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The gynae is very happy with me and ‘babaliefie’ #2 – we saw the doc today at 14 weeks (what?? 14w already??).

Baby weighs almost 100g and is well on track.

I’m so, so grateful. So grateful that all is well with my precious LO #2 and with my beloved LO #1, that I get to look forward to the birth of this small little miracle, that my DH is such a wonderful hubby and daddy and frankly, I’m grateful to think I will most likely never need to survive the stress of another 1st trimester again.

I arrived for my appointment a little early and the gynae could see me early too, so it was a lovely, long scan. Baby was kicking his feet and showing that ?he’s doing well, but also seemed to try and show his tired mommy that he has a relaxed, laid-back attitude. (Unlike his sister who could never stop somersaulting and showing off during any of her scans! We could never even get a proper peek at her gender till the 20-week scan. And she still very seldom stays asleep for more than 4 or 5 hours at a stretch.)

The gynae had fun playing with his new 4D scan equipment, so it was awesome.

I always feel a bit as if I’m secretly spying on one of the greatest miracles in life during a scan, almost like I’m entering a sacred sanctuary where human eyes weren’t meant to pry. We’re so fortunate to be able to have such experiences.

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Last Friday’s fetal assessment went so well!

‘Babaliefie #2’ has a nuchal fold only 1.54 mm, very obvious nose bone (looks like a little Jew, actually!) and a risk of 1/3000 for Down’s (out of 85% of my maternal age risk of 1/200). So I’m thinking of not going for an amnio despite my age. I hate to consider that 1/400 risk of miscarriage that an amnio has – although I’m almost tempted to go just to see such a big a$$ needle!

Baby was a perfect size for 12 weeks 3 days. Heart rate 143 bpm.

The specialist scared me a little by saying the risk for spina bifida is much increased for baby, as I have spina bifida occulta (like my brother and dad too) – a practically symptomless version of the condition that only shows up as a vertebrae or two missing the spina part. But by the time she said it, I was already way too chuffed to really worry. Baby was busy drinking some amnio fluid and kicking its feet. Who could be worried there would be something seriously wrong while you’re looking at that?

I suppose it’s true what they say about second pregnancies (following a previous pregnancy that had a happy ending): you worry a lot less. True, you don’t have as much time to sit around worrying about your pregnancy while you’ve got your hands full looking after a little baby/toddler. Also, you’ve seen everything working out fine before – which is such a priviledge.

Lastly, baby seemed to try and flash those privates for us. It’s early days of course, but I’m going to have to start dreaming in baby blue!


Warning: Ladies who have not (yet?!) been blessed with a pregnancy might find this post offensive, but it is really not my intention to sound ungrateful at all. I promise. It’s just that I’m not made of plastic and it would feel like a lie not to post this for the sake of, I don’t know, niceness?


A guy once took me on a romantic flight in a microlight airplane round the magnificent Cape Peninsula. It was early one beautiful, perfect, sunny Sunday morning.

I skipped breakfast as I optimistically thought motion sickness wouldn’t be such a problem if I didn’t provide my stomach with any ‘ammunition’.. Wrong! I spent most of that flight trying to empty my stomach as discreetly as possible into a sick bag. (Never saw the guy again..)

At the risk of sounding ungrateful, I find that to be the story of first trimesters. You start out on this wonderful high and then things really go downhill from there.

This time I’m actually not as nauseous as last time (when I was wondering 24/7 whether I’m still OK or whether to start running to the loo that very minute). This time round, I am however so tired that I wish I could just stay in bed all day. I am taking Asic (anti-nausea meds) religiously, but that’s probably contributing to my fatigue.

This morning, I dropped LG off at daycare and then decided to rather work from home. I somehow ended up on the bed and only woke up again THREE AND A HALF HOURS later – so lunch time really. (Possibly low on iron, as I was shivering underneath a thick winter blanket?) What a way to start a week. Now I’ll have to put in leave for today, I guess. I also put in leave for all of last week, so I’ll be running out of leave (and excuses!) soon!

To top it, I had the creepiest dream. I kept dreaming I was awake, but had locked-in syndrome or something. My mind kept trying to wake up my useless body and open my eyes, but just couldn’t. I only know it was a dream, since in the dream I was asleep on a train (really bizarre, hey Freud?).

Despite this ungracious rant, I have not had any bleeding or severe cramps (again unlike last time) and have so much to be grateful for. Most importantly, sucking at first trimesters is such a small inconvenience, compared to sucking at conceiving – I’ll always be painfully aware of that.

FAS (12-week one) is on Friday. Please, please could all be OK – and roll on second trimester!

Here is a list of thoughts that swirl around in the head of a primary IF after a spontaneous positive HPT test when she had already been blessed with a one perfect little baby:

  • This is too good to be true.
  • I’d better not get excited yet.
  • Life is terribly unfair. How could it be my turn again?
  • This could not be happening.
  • Could I ever love another baby with the incredible intensity that I love my first miracle with?
  • My first baby is my little miracle. I’m not prepared for her to have to share that podium with another baby yet.
  • I should not get too excited.
  • How could I not get too excited?!
  • It’s not my turn.
  • Oh no, how could anyone survive morning sicknes and pregnancy while you’re the mom of a baby?
  • I am so incredibly blessed.

This is way too good to be true.

All going well here, ladies. Gynae is happy with our ‘babaliefie, who now weighs in at just under 2.6 kgs – and with me.

Not so much longer before we get to meet and hold her! OK, hopefully she stays put for the full month that’s left though.. “It’s way too cold to come out now, little one..”

