I apologise for the on again, off again blogging. As D-day approaches, I find myself sleeping more and staying up less. Yet there’s still so much I want to write about. Isn’t that the story of our lives – so much to do and so little time?
As we enter into Week 38 – very likely the last week before I deliver since Dr Wong has already initiated discussion regarding an early induction – the back and groin pain has been quite manageable. I suspect it is because I have really be taking it easy – with minimal gallivanting, minimal carrying of Gavin, no driving at all, and definitely no spring cleaning.
The irony is that I wasn’t even doing much when I was cleaning up our room to make space for Gareth. I left all the heavy lifting to the maid, yet the effect on my back and groin pain were enormous. I could hardly get out of bed because the pain was unbearable. I couldn’t get by a day without those Japanese medicated plasters on my back. I couldn’t carry Gavin because I was in too much pain. Looks like I overestimated my body…
The back and groin pain are not completely gone, but they have subsided to a much more manageable background discomfort – yes it is a discomfort as opposed to pain. However, I had my first case of serious constipation the other night. Now I can understand the misery that Gavin felt that day when his poop was stuck.
Aside from the back and groin pain, there have been two other developments… It is ironic that I have “tennis elbow”. Considering that I haven’t been doing much by way of physical activity, this one has me completely baffled. I am wondering if it is caused by poor sleeping postures. These days when I fall asleep, I often lie on one side and rarely move from that position until I wake – unless Gavin wakes me in the middle of the night. I often wake with pins and needles on the side I have been lying on.
I’ve also been having heartburn on a daily basis. I suppose that isn’t surprising considering how much space Gareth is occupying. I’m sure the contents of my stomach must be squashed up against my diaphragm by now. Shortness of breath has also become a daily experience. I also caught myself snoring and drooling more in my sleep – I suspect because my nasal passages get blocked and I can’t breathe at night. Yes – pregnancy is completely unflattering. Not only do I waddle like a whale, but I sleep like Darth Vader.
The stretchmarks this time have been really bad. The doctor explained during the last pregnancy that anti-stretchmarks creams don’t work because stretchmarks develop in the dermal layer, while the cream is applied on the epidermis (the outer layer). That means it cannot have any effect on the stretchmarks. So I didn’t really bother with all those creams this time and just applied moisturiser to keep the skin itchiness at bay. Now I’m wondering if the stretchmarks might not have been quite as bad if I had been religiously applying the anti-stretchmarks creams… Ah well, too late to be concerned about that now.
Unlike the first pregnancy, I have managed to keep the ankle swelling to a minimum. Unfortunately, I cannot offer any advice as I am not sure why or how this was possible. Somewhere in the third trimester of the first pregnancy, I was already starting to develop “kankles” (as hubby terms it) – which is basically elephant legs. I have also been spared the carpal tunnel syndrome in my wrists which had gotten quite bad in third trimester during my first pregnancy.
We’ll be here another four days before I deliver – that’s if Dr Wong decides to induce this Friday night… Wish me luck!