st-trimester (or post-miscarriage, or post-ectopic) self, and tell her that one day she’d reach the 3rd trimester, and be embarking on the home straight. (I’d probably also tell her not to cut her hair, because it didn’t ACTUALLY make that much difference to the drying time, and she’s sort of regretted it ever since, but that’s neither here nor there, really…) I mean, I obviously wouldn’t be able to tell her she’d one day stop worrying, because, LOL, AS IF, but I honestly never expected to get this far, and I’m pretty amazed that I have, to be honest.

But, of course, this post is supposed to be about week 27, not week 28, so let’s get on with that, shall we?

Week 27 Pregnancy Highlights

Visible baby kicks! I’ve noticed my belly moving a few times lately, from particularly vigorous bouts of kicking,  but this week I managed to capture it on video, so everyone else could see it, too. Not sure quite how much fun that video actually was for anyone else (although my mum watched it at least 1765 times, apparently), given that every time my belly moves from the kicking, I start shaking with laughter, which makes it look like King Kong is trying to break out of my abdomen, but hey, you have to get your kicks (Boom boom!) wherever you can these days, don’t you?

Week 27 Pregnancy Appointments

This week I had yet another midwife appointment, and I think I have some kind of medical appointment or other every week now for the rest of the month. It’s all a little bit overwhelming, really, given that my health anxiety normally makes me avoid any kind of medical situation like the plague, but it’s all for the greater good, I guess, so I’m doing my best to just suck it up, like a good girl.

This particular appointment consisted of another blood draw, plus the anti-D injection  I had to have at this stage, on account of my rhesus negative blood type, so I felt a bit pin-cushion-y afterwards. Still, the bump is measuring 28cm, so he’s right on track, with a good, strong heartbeat, which makes me very happy indeed.

Week 27 Pregnancy Symptoms

Insomnia. Which leads to exhaustion. Actually, I’m not sure I wouldn’t have had the exhaustion anyway at this point, because it seems like the kind of thing that would happen when you’re lugging around a giant bump all the time, but the fact that I’ve been lying awake most nights, thinking about random crap ranging from whether I’ll die in childbirth, to when I last saw that old baby towel that had been lurking in the linen closet before Terry emptied it out this week, hasn’t helped either.

The tiredness hasn’t been nearly as bad as the exhaustion of the first trimester, when I’d regularly fall asleep on the couch any time I tried to sit on it for more than ten minutes, but I’d happily sleep the clock around right now – which is a bit of a bummer, really, because I’ve been so busy with work etc, that I’ve had to just keep powering through it… and then lying awake at night, thinking about old towels. Because that makes TOTAL sense, brain, thanks!

Week 27 Purchases & Preparations

I’m once again breaking this one into different sections, so…

Things My Parents Bought: 

My parents are growing in confidence with their purchasing power every week now, so this week brought…

pram blanket

A pram blanket!

baby hat with ears

A hat with ears!

baby gloves

And also gloves!

child's storage bench
A storage bench for the nursery!

This is actually something Terry and I had picked out: we also have a toy box on order, but I thought something like this would be useful to store books and other stuff (This baby will have a LOT of books: don’t worry, though, the lid has a special soft-close mechanism, so little fingers can’t get trapped… ), so my parents very kindly bought and assembled it for us. It actually looks quite nice in the kitchen, dontchya think?

Finally, this wasn’t purchased by my parents, but here’s a photo of me hugging a teddy bear:

teddy bear and bump

(Also pictured: my bump. Not pictured: my face, because, damn girl, it looks like you’ve been storing up nuts for the winter in dem cheeks right now…)

Handsome chap, isn’t he? This bear was actually a gift from Terry’s mum a few years ago. I knew I wanted to pass him on to the baby, but he had the words, “GIFT COMPANY 2014” embroidered on one paw, which I thought might be a bit confusing, so my mum gave him a couple of new paw pads, and now he’s ready to rock. Or whatever it is teddy bears do when we’re not watching them.

