Dear Julien … Letters to my second son.

Saturday, 23rd April, 2005


Filed under: 24 Weeks,General — Beth @ 16:05

The Braxton-Hicks have been a lot worse with this pregnancy than with the last. They started sooner, they started stronger and they don’t only show up when I exert myself, they show up at random.

This week has been a doozy where the B-Hs are concerned. Yesterday I moved from the cube I’ve lived in at work for about a year, back to where I started, ironically enough, though one cube over. I moved files, though not any heavy boxes and it sent my abdomen into a tizzy. The B-H just wouldn’t stop and my abdomen stayed tight throughout the afternoon even after I got home.

Some pelvic rocking helped to ease them off finally, along with far more water than anyone should drink in a half hour.

Same story today – I keep getting B-H when sitting down and lying down doesn’t always resolve them alone, have to drink and drink and drink and rock. I took Vic out for a walk/bike ride earlier and he was being very cranky about keeping his bike helmet on. I wouldn’t let him ride without it because he’s careened into walls around the complex before and he kept saying it hurt his ears.

So eventually, I said that’s it no more bike, and asked if he wanted to ride on my back instead. Amusingly enough he was very eager to get up there in the baby carrier and we walked around to 7-11 (leaving his bike at the back of our parking space) and picked up some treats and then he wanted to keep walking. I didn’t want to leave his bike out in the garage for that long, so I walked back, despite his screaming to bring his bike upstairs. He didn’t stop screaming until he realized we were going back out again to walk.

After that though, he wouldn’t let me stop at all. I sat down on a bench briefly to catch my breath and “No, no, no sit!” came from behind me, so I didn’t stay long before moving on. After about a half hour, Mr. Persnickety fell asleep and I walked home, slung him off my back onto the couch and promptly collapsed into a chair to drink and drink and drink and put my feet up. The B-H I got from all that walking slowly unraveled.

In the back of my mind, there’s a whisper that says: expect this labor to be fast again. I keep trying to remind myself that every labor is different, every labor is unique. And yet, my body seems so very eager to get ready, just like last time, only even moreso.

In the meantime, Pip continues his/her regularity, with continuing increased strength in kicking. I swear there’s been another growth spurt, even though I’ve actually lost weight (not eating right, right now). I can really feel feet up under my ribs now, happy testament to baby growing well despite my issues with food (minor aversions) and fatigue that prevent me from cooking the way I ought to. I re-read an entry from my pregnancy journal with Vic in which I’d posted a sample diet for a day. I’m trying to re-commit to that style of eating and have had Sabs get some things at the grocery today that will help facilitate that.

Spinach and eggs, here we come.

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