Heinous heat waves: Tips for surviving a summer pregnancy.

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I’m 27 weeks pregnant, in the last week of my second trimester and struggling to survive summer. It’s bad enough my body has increased blood volume and raised metabolism, which in turn increases my body’s temperature by almost one extra degree. Then mix in the heinous heat waves we’ve been having and you have the recipe for one huge-hot-mess of a Mumma-to-be. 

I remember it being “hot” when I was pregnant with my son in the middle of summer six years ago, sure there were a couple of days in the high 30s, but I coped. This time around I’m literally dying! Living in Sydney, Australia means we’re currently experiencing (amongst many other places in Oz) a number of intense heat waves. There have been days that have reached highs of up to 38-42 degree celsius! I mean you’re lucky if the temperature drops below 28 degrees at night – where’s the relief?! 

The heat out there can get too much to bear and I have had days where I’ve felt so hot and light-headed, you could knock me over with a feather. The best advice is to stay indoors. Although, we unfortunately don’t have air-conditioning in our house, but I make sure I’m constantly parked in front of the fan. Not to mention, there are a number of other things I do in order to survive the heat and stay alive. Here are my tips on how to stay cool this sweltering summer.

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Baby brain and loosing the art of articulation

So at 26 weeks I think I have been lucky enough to shutterstock_baby-brain(so far) avoid suffering from the brunt of “Baby brain”. I can on occasion have my moments, but I think I’ve managed to get off relatively scot-free. I remember in my first pregnancy it struck me quite early on in the first trimester. It was bad enough to make me feel as though I was totally loosing my mind, it then got progressively worse as the pregnancy went on. After giving birth it also managed to hang around for quite some time. Although, hubby would probably argue that it never went away. There is actual scientific research out there to show that the pregnancy induced fog of absent-mindedness, is a real “thing” and not a myth as previously thought. The research also reveals that it can hang around for up to two years after giving birth!

Now approaching the end of my second trimester and having avoided any major “Baby brain” blunders. I do however feel as though I’m struggling with being able to articulate myself properly. I seem to be losing the ability to find the right words to use in everyday conversation. It’s not the generalised forgetfulness most pregnant/new Mummas experience, but a more localised one. I could be in the middle of talking to someone and then all of a sudden I’ve lost the right words to say, they just completely *poof* disappear. Sometimes I even find myself making up words in the moment, especially when the word is on the tip of my tongue. For example I could be thinking of two different words that are associated with the correct word I’m wanting to use, but then in the end I end up mashing the two words together and blurt out some strange new made-up word instead. It’s a kind of tongue-tied fluster or speech dyslexia. At least most people find it entertaining and I usually get a laugh or two out of it. 

On a complete side note my belly button has now transformed from an innie to an outie. Obviously my uterus is enlarged to the point of pushing everything out – it looks like someone has stuck a beach ball to my stomach!  Unfortunately, my husband is totally grossed out by my new “outie”. Even when he rubs my belly and accidentally brushes over it, he screws his face up, recoils his hand in disgust and lets out an “Ew”. Well at least I can be thankful that that’s the only thing he seems to be turned off by in my pregnant state. 

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7 baby names that Hubby and I can’t agree on and why.

All parents-to-be go through the sometimes arduous task of trying to decide on a name for their child. You may both have your own ideas of what you feel may be cute, adorable, trendy etc, but then your partner could completely blow it out of the water. Here’s a list of 7 girls names my hubby and I had individually intended to call our baby and the responses on why we couldn’t agree. 

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Mumma guilt: is it really worth the trip?

At 24 weeks pregnant I’m finding myself quite sensitive and easily pissed off, most likely attributed to those prominent pesky pregnancy hormones. I seem to be really over thinking things lately (probably a trait I suffered from before pregnancy, but more so now). I’ve mostly been mulling over my past parenting mistakes and things I could have done differently. Like when my son had just turned two and I closed the car door on his poor little fingers. Or the time I put him in a bath filled with super hot water, because I didn’t check the water temperature first. I felt terrible about it! At the time I imagined other mothers looking down at me thinking “Quick, someone call child services!”. Yeah I made a few boo boos, probably more than I care to mention, but show me a mother who doesn’t.

shutterstock_guilt-ball-and-chain-jpgAt the end of the day The Little Guy came out completely unscathed. However, for some reason, I decided to beat myself up for it. Like somehow was a bad mum for not making more of an effort to prevent those things. At the end of the day I need to put things into perspective and understand that they were mistakes. Mistakes, which in the grand scheme of things, were small. I’ve learnt from them and hopefully won’t be making them again with baby number two. It’s funny though as parents how we can sometimes struggle to let things like that go. *Frozen’s “Let it go” blasts through my head*. 