Things Terry and I Bought Did:

No major purchases for Terry and I this week, but Terry has been hard at work re-fitting the closets in the hall and nursery, and has made an amazing job of them both. In what could possibly be one of the Top Ten most boring photos I’ve ever published on this site, here’s the “before” shot of the nursery closet:

I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait a while for the ‘after’ shot here, though (Please try to contain your understandable distress at this news), because that’s going to require yet another trip to IKEA, and I’d ideally like to move at least some of the crap from the floor, first. With that said, this room is actually looking quite a bit clearer than it did last time you saw it, but that’s mainly just because Terry has taken all of the junk that was in it, and re-distributed it around the house, where it’s been joined by every power tool known to man, plus a really quite disturbing amount of cardboard packaging, which, where did it even come from?!

The house is an absolute MESS, in other words, and I don’t just mean “by MY standards,” I mean, ‘By ANYONE’S standards.” Seriously, who knew that clearing out two closets and one room would end up destroying an entire house? It totally has, though, and, at the time of writing, there are currently piles o’ junk in:

The ground floor hall:

messy hall

(If you’re thinking that open door at the end of the hall is the door to the under-stair cupboard, you’re wrong: that is, in fact, the Gateway to Hell, and it occasionally opens and spews out more power tools and random other crap. If only we had a garden shed we could put that stuff into! <FORESHADOWING>)

The first floor hall:

cluttered hallway

Everyone has a random collection of cardboard and a bag of wigs in their hall, right? Just checking.

(Also pictured: the main bathroom, now with added paint rollers. Not pictured: its floor, now with added paint splashes. GOD.)

(No, the bathroom is not being painted. YET.)

The kitchen:

messy kitchen

I’m now on the lookout for a question mark to add to the end of that wall sign, so, instead of saying , “EAT” it says, “Er, EAT? Maybe? If you can find some space at the table?” On the plus side, as you can see, there is no shortage of chairs right now, and, on a related subject, hey, does anyone want some chairs? Anyone at all?

(Alternatively, I could just move the arrow so that, rather than pointing to the table, it points to the living room couch, which is where we ACTUALLY eat, with our plates precariously balanced on our knees, and my bump getting in the way. It’s a classy joint, ours…)

The office:

super-messy office

Because we obviously don’t have quite enough to deal with right now, this week Terry’s computer decided that now would be an AWESOME time to totally kick the bucket. It had to be pulled out and basically re-built, in a delicate operation which took three days, and cost a fair bit of cash, plus my remaining sanity. Most of the stuff in this photo is computer-repair related, but the rest of it is… I have absolutely no idea what the rest of it is. Not even sure I WANT to know, tbh, I just want it to LEAVE MY HOUSE, and I’m considering an exorcism, if it doesn’t happen soon.

In happier news, however, the patient made it through the surgery, and is now recovering peacefully on Terry’s desk, where it has the support of a thousand and one other bits o’random crap, all of which Terry tells me he “needs” to have out on display, otherwise the entire fabric of the universe will fall to pieces. Or something like that, anyway.

The nursery:

DIY CHAOS

Which, actually, is almost looking tidy now, compared to the rest of the house: maybe that’s why Terry did this? (Also, we bought a lightshade from IKEA for it. I’d go and look it up on their website, but I lost the will to live somewhere between the “first floor hall” photo and this one, so, meh, it’s just a light, you can live without the exact details, I’m sure…) Also, I really hope the baby has fun playing with that VAX carpet cleaner, because, God knows, there’s nowhere else for it to go right now. <MORE FORESHADOWING>

(I’d apologise for the crappy photos, btw – phone camera, low light, you know the drill – but I actually think it’s better this way, because no one needs high-res photos of this kind of mess, do they? I mean, it’s not like you’re all going to be begging me to turn it into a coffee table book or something, FFS…)

Most alarmingly of all (for me) MY DRESSING ROOM was also breached, by Terry apparently opening the door and and just throwing in an armload of STUFF at some point yesterday afternoon. “Was it just bothering you to think there was at least one room in the house that WASN’T a mess?” I asked when I found it, and then he didn’t speak to me for the next 20 minutes: whoops.  There is no photo of that, though: it was just too traumatic.

