I’ve not really written about my pregnancy with my little peanut because quite honestly, pregnancy just doesn’t really agree with me.
This is my forth pregnancy, two of which resulted in miscarriages that were put down to ‘being one of those things’ and my pregnancy with my son Oliver wasn’t exactly plain sailing.
With Oliver, I had severe morning sickness until week 14, I then developed polyhydramnios, which is a common condition during pregnancy. Polyhydamnios is when there is an excessive amount of amniotic fluid surrounding the baby. During the end of my pregnancy with Oliver I developed obstetric cholestasis, which is a rare liver condition that can develop in pregnancy. Obstetric Cholestasis is potentially extremely dangerous and can result in stillbirth, so for this reason I was induced at 37 weeks. Unfortunately a woman who develops this condition during pregnancy, has a higher risk of developing it again in subsequent pregnancies.
So understandably, my anxiety reaches a rather high level during pregnancy and any little twitch, I take to Twitter and end up bombarding my midwife with questions and look like a complete hypochondriac.
However, here I am pregnant at 23 weeks and of course the same as my pregnancy with Oliver, it hasn’t been plain sailing. Thankfully this time around I only felt slightly nauseous on the odd day and that stopped at 12 weeks, RESULT!! However during this pregnancy I’ve developed sciatica, just walking up and down stairs is excruciating and I actually got stuck on the nursery floor recently because I physically couldn’t stand up for about 20 minutes. Then I get to my 20 week scan and am told that the placenta looks like it could potentially be covering the baby’s escape route and so I have to have another scan at 34 weeks to have a look properly. If this is the case, my only labour option will be a C – Section.
The other day I developed shooting pains in my stomach, in a panic I went to the doctors who checked me and the baby over. The baby’s heartbeat was absolutely fine and peanut is still wriggling around in there quite happily, so the doctor started asking about how much I’m doing day to day. It was then the doctor gave me a bit of a telling off and told me, ‘I need to slow down and take it easy’ (easier said than done when you have a toddler and an unruly puppy to look after).
I’m just holding onto the saying “difficult pregnancy, easy baby”. It sure worked when it came to Oliver, let’s just hope I get lucky second time around too.