Lately, I feel like all I hear is my own heartbeat. When I’m sitting at work, laying down in bed, or just doing regular chores, all I hear is my heartbeat thumping in my own ears. I had M take my heart rate the other day and normally, I’m about 60 bpm resting heart rate. We swore we calculated it to be about 90 bpm when I was just sitting on the couch. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I have additional blood in my body that’s going to the little man, or that I’m just high strung all the time, but I feel like I’m on drugs. Everything I do is at a fast pace- thinking, talking, walking, or any sort of task. M has to ask me to “slow down” and “back up” when I just start pouring out a stream of consciousness. My mind races 24 hours a day and I’ve been having some insomnia when I wake up to pee in the middle of the night. Some nights if I’m up at 3am I won’t be able to go back to sleep until 4 or 430am because of my heart and mind racing. Between my work hours, wedding & baby showers, bachelorette parties, weddings, thirtieth birthday parties, and birth prep/baptism classes coming up in March and April, I think I have thrown myself into a full blown hurricane. I need to call my doula and schedule that prenatal massage, asap because even as I sit here typing, I can still hear my blood pulsing through my veins. Come to think of it, I haven’t felt the little guy kicking very much over the last few days- maybe it’s time to Doppler for good measure.
I’m officially 6 months today and about two weeks from being out of my second trimester…one more to go! It is sad that it is moving so fast- I really am enjoying pregnancy. Sure there are small annoyances (the teenage breakouts, heart palpitations as described above and embarrassing bodily functions) but overall I just love being pregnant. I love having him near me and being able to talk to him any time I want. I love that I am fully responsible for his life and there is nothing I want more in this world than to do right by him and see him flourish. I want to give him everything and be perfect for him. Other than having him in my arms right now, this is the second best heaven I can imagine.
I don’t really have any other symptoms to speak of other than the ones above. I sleep pretty well, eat all of my normal foods (still refraining from a lot of meats, processed cheeses, dairy and caffeine) and get around pretty well. Sometimes sitting too long hurts my back and butt, but if I have my feet up it is usually ok. I obviously have to sleep on my side and rolling over takes quite a bit of effort. I sit all day at work so my feet aren’t swollen- yet. No cravings to speak of, but I’m doing a better job of avoiding meat and cow’s milk than I thought I would- I really don’t miss it. I don’t miss alcohol either, but I do miss exercise. I haven’t been to the gym at all since my IVF cycle started back in September- I was on exercise restriction anyway and even when I got past my first trimester I just didn’t feel like I should be doing a lot of that stuff. I know they say it is good for you and doesn’t do any damage, but I’d rather just take these 9 months and put my feet up. There’s plenty of time after baby arrives to whip my butt back into shape. Pregnancy weight gain to date is holding steady at 20 lbs but we will see next week at my monthly appointment. In the third trimester I read it’s a pound a week so if I can get to delivery up 30-35 lbs I would say not too shabby. Here’s the latest picture of the bump, taken last night after a very very long day with the tax accountant, at a nursing home (visiting M’s grandmother) and at an in-law family get together.