Finally, in the news I know you’ve all been waiting on the edges of your seats for:

SHED MAN UPDATE:

So, after almost 6 months of swearing blind that he would TOTALLY be providing us with a shed, Shed Man has confirmed what I’ve been predicting since May, which is that, no, actually, he will NOT be providing us with a shed, like, what is he, a SHED MAN or something? I KNOW, SHOCKER, HUH? Unfortunately, Terry’s contingency plan (which, it turns out, was to buy another shed, which he’d seen on Gumtree) has also fallen through, which leaves us shedless. And also speechless, to be totally honest: I’m trying very hard here not to use the words “I TOLD YOU SO,” but, well, I kind of just did, didn’t I?

So, yeah, it looks like, on top of everything else, we now have to buy and build a shed. And if anyone’s looking for a Shed Man in central Scotland, I have one I can definitely NOT recommend…

Week 27 Pregnancy Fears:

I’m actually just going to skim over this section for now, because my fears haven’t changed, really, but I HAVE come to realise that I’m not doing a great job of helping people understand them, so, rather than keep on beating that same old dead horse, I’ll simply say that things like health anxiety and tokophobia aren’t “cured” easily, unfortunately (and sometimes aren’t cured AT ALL…), and, while I know a lot of the people reading this either don’t believe those problems exist, or think I should be able to just shake them off with a bit of retail therapy, or a nice hot bath or something, mental health problems don’t really work that way (I mean, I REALLY wish they did, because I’d be the most chilled person in the world, if so…), sadly. I have another counselling appointment coming up soon, though, so hopefully that’ll help: for now, I’m just grateful to have made it all the way to Week 28, messy house and all.

(I could REALLY live without the messy house, though…)

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5 Comments
  • Chiarina
    October 12, 2017

    Please forgive me for laughing, I totally relate to the distress of having such a mess around the house, but your depiction of it all was just hilarious… After “I really hope the baby has fun playing with that VAX carpet cleaner”, “Was it just bothering you to think there was at least one room in the house that WASN’T a mess?” and “It’s a classy joint, ours…” I was trying (and failing) to laugh quietly as I am reading this on my phone in the office….

  • Jean
    October 12, 2017

    But a carpet cleaner is the new “it” toy. I don’t know how to put this. I so incredibly admire you for dealing with, living through your anxiety to become pregnant and create a human. A person who, as a 30-year-old (and every other year old) will … I mean this man won’t thank you. But will hopefully understand that you went above and beyond, way beyond, your comfort zone to have him as part of your family. A few of my friends with what I now see as health anxiety (they merely described it as fear of pregnancy) chose not to become pregnant, though they wanted children. A few other of my friends adopted rather than become pregnant, which, as an adoptive mom, is great too. All ways are great. But to go through it your way is just amazing. I have generalized anxiety and really can’t imagine just walking through it voluntarily and not trying to skirt it 100 times a day, as I do. I’ll shut up now.

  • Amy
    October 12, 2017

    This is that golden moment during any cleaning/renovation/tidying experience when one makes everything a bigger mess. It sucks and it makes my skin crawl. Until one finally gets things finished and everything put away in their new homes and everything is amazing. For a while anyway. Good luck with the rest of the revamp!

  • Sharon
    October 12, 2017

    My house is a similar state. All I’m doing is swapping the spare room bed for a sofa bed. Wft happened? I’ve just texted my boyfriend who is abroad working “Ignore the whole house when you get back tomorrow. It’s somehow a riot” I suppose i could have sorted it out tonight instead of looking at organising accounts on Instagram but whatever.

  • Myra
    October 12, 2017

    We’ve had our daughter’s possessions all over our house for months, and she’s not taking it away. So I’ve resorted to adding to the stuff in the packed garage. At least when something goes I don’t allow it back e.g. The camping gear in August (hence making more room for boxes from the house). And the Christmas boxes will be going soon, so the last of the boxes will go to the garages

    Yours will it all get done in time, and you will be able to walk in the hall again without tripping g up. It will all be worth it. Happy shed hunting and happy third trimester. It is really funny to watch your tummy moving with kicks, it made me giggle too. The shopping things are lovely.

