22 weeks pregnant and holding the course. I’m doing what feels like an enormous amount of self care: therapy, pregnancy-after-loss support group, midwife appointments, acupuncture, chiropractic, pelvic floor physical therapy, yoga, walking, haircuts, book club and considering a prenatal massage.
I can’t control much of this baby making process, but I’m good at making appointments.
This is short lived. As soon as this baby is on the outside my self care will be down to the occasional shower and walk. Or maybe just shower and nap if I tear my crotch to pieces again.
Overall I’d describe myself as NOT an anxious person, but of course that’s not doing me any good now. My therapist said that I can’t expect to have zero anxiety and she thinks I’m doing about as well as I can hope. So there’s that.
At my last ultrasound scan the doctor said,
“I have no concerns aside from your advanced maternal age.”
Perfect. I’ll be 37 in July. In general I feel great, healthy, strong, vibrant, full of life, optimistic, all that good stuff. But 36.9 and pregnant? I feel OLD. My hips are aching; my legs are throbbing and I’m leaking urine just thinking about it.
I see why 22 years old is physically a great age to give birth. Although the only thing I was prepared to give birth to at that time was this blog. That’s right, this blog was born in 2005. And yes I know where to find those posts and no they’re not public. They’d only reassure you that waiting to have kids in my thirties was the right decision.
I’m also in full blown nesting mode. I had this feeling when I was pregnant with BB, but we were in a one bedroom, so after we squeezed in a changing table, there wasn’t much else I could do.
Now I can decorate a whole nursery! The rational part of me says,
“BB didn’t sleep in her own room for a year. This kid is going to be in your bedroom for a long time, no rush to decorate her room now.”
The anxious, superstitious part of me says,
“Don’t you dare decorate that room, you have NO idea what’s going to happen.”
The hormonal, pregnant, nesting part of me says,
“But I really wanted to do this when I was pregnant with BB and I couldn’t. This is my chance!”
I’m going with the hormonal part of me. She’s the most insistent. Plus we already have all the big nursery furniture. The crib has been stored in that room for over a year. All I had to do was move it to the other side of the room.
I’m going with a rainbow theme considering sometimes people call the baby they have after a loss their rainbow baby. It may be overplayed, but I like it. And heaven forbid this kid doesn’t make it, if some kid makes it at some point, they’ll be our rainbow baby.
Captain painted the walls a light blue, so it’s ready for rainbows. BB slid her bare butt across the new cloud rug, so that’s broken in. And I’ve been making frequent trips to HomeGoods to keep an eye on the rainbow/cloud paraphernalia.
All that’s left to do is keep going. And whatever concerns I have about labor and delivery, I can let those go because the other day BB told me,
“Mom, when you push the baby out?”
“I’ll catch her.”
So excited for you and understand your nervousness (secondhand only, I have zero children); a couple of my friends have been exactly where you are now and it was a tough road of ups and downs for them emotionally (especially with pregnancy hormones tossed on top). Nesting definitely made them happy though! So yay nesting!
Also, I remember 2005 and I remember those blog posts 😉
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Thank you so much!! Nesting away over here. 😉 And I don’t think I realized you’ve been reading it for that long! Wow, thank you! How did you find my blog in the first place?
I don’t remember exactly; I had my own blog at the time, but I was reading a lot of blogs because I was in school and I just spent a lot of time on the computer in general. Pretty sure I stumbled onto yours through comments you left somewhere else about travelling and working in a bar that I thought were funny and interesting. I’ve been here ever since!
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Love it, thank you! 🙂