So as most of you may know, I’ve already had my baby! But I continued to update my plus size and pregnant: pregnancy diary but I just never got around to posting it on my blog because Arthur was born at just under 38 weeks. So here is the last part of my pregnancy diary!
25 and 26 Weeks
In my last pregnancy diary, I talked about my struggle with morning sickness. It’s not getting much better and I’m currently signed off work with Hyperemesis. It can be such a debilitating illness during pregnancy and to be honest I’m really struggling. I think the worst thing about it is that if you haven’t had it, you cannot relate! Like the feeling of nausea is so overwhelming and you literally have to lay still otherwise you feel like you might pass out. That coupled with vomiting over 6 times a day is just the worst and I’ve been constantly worried about not being at work. I think for most women, this can go away as you reach the second trimester but unfortunately not in my case. Fortunately I know I haven’t had it as bad as some women can, so I’m feeling slightly blessed!
I haven’t seen the midwife or consultant for a while but next week I have a scan and am also seeing my midwife so hopefully everything will be ok!
I had 3 medical appointments at 27 weeks after not having many recently. When it is your second pregnancy you don’t see the Midwife as often as with your first for some reason.
The first appointment was to have my gestational diabetes test. It’s a 3 hour test and you have to fast from 10.30pm the night before. I haven’t been eating the best due to the Hyperemesis but managed to have some noodles before going to bed. I woke up feeling horrendous, but managed to get myself looking presentable and out the door for 8am. I was waiting outside for my father in law to pick me up and was throwing up down the drain. I was so bad I thought I wouldn’t be able to complete the test. I arrived at the hospital and I just knew it would be a farse! They struggled to take my first set of bloods and left both my arms in bits after like 6 attempts in several veins. Once the first set of bloods were taken, I had to drink this very sugary drink, basically flat Lucozade and then sit in the waiting room for 2 and a half hours or so and have my blood taken again. I felt horrendous for like the first hour, but I managed to keep the drink down as I didn’t want to have to come back another time for the test.
When it was finally time to go and have my blood taken again, I had to tell them to try and take it from somewhere else as where they had poked around before was so bruised and sore. After several attempts, they had to call a Midwife in to take the blood and she found a different vein and got it straight away which was a relief.
My results came back all clear which was awesome!
I also went for a growth scan this week. I was soooo excited because we were desperate to find out the sex of our baby. However, this did not quite go to plan! As I walked in I asked the sonographer straight away if she could tell me the sex and she abruptly refused as it was not policy to reveal that information after 20 weeks. I was so upset, but managed to keep it together for the scan. I asked at the end if everything was ok with the baby and the sonographer again was so abrupt and said the Doctor would discuss things with me.
I went in to see the Doctor, who told me that everything was fine with the baby, but they were worried about the femur measurement as it had not grow as much as expected. She reassured me that the other measurements had progressed fine and they were not worried about anything but they wanted to book me in for another scan in two weeks time to check progress.
I also saw my midwife this week, had my 28 week bloods checked and discussed feeding options etc
After not being able to find out the sex of our baby at our last scan, James and I decided to book a private gender scan. We looked online and found a company called Ultrasound Direct and booked their Gender Scan which cost £39. After having such negative experiences with my NHS scans, I was so worried that they wouldn’t be able to tell us the gender or even see it because of my BMI.
We arrived and waited anxiously, within 2 minutes of being scanned the sonographer was able to tell us the gender of our baby. I felt so calm and relaxed for the first time in a long time when having something like this done. We were delighted! We even got a 4D preview included, which was slightly weird to see on the screen.
I would definitely recommend Ultrasound Direct of you are looking to have a private scan. They offer so many different options and have various locations around the UK so if you are thinking about booking one definitely check them out. Anyway, you all now know we had a boy!!! James and Maisie were right!
I’m still signed off work with sickness. It seems to be easing off throughout the afternoon which has been a welcome change.
I had another growth scan this week and trust me when I say it was more than eventful. The scan went fine, baby had grown well and followed the curve. I had a consultant appointment after ward and she discussed about my options for the birth and the possibility of being induced. I said I was against this and wanted to go into labour naturally. My consultant said she was happy with this as long as baby continues to grow above the tenth centile line and his growth doesn’t stop or slow down.
It was after this where things took a turn for the worst. I was sat waiting for my notes back only to witness the clerk leave them open I fill view on the reception desk while she totted off somewhere to deal with something else. Several members of the public were around checking in for appointments etc and my notes were just there freely available for them to read!!!
I let it go but I was so mad! I rang my Mum to talk about how well it went and then about an hour later my phone rang. It was the hospital, the lady on the phone said the Consultant was requesting that I return to see her at the hospital. I asked why and she said she couldn’t tell me. Panic mode set in …. I am the actual worst with stuff like this. I was on my own as well as James was unable to come. So I got on the bus back up to the hospital ran through to the other side and let reception know I was back. It was an anxious wait, I had tears rolling down my face I was so scared they were going to tell me they had missed something and that our baby boy was not actually ok.
Turns out… they had sent me away with someone else’s notes inserted into mine. I mean I know its a huge data protection issue, but why not just tell me on the phone rather than have me all scared rushing back to the hospital assuming the worst.