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SPD, Depression and Getting to the End

20 Sep

Top: 27 weeks with New Baby, contrasted with the same number of weeks for Nova.
Bottom: 28 weeks with newbie, versus 28 weeks with Nova.

The third trimester is officially underway!

What does that mean, you ask? Well…baaaaaasically the trimesters are measured in 12 week increments. All it really means is that I’ve put 28 weeks of pregnancy behind me and am moving on. There are a few special gifts the third trimester brings such as:

Continued breast growth
My poor chest has gone from a B cup to a DD from last pregnancy to this one. Yeah…you saw that correctly. And they’re not finished. You’d think, “Whoa…awesome. Free boob job.” Au contraire my fine friends. I was quite happily a part of the B Cup family. I will never see my solar plexus again and I am not thrilled about it.

Weight gain
This pregnancy I started out at around 170 (I was still losing my baby weight from carrying Nova) and am currently sitting pretty at around 187. The third trimester is a pretty crucial time for baby in terms of physical growth so I’m required to consume an extra 450-500 calories a day. I pretty much eat the same as I always have, with a few barf inducing deductions, so this is more difficult for me than it sounds. I’m not the pregnant lady who sits around craving cookies and ice cream. My cravings include watermelon, cucumbers, grapes, pickles, and cashews. I’m trying to pack on the calories in the nut department, but it looks like I need to bring back my old friend pasta. Truthfully, I’ve been missing it, but whole grains make me feel like I need to vomit so I’ve been avoiding them. While white pastas aren’t the HEALTHIEST choice, I’ve been making do with fun options like spinach linguine and sundried tomato spaghetti. Just let me do what I want, okay!

Braxton Hicks contractions
These are super fun. It’s pretty much your uterus getting ready to give birth and “practicing”. Essentially your uterine muscles (and surrounding area) TTTIIIIIIIIIIIGHTEN up and HOOOOOOOOOOLD for a few seconds. Sometimes I can ignore them, sometimes I don’t even notice, and sometimes they leave me standing awkwardly in the middle of the sidewalk/road/mall/at work making a constipated face, gritting my teeth and panting. It doesn’t hurt, but it doesn’t feel good.

Do I even need to say anything about this? Back rubs are ALWAYS welcome.

Shortness of breath
My insides are so squished right now as Baby Girl grows that my lungs are compressed. Sounds awesome right? Right. If I could draw your attention to the diagram following, I’d like for you to note that no, in fact, that is NOT where your stomach is supposed to be. Where do all your internal organs go when you’re growing a baby? Nowhere. They get pushed, shoved, prodded, and crammed into every nook and cranny your body has available. Hills, stairs, our block, getting in and out of the car/bed/off the floor all leave me feeling like I’ve just run a marathon, only I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything when I’ve caught my breath and my face returns to it’s natural coloring.

Heartburn, Swelling, Spider veins, varicose veins and hemorrhoids
These are all just super fun indicators that my body hates me and biology is stupid. *tears*

Frequent urination
How frequent is frequent, you ask? Let’s just say…if I DON’T go to the bathroom every 1.5 hours AT LEAST, I had better have remembered to bring a change of clothes, and I will avoid laughing, sneezing, coughing, moving too quickly, or farting if it is at all humanly possible.

Vaginal discharge

SO! Needless to say, the third trimester is full of fun times. The Upside is…


I am 11 weeks from my due date!!! Based on how early I am experiencing symptoms THIS time versus when I felt them last time I am optimistically telling myself that perhaps this child will come slightly early as opposed to Nova’s 2 days past her due date. Naturally, I know that every pregnancy is different, you can’t predict these things, BLAH BLAH BLAH, I don’t want to hear it. She’ll come whenever she is good and ready and I will entertain grandiose ideas of her arrival on December 1st, rather than the 4th, or 5th, or 6th, and so on. A word of advice? When a pregnant lady is trying to be optimistic about ANYTHING…just AGREE! Thanks.

We have officially selected our birth team! Nova’s hearty cheerleaders (and my saviors) were Cale (of course), my Mom, and the ever level-headed DG’s. I found having a support team of 3 was absolutely ideal and wanted to stick to that number. Sadly, the male DG may be unavailable this time around, but his lovely wife has been asked to commit to a repeat performance, my Mom is super on board (and reading up on doula practices!), and we’ve asked newcomer Tamara to come as well! I’m really excited to have a team of ladies (and of course, Ross, should he be around, because you never know when you’ll need a head lamp!). Being surrounded by calm, hilarious folks who want nothing more than to offer up their support and a little manual labor is so important to Cale and I and it’s an experience that we wanted to share with all three of these ladies for all different reasons. Not to mention that it will be fabulous for Nova to have her loved ones on hand to provide entertainment and distraction in the event that she is not that into hanging out while her sister makes her entrance.