AD | We’re spending a few days at @highlandheatherlodges in beautiful Perthshire, for what Terry is optimistically referring to as his ‘birthday week’. (I say ‘optimistically’ - we’re only here for three days, and his birthday was yesterday, but don’t stop believing, Terry!)⁣
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There’s a hot tub for us and a playpark for Max, so needless to say, we’re having a fantastic time, and I’m already dreading having to leave. Today’s big question: can I pass as an under-12, so I qualify for a pony ride at the nearby wildlife centre? 🤔 (On second thoughts, don’t answer that one...)⁣
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AD | Time for a quick game of “Where’s Amber?”⁣
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It’s another rainy Monday, so I’m throwing it back to our trip to @universalorlando ‘s amazing Volcano Bay water park last month. I’m a bit of a scaredy when it comes to water flumes, but this park had tons of stuff for pretty much everyone: plenty of rides for me, and an amazing splash pad for Max 👶In fact, I’d still be on The Fearless River right now if I possibly could be. Still, doing the laundry and turning the heating on will be just as good, right? Right?! 🌋 🏊‍♀️ .
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AD | Time for a...

Good news! We took Max to hospital this morning, and saw two different surgeons, who agreed there was no need to go ahead with the surgery as his lip is healing really well on its own 😅  He’ll definitely have a scar, unfortunately, but that would’ve been the case whether he’d had the surgery or not, and if it turns out to be worse than anticipated, we’ll have the option to have it corrected under local anaesthetic when he’s older. ⁣
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I’m still really upset that this happened in the first place, obviously, but so relieved that we don’t have to put him through a general anaesthetic, and just incredibly grateful that it wasn’t anything worse. I know some parents have to deal with much more serious stuff than this, and my heart goes out to you all: it’s been a rough couple of days, and I’m really grateful to everyone who took the time to comment on yesterday’s post - your stories were so comforting when I was panicking yesterday ❤️ ⁣
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(Old photo, obviously: every time Max sees the selfie camera, he thinks it’s going to be one of those filters where you open your mouth and something happens 😂)⁣
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Good news! We took Max...

Totally unrelated photo, but we’ve just spent the morning in Accident & Emergency with Max, who fell on the path outside the house and split his lip open 😥 ⁣
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They tried to stitch it up at A&E, but it was totally impossible with him awake, so they’ve booked him in to have it done under general anaesthetic tomorrow ... Max is absolutely fine: the bleeding stopped quickly, he doesn’t seem to be in pain, and is just his normal, happy little self. I, on the other hand, am a complete wreck: the plastic surgeon he saw today reckons if we don’t have it fixed, his lip will be crooked when it heals, but I’m absolutely *terrified* of the thought of my baby having to have a GA. ⁣
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If you’re a long-time follower, you might know that I have a full-blown phobia of general anaesthetic (I literally had an elective c-section in order to eliminate the possibility of an emergency one, which might have had to be done under GA), so I just can’t get my head to accept that it’s safe and he’ll be fine 😥 ⁣
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Positive stories and advice very welcome: I’m just so terrified, I can’t even imagine how to get through the next 24 hours 😥😥😥

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#throwbackthursday to last week, when I needed a sunhat and SPF 50 to leave the house, rather than the current raincoat and wellies situation. Can you tell the post-holiday blues are still in full swing over here? 🌧 .
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#throwbackthursday to last week, when...

I posted this on Stories over the weekend, but he looked so cute in it I figured it deserved a spot on the grid, too! This is Max all ready for his friend Eleah’s 1st birthday party on Saturday: despite the jetlag and his continuing obsession with doors of all kinds (He had an entire soft play at his disposal, but he mostly just wanted to open and close the gate into it...) he had an absolute ball, and spent the whole drive home shouting, “HAPPY! HAPPY!” Thanks to @thestirlingstyle for a great party 🥳 🎈 🎉 . (Oh, and that’s his hairbrush in his hand - boy likes to look his best 😉)
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