Finishing off everything at work is a bit hectic, but only 3 weeks (- today) of that left before I have 4 months of maternity leave. How cool is that?

At yesterday’s scan, our ‘Babaliefie’ weighed 1.47 kg. She is growing beautifully along the 50th percentile line, except for her tummy which is on the 90th percentile.

Sounds as if she’s looking a bit like mommy then! My bump has by now totally popped out and I’d be a prime suspect if anyone asked “Who ate the soccer ball?”

As for my birth plan, having perused everything I could find on birth outcomes, I told the gynae that vaginal birth sounds like a good option to me only if it doesn’t involve forceps, hoovers or an emergency c-sec.

The risks associated with an elective c-sec is much more acceptable to me than the risks (to both baby and me) associated with these less than ideal ‘natural birth’ outcomes – even if c-sec recovery would be a lot less convenient for me. All things considered and looking at my risks for having a not so uncomplicated vaginal birth, we’re therefore thinking along the lines of an elective c-sec after 39 weeks at the moment.

I’m also doing very well, although I’m (I guess understandably) a lot more tired lately. I’m constantly at war with heartburn, reflux and nausea, although I still feel much better than in the horrible 1st trimester. With my favourite pregnancy reflux drug, Cimetidine, out of stock in the Western Cape (DH says it’s cause I bought it all), I switched to Ranitidine which seems to be less effective for me.

Highlight at the moment: When I snuggle close to DH at night and hold him tight (“lepel-lê”), our LG loves kicking her daddy in the back/buttocks. It’s the first game that LG plays with her daddy and DH so loves this.

Friday I stressed to the gynae that the heartburn and reflux weren’t funny any more!

Sheesh, I was becoming scared to eat, though I’d have reflux even on an empty stomach in any case. I was starting to think it’s only a matter of time before this pregnant dragon spits out a fireball that sets the whole bed/house/office building on fire..

So the doc grabbed his prescription pad and wrote a prescription for Cimetidine.. Ah, bliss!

It’s not as effective as the Losec I take when I’m not pregnant, but still much, much better than using only (litres and litres of) Gaviscon. It’s such a relief to no longer worry that my stomach is going to burn a hole right through me.

And DH instantly pointed out that this is going to work out much cheaper than my current Gaviscon regime..

Saw my new gynae on Friday for the 16w scan. Our cute little ?girl was as always playful, showing off and even somersaulting. I could almost hear her saying “Dream a little dream of me, mommy!”

She measured slightly small for 16w, but still on track. The placenta is apparently in front, so I can’t feel LO moving yet.

The relentless m/s has loosened its grip slightly and I’m starting to believe that I’m going to be rid of it again one day. (Hopefully before my boss starts thinking of firing me.) My dad said that my mom was terribly sick for ‘very long’ when she expected me. So guess I had it coming, hey?

Fortunately my DH has been incredibly supportive and loving and automatically took over most household tasks. I’ve been a bit quiet on the forum, since I’ve been spending lots of quality time lying in front of my fan and hoping to feel better. (New gynae said to try Gaviscon. Alas, I found it to be no miracle cure for m/s..).

I still wear my ‘normal’ clothes, but just bought the coolest pair of below knee-length, maternity jeans. Can’t wait to start wearing it!

What I’d like to know is this: Forty years have passed since mankind’s first steps on the moon. We have cellphones, smartphones, iPods, iPads and wheels on our luggage. There are skyscrapers with hundreds of floors and the Arabs have ski resorts in the desert.

Yet there’s still no cure for morning sickness?! You’ve got to be kidding! Speaking of which, Vomifene is a bad joke – it knocks me out for an hour or two, but then I wake up nauseous again. So it doesn’t even help me to get some proper sleep.

It is too much to ask for some safe miracle drug? Wthout any side-effects. Thoroughly tested and guaranteed to not have any effects on my kiddie. Hmm, or his/her children.. or his/her children’s children?

Why is still called morning sickness anyway? We might as well still refer to the Titanic as ‘unsinkable’. I certainly find it unbearable 24/7, although it is admittedly even worse every morning.

Yep, at 14 weeks I’m still not getting a break. After this morning’s puking session I had enough. I called work and told them I’m taking annual leave this whole week and that’s it. I’ve taken five or six days of sick leave up to now, scattered over the past few weeks, but how lame is to call in sick at 10:30 with morning sickness?? (It begs the question, why not drag your ass over here for the afternoon shift, at least?)

Workwise, it doesn’t seem better to take anti-nausea meds that basically shuts down most brain centers (apart from the nausea centre), yet activates the sleep centre..

Thank goodness for rice, bananas and Hillcrest’s frozen raspberries. Without these wonder foods, I don’t know how I’d have survived. Ginger, mint, toast.. ugh – by now I feel like puking just thinking of those..

Sorry for this ungracious vent. 😦 I’m sure the end is in sight, right?

I always envied pregnant women their nausea, since I thought it would be so wonderful to be and feel pregnant. I really don’t want to sound ungrateful! But by now I would actually not mind feeling a bit human again.

Is the 13 week scan awesome or what!? Our ‘babaliefie’ was dancing around looking way cute.

It looks like a girl, but it’s too early to be sure. It would be the first granddaughter for both grannies (only grandsons so far), so the possibility will certainly generate excitement..

The Down’s risk calculated to only 1/3000 (out of 85% of 1/200 for my age – if I understand all correctly). So I think I’ll skip the amnio despite being over 35. I wouldn’t choose to terminate in any case. Hope that sounds