I’ve been outsourcing as far as how to introduce to Nova the idea that a new addition is coming. She’s only 15 months so her understanding isn’t GREAT, but she knows that there is a baby inside Mommy, is very generous with her belly kisses when we ask if she wants to say “hello to the baby”, pats Mom’s tummy every morning, and is pretty fascinated watching the twists and rolls our little acrobat is performing in the womb. We’re slowly changing her room around to accommodate a second crib and girly-ing it up a little. Soon to arrive, pink curtains and some serious wall decor.

My sweet friend Tamara surprised me by announcing that she wanted to host a baby shower for me with the help of our friend Liz! (Mom of a couple of ADORABLE twin girls.) I wasn’t having the greatest day…heck…the greatest WEEK when she dropped the news and my reaction was pretty messy. Ha. I wasn’t expecting a baby shower at ALL for number 2, especially considering she’s following so closely on the heels of her big sister, but Tamara decided that it was going to happen and I couldn’t be more grateful. I’d been wracking my brain trying to think up ways to make this second lady feel just as special as the first and all I could come up with was a potential “meet the baby” get-together SOMETIME after the fact, but I tend to be overwhelmed easily in those first few weeks/months and people get busy and things come up so I really wasn’t sure when or if it would ever happen. I’m lucky to not only have such wonderful party planners, but wonderful FRIENDS who are gung ho to attend!! Don’t tell anyone, but I spend a lot of time marveling tearfully at how thankful I am for such an amazing group of friends/family. I’m terrible at speech delivering and outpourings of feelings, but my heart just swells thinking about the relationships we’ve formed and nurtured over the years, and while they tend to naturally ebb and flow we really have some amazing people in our lives. Nova, and this babe, are so lucky that they will get to meet and be a part of the family (biological and hand picked) we’ve managed to snuggle our way into over the years. ❤


Aside from the usual discomforts that come along with being this far along, I have a couple extra goodies hidden up my sleeve. My SPD is much worse this time around and I have flare ups almost daily now. Especially if I’ve over-exerted myself the day before. By over-exerted, I of course mean that I spent time on my feet for more than 30 minutes at a time. Walking, working, exercising, rolling over in bed, standing in line, grocery shopping, even working the gas pedal in the car can all exacerbate my pelvis and force me to lie down with an ice pack or 3 until the occasionally agonizing pain dissipates. I’m not a baby, you guys. You won’t catch me writhing in pain in public because I don’t need to be babied or pitied. I’m going to take care of myself and this will all be over in 11 short weeks. If I decline any super fun sounding hikes or snowshoeing events, trust me when I say that no one is more disappointed than me, and I will be VERY glad when this portion of my journey into motherhood is complete.

At my most recent prenatal appointment they had me take a little survey to assess my mental health. Not unusual, but sadly, I scored a lot higher than they would prefer/is healthy. I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety in my teens but learned a lot of really awesome techniques when it comes to coping and pushing back any undesirable mental blocks. Unfortunately, I DID have a pretty rough battle with post-partum depression after Nova and I don’t think I had fully dragged myself out of that mud hole before pregnancy number 2 came upon me with a vengeance. It’s a pretty common misconception that everyone with PPD wants to drown their baby in a barrel. I never once felt like I was a failure as a mother or that I couldn’t care for my little girl. In fact, the opposite was true. I felt like that was just about the ONLY thing I could do. Not to mention that the severity of the disorder is so different for each woman (and sometimes their men as well) that it’s hard to say what exactly you’re going to feel like, or what symptoms you might exhibit. Fortunately, I KNOW what’s up with my brain and have an ongoing dialogue with my midwives about it so it’s a work in progress. Another fortunate thing is that my motivation to be a kick ass Mom to Nova drags me out of bed every morning, and out of the house just about every day, even if it’s just for 20-30 minutes of vitamin D in the form of a little sunshine.

