Pregnancy was good to me and overall pretty uneventful. I found out early (when I was 4 weeks and some days along) and decided to wait until the baby was born to find out the gender, which went against every Type A vein in my body, but turned out to be one of the best decisions I made.
I only had a week and a half of the dreaded morning sickness during my first trimester and never even threw up; I just felt awful and nauseous for a few hours each day. Even though in retrospect it was only a short while, it felt like an eternity while I was going through it. Other than that, I was suuuuper tired, which lasted well into the second trimester, even though everyone told me it would go away after the first. I kept waiting for that burst of energy everyone assured me was coming, but I’m not sure it ever arrived.
The only other less than fun part of pregnancy for me was the glucose test which I had at 26 weeks. For that, you drink a sugary drink and then get your blood sugar tested after an hour. A lot of people told me the drink was sickeningly sweet so I was a little worried, buttttt I actually liked it.
However, my test came back borderline with a result of 137, so my practice made me do the 3 hour test, which was much less fun. For that, I had to fast from midnight the night before, and then drink a sugary drink that was the same volume but twice the sugar as the one for the 1 hour test, which was in fact sickeningly sweet. With the 3 hour, they take your fasting blood sugar, and then take it again 1, 2, and 3 hours after the drink. I did the test on a Friday, which was apparently the day a student was working in the lab. I’ve had my fair share of blood work and never had an issue before, but that student definitely needed more practice. She did the fasting blood draw, and then the one hour blood draw, and after that my arm stung so bad I was afraid to go back in for the last two draws. I ended up speaking with the front desk and they had someone else do the last two blood draws which were less unpleasant. But, I started feeling sooo sick and shaky between the 2nd and 3rd hour of waiting and had to ask for a room to lay down in. I was only allowed to drink a limited amount of water and just felt so gross for the last stretch of the test. Fortunately, I passed all four of the blood draws and didn’t have gestational diabetes, but the testing experience was not one of my favorite parts of the pregnancy.
As many of my longtime readers know, I had a tummy tuck back in 2013, so I wasn’t quite sure how, or if, that would impact the pregnancy. I obviously spoke with my providers about it and was told that it shouldn’t have an impact, besides showing less and/or later in the pregnancy, which definitely panned out to be true for me. I started taking photos at 16 weeks and barely had a bump until towards the end. While to some that might sound awesome, for me, I was really wanting to look pregnant when I was that far along in the pregnancy so it was kind of disappointing that I wasn’t obviously pregnant until 7 to 8 months. The grass is always greener, right?
My goal for the birth was to have a low intervention, unmedicated vaginal birth and I did everything I could to make that dream a reality. In terms of birth prep and education, I did a tooooon of reading, listening to podcasts, went through training to be a doula so learned a lot about pain control methods and positions for labor, and also took the home study Hypnobabies course.
Physically, I stayed active throughout the pregnancy with lots of hilly walks around my neighborhood and going to prenatal yoga twice a week, which I loved. I also started seeing a chiropractor every week that specializes in the Webster Technique, which is a specific way of manipulating the pelvis to make positioning ideal for pregnancy and birth. I gained around 30 pounds total, which was more than I wanted to, but still in the range of normal, and I tried to be relatively healthy with my eating with the occasional (ok, more like regular) treat in the mix.
As I got into the home stretch at 34 weeks, my mom and sisters threw me a baby shower, which was awesome. They had it at Zaytinya which is one of my favorite restaurants in DC, and about 22 of my favorite ladies came and showered me and my baby with love.
It was such a fun way to celebrate my pregnancy and the baby to be. I got so spoiled and felt so good and excited to meet my baby just 6 short weeks later, which barely felt like enough time to get ready. Little did I know that things would change drastically over the next several days and that my baby would be making a surprise early entrance less than a week later.