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Gestational Diabetes Test, aka Glucose Tolerance Test.

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So this test is fun…. not. I hear this makes a few mums-to-be really sick, like vomit sick. Luckily, I’ve done this test twice now (during my last pregnancy) and have never had that experience. 

Prior to arriving for the test you’re asked to fast for at least 8 hours beforehand. Normally the test is done first thing in the morning and they tell you to fast from midnight onwards. You start by having your blood taken, then drinking around 250 mls of a glucose solution, which is sickly-sweet and gross. It reminds me of one of those Zooper Dooper ice block sticks I used to munch on as a kid in summer. As the ice block melted it released a cavity rich, syrup like liquid that you sucked up from the bottom. Sure I enjoyed them in my youth, but as an adult they make me cringe.

You then sit and wait. At the one hour mark they take more blood, and then you sit and wait some more. At the two hour mark they take blood for a third and final time. You’re to do this without food and only a few sips of water. If you’re lucky (like me), during the 3rd blood test they end up have a good ole poke around with the needle. As I was dehydrated they had trouble finding a vein that would draw blood. After some ambitious digging (ow!), it didn’t seem to be happening, so they decided to try the other arm. Whilst switching arms they explained that if they couldn’t get a sample, I’d have to come back and do the test all over again. My immediate thought was “Heeellll no!” – did I mentioned this test is NOT FUN?  Another digging expedition was carried out on my alternate arm (double ow!!), and this time it was (thankfully) successful.  Read More

Second trimester pregnancy symptoms.

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So I’m starting to look more pregnant by the day. At 22 weeks my belly has definitely developed into a prominent baby sized bulge protruding forth and getting in the way of everything. My baby’s kicks and punches are getting progressively stronger by the day. Actually, as I type, she seems to be going a few rounds with the laptop resting on my tummy. The laptop shudders with each bump. Cute! 

Sleeping has started to become really uncomfortable and I can no longer sleep in my favourite position – on my back. I have actually had a few nights where I’ve woken in the middle of the night to find myself on my back and with numb arms – yikes.  I’ve read that sleeping on your back after around 16 weeks is not recommended, due to the weight your growing baby puts on a main vein in your spine that supplies blood to your heart. So now I spend the nights continuously turning from side to side, which prevents me from getting a solid sleep. Not to mention all the freaky-vivid-dreams I seem to be having. Whilst I can’t do much about the crazy-ass dreams, I’m going to get a pregnancy pillow to hopefully make sleeping on my side more comfortable. 

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Caution: Pregnant eating machine ahead!

21 weeks down, feeling loads better and finally back on track. I’ve returned to eating normally and enjoying life again. “Whoop whoop”. However, perhaps in some kind of unconscious effort to make up for lost time, I think I may have jumped back on the food bandwagon a little too overzealous! 

Last week I celebrated my return to health by taking great joy in being able to pleasurably satisfy a guilty food craving. I treated myself to a big gourmet burger and fries loaded with cheese, bacon and gravy. Afterwards I felt thoroughly content and deserving of such a splurge. Seems innocent enough right? Except for a few nights ago whilst out with my girlfriends, we tucked into an immense Italian feast. I stuffed my face with bread, cheese, pizza, pasta, polishing it all off with 2 desserts. By the time I had finished I was so full I could hardly breathe. It was then my girlfriends commented on my new green tinge and asked, “Are you okay?”. Needless to say I had to be rolled out of the restaurant and into a taxi. Feeling completely gross I spent the ride home contemplating ‘to spew, or not to spew?’. By the time I had arrived home, I was in a world hurt. My stomach was so huge and uncomfortable that I felt in danger of it exploding, leaving the baby exposed, unimpressed and looking back up at me in pure disgust. I spent the rest of the night jacked up on antacids, in sleepless agony asking myself “Wwwhhhyyyyy?!?!”. 

