Well, it has been a rough couple of weeks for me. As it turns out, I am REALLY bad about taking it easy without constantly giving myself reminders. My husband has become a professional at telling me not to do things I am not supposed to do, and reminding me to stop and take breaks. I have become crabby, which is not a usual thing for me and I don’t like it. The kids, well, they have really taken to the encouraged independence. Liam and The Bean now put themselves to bed at nap and bedtime. I am trying to not miss the snuggles I use to steal when carrying them upstairs too much.
For Catriona things are going well, or at least as good as we can hope for! We had a very positive checkup at 23 weeks where she measured exactly on target (which is amazing for a little girl who is most likely going to be tiny!) and her heart rate was a lovely 145. Her kick counts have been perfect. The only concerning thing that has come up recently have been frequent Braxton Hicks contractions. Thankfully they are not following any pattern at this point and have only been over the 6 an hour allowed at this stage of pregnancy a handful of times. At the 23 week appointment they found an infection so I am hopeful that after a week of antibiotics things will calm down in the contraction department. Our next ultrasound is at 27 weeks and I am still hoping for a miracle! At this point, however, I am simply thankful to have made it this far.
At 23-24 weeks babies begin making a substance called surfactant. This is used by the body to help stabilize the alveoli in the lungs (The alveoli help oxygen get from the air to the bloodstream, but in order to do this they need to be nice and plump like a grape, surfactants help keep them from collapsing when you exhale). With the production of surfactant comes the chance for survival with pre-term births, so if something were to happen tonight Catriona would have a fighting chance, especially with the awesome hospitals in this area. 24 weeks was a big milestone for us. I celebrated with a braided chicken pot pie bread with Ben and Jerry’s ice cream for dessert 🙂
On a personal note, because I am carrying so low this time (thanks to the less than stable environment my body created for Catriona) life is becoming uncomfortable. There are definitely times where it already feels like the last (everlasting) month of pregnancy. clothing is also becoming uncomfortable. Maternity pants with the cloth panel fall off of me because my belly isn’t quite large enough for them, but the ones with the low band are too tight for me to wear and do essential things like breathe, or not walk like a penguin. My go to pants of choice for this pregnancy are becoming yoga pants. I could sing a song for how much I love them lately. I see a lot of dresses coming up in my future as well. The plus side? My maternity scrubs are the most comfortable articles of clothing ever (even if one pocket does oddly fall right on the center of my expanding stomach).