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You know Cale. He’s trucking along. He’s been working a lot. A LOT. Some weekends, some overtime, some extra in betweens. It’s pretty awesome, but I get pretty lonely, especially considering that I am also working 3-4 days a week on nights and weekends so every once in a while he takes a day off mid-week and we catch up and I get a bit of a break from parenting. He’ll do the dishes while I nap, take the kid to the park while I watch 30 minutes of a tv show…and nap, and do the whole bedtime routine…while I’m already sleeping. Ha. All the ups and downs aside, all of it would be much more overwhelming and exhausting without such an awesome, supportive husband.

He’s still pretty set on the idea of us having 4 children. That’s 2 more after this folks. I will be taking a much needed Body Break for a while.

Hal Johnson and JoAnne MacLoud want me to take care of myself! 😉

My appointments have been cut in half now. (Every 3 weeks as opposed to every 6.) And pregnancy number two is on it’s way out the door. I’m super stoked to meet this new little lady and smell her newborn smell and introduce her to her big sister, who I think is pretty spectacular. I am VERY excited to be the Mama of two girls and also find that I’m REALLY looking forward to giving birth again! I’ve been pretty blessed genetically (thanks Mom) and am really interested to see how this labor and birth differs from the first. In the meantime, I’ll be verbally expressing my third trimester woes in the best place for that sort of thing, an online forum full of other hormonal, sore, fed up pregnant chics, and I’ll spare you all the gory details, for now. Heh.


12 Aug

This pregnancy is simultaneously flying by and dragging on. The first 20 weeks seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye, and these remaining 20 are slogging through deep quicksand. 

Nevertheless, there are some exciting things going on.

I’m actually sitting at the 23 week point, and my turn-over day is Tuesday at which time I will be 24 weeks and will only have 16 left to go before we get to meet our sweet babe.


Our second, and probably final, ultrasound with Baby 2.

The biggest news for this time frame is that after some serious dilly-dallying and policy changing and guessing we FINALLY found out the gender and Nova is getting herself a sweet, little baby sister!! 

That’s right folks:



We had a tough time picking out names but have finally settled, and no, we aren’t telling. We can’t let you greedy scoundrels have everything now can we. Heh. There will be a grand announcement upon the event of her birth and by then you will be so enamoured with her sweet baby face that her name will be of little consequence. Mostly I just don’t want anyone to try to talk us out of it. 

The Ups

Mags is kicking up a serious storm these days. I can feel her, Cale can feel her, she keeps me awake at night with her shenanigans. It’s all very exciting and only a little uncomfortable. Ha. She’s sitting very low on my pelvis which is a pretty new feeling for me (compared to last time) but I’m enjoying it. This is definitely one of the highlights of pregnancy. These first little interactions. Based on all of her movement (and the fact that we have caught Olympic fever) I am surmising that she will stick true to her Sagittarian roots and be an excellent sprinter such as the likes of Usain Bolt. Hey…a Mama can dream. 

The Downs

Whoa, the downs. The only major bummer I’m experiencing right now (aside from the usual fatigue and nausea) is that my SPD is seriously flaring, and I can feel it in my poor bones after a not-so-long shift at work. I posted a link about SPD a while back if you’re interested in checking it out, or feel free to use your google-fu skills. Basically, after being on my feet for a while, it starts to feel like my hip and leg joints are compressing and rubbing together until they are so sore and stiff that the smallest movement has me wincing in pain and I regularly try to immerse myself in Epsom salt baths. I’m on the hunt for a good physiotherapist and just have to find the time to go after that. This is definitely one time that toddler’s pose a problem. I have all day, but what to do with her while I’m in my hour long appointment? Really, that’s the least of my worries. I’m more interested in, “What am I going to do when I reach the point at which I’m not longer easily mobile and have a toddler?” My greatest fear is that Nova will suffer for my body’s weaknesses and that’s not very cool with me.


Cale, being the wonderful, supportive husband he is, is encouraging me through all of this to ease up on the shifts at work and also to take it easy at home. Our labor division is becoming more and more lopsided though I assure him that post-baby they will balance out. True to his easy going nature he is not at all put off by any of this and takes it all in stride. Every once in a while he even breaks out into song,

Everything’s gonna be alright. Everything’s gonna be alright now, so woman no cry.” 

Between the tears of pain and frustration it is incredibly helpful to have a partner so obliging, supportive and loving. I know he would do it if he could, and I’d be jealous that I was missing out. Ha. 

My newborn fever has flared up with a vengeance and I cannot wait to see this babe’s face and snuggle her soft little body. The countdown is seriously on. 


New Baby





23 Weeks with Miss Nova