"The very hungry pregnant lady. A parody" book cover.
this book is so me right now!

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Eek, I’m having a girl! Here’s why I’m already a concerned mother for my unborn daughter.

So I’m 20 weeks (halfway through my pregnancy) and have discovered that the beautiful little baby growing in my belly, is a girl. However, to be honest, I had always imagined myself having boys, as I felt (perhaps naively) that it would be easier. I know parents-to-be aren’t “supposed” to suffer from gender disappointment, but secretly they do. People say “Why does it matter, as long as it’s healthy?”. Whilst I agree with that statement and at the end of the day no matter what, I will love that baby with my whole heart and soul, some people have their reasons.

My notion of wanting to just raise boys probably stems from the fact that I am one of six girls in my family. Having five sisters I know all too well the social dramas, hormonal changes, conformable pressures, pop culture influences and self-esteem issues a young woman is exposed to and really struggles with. Although I know and understand that boys too can also experience these things. I do feel that in regards to things like the media, which can have a major influence, girls are slightly more targeted and thus can be more exposed to, or pressurised by what certain marketing channels are portraying. In a world that is currently driven by glossy magazines, talentless reality “stars” and social media, I worry how I will help my daughter combat a world whose media is not only constantly promoting superficial beauty, but glorifying the sexual objectification of young women. 

Women are endlessly bombarded by all sorts of beauty products that promise to make them “look better”. Not to mention the constant stream of provocative images that are being flaunted by magazines, celebrities and music videos. These things alone are teaching our girls that there is a social standard of how women should look, and that sexually personifying your body can earn you kudos. I mean, we all know the negative body image ramifications these certain forms of media are perpetuating. How many teenage girls (even tweens) do you see on Instagram or Facebook posting seductive selfies? You see these poor girls that are scantily clad, posing with pouty lips, face slapped up with make-up to look like they’re five years older, just so they can measure how much people “like” them. These days you can even use different types of filters, apps and Photoshop tools to cosmetically tweak your photos, so that you don’t even end up looking like you. And yes, there are grown women out there doing the same, so it begs the question: Why are we so god damn afraid of people seeing who we really are?! In the good ol’ days you took a photo and what you saw was what you got. No smoke and mirrors to hide behind or deceive others. Young women these days are being taught to obsess over their physical image and be less authentic versions of themselves!

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On the mend (thanks mum!).

Picture of card saying "you're never too old to need your mum"After being discharged from hospital for the second time, my sweet mother decided to move in (temporarily) and nurse me back to health. Not only was I so grateful and thankful to have her by my side, Hubby and The Little Guy loved having her around too. She did me wonders. After just 3 days, she managed to add 5 more things to the list of foods I could eat and helped me regain most of my strength back. Not to mention I had not vomited once since she had been here #winning. Aren’t mums awesome! I mean my mum has never failed to be there for me when I’ve needed her most. But there’s something really special about them still being able to take care of you, even when you’re all grown up!

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Emergency hospital trip. Round 2.

After the visit to the gastroenterologist I was left in a state of dismay. I felt that perhaps I should have had my new condition explained to me  a little better. Also I would of really appreciated some advice on what I could do/eat at home so that I wouldn’t exacerbated my Gastritis. Instead, I read up on it myself and the foods that could help heal my inflamed stomach. After researching quite a bit, I decided to “rest” my gut and resided to a diet of home made bone broth and gluten free bread.

I did this for 3 days, until I got to a point where I was so hungry I was close to gnawing my own limbs off! Although the pains had started to subside, the baby inside me was screaming out for more sustenance. So one morning I got real adventurous and decided to try some gluten free cereal. Wrong move! No sooner had I consumed the (small) bowl, than I was throwing up all over the place again. Nooooo! Just when I thought I had jumped an incredibly difficult hurdle. I had taken my anti-nausea medication earlier, but I guessed that came up with breakfast. So to try and get a hold on my vomiting fit, I took it again. Which just made me vomit even more! The Hyperemesis was back with vengeance and it wasn’t even letting me keep sips of water down. Needless to say I spent the morning on the couch with my head buried in a spew bucket.

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