Week 29 - September 27, 2006
~ Third Trimester
I have spent so much of my time in the last month "worshipping the porcelain god" in my bathroom (as my college roommates used to call throwing up) that I have become quite poetic about the whole experience (hey, if I can't avoid it, at least I might as well get creative about it), and I fully intended to write my journal this week as a tongue-in-cheek "Ode to Vomit." However, for the past few days the porcelain gods no longer seem to be requiring my frequent genuflection before them, and a visit once or maybe twice a day now has become sufficient. I feel like a new woman. Nor do I feel the need any longer to subject any possible readers of my journal to such descriptions, poetic or not, of my unpleasant travails.
I will note, in addition, that my doctor actually called me at home to check up on how I was doing with the vomiting issue. I thought this was particularly nice of her, since I felt that she was rather quick to dismiss my complaints when I was in her office. Of course she called after I was finally feeling a reprieve from the incessant throwing up, and though I still do vomit every day, usually in the evening, I feel so much better than I have been lately, that I could find nothing to worry about to her.
I am writing this at the completion of my 29th week of gestation, which means that I have finally started my 30th week of pregnancy, and to me it is an incredible milestone. There is still much time to go before the baby can come out, but that space of time no longer seems quite as interminable. I feel the baby squirming and moving, kicking and hitting frequently throughout the day. I have not noticed any particular pattern to his waking and sleeping, but then my days do not have a very rigid routine to them. I notice him most when I am being quiet--laying in bed, sitting with a book, or even now as I am writing at my computer. I have also finally started feeling what I assume are the Braxton-Hicks contractions. I usually feel the baby near the sides of my belly, and these new movements are concentrated right down the center. It's hard to describe what it feels like, but I guess it is a sort of tightening feeling. The other new symptom I am experiencing is the intensified pressure on my bladder--it can get quite uncomfortable.
Speaking of uncomfortable, my third trimester must truly be in full swing, for I am indeed becoming more uncomfortable all the time. The pressure under my breasts on my ribs and my lungs make it more difficult to breathe, and I find myself needing to lean back more or to stand up in order to relieve some of the pain and to get a good breath. This makes warm temperatures even more unbearable and any cool breeze the most welcome of relief. I also did not anticipate how difficult it would become to sit on a hard surface, such as a bench. Last Sunday as I sat on the organ bench at Church playing prelude music for twenty minutes or so, I found it most uncomfortable to continue sitting there throughout the service. Although I moved to a padded chair when I could and I could bring some sort of pillow to sit on, I think I may have played the last Sunday service of my pregnancy. I share the organ duties with another lady, and she has already expressed her willingness to fill in when I need her. Sleep requires a small army of pillows to prop me up and properly cushion me. With the heartburn and vomiting problems I have had, I can only find comfort in sleeping in a near-sitting position. I have a fabulous body pillow that I bought for this pregnancy and it serves me well in whichever position I require it. My favorite pre-pregnancy sleeping position was flat on my stomach with my head under my pillow. My son also likes to sleep this way, and I must admit to a twinge of jealousy when I go in to check on him at night and see him comfortably sprawled out on his stomach. I didn't know I would miss sleeping that way so much.
In spite of the discomforts of late pregnancy, I must admit that this latest release from the horrible vomiting has done more for my attitude than anything else. I smile a bit more and do not feel as grouchy. I have slightly more energy, though I try to be careful not to overdo it. And though I know the worst is yet to come (especially labor & delivery), I feel like I can see the light at the end of this tunnel, and I am looking forward to seeing my baby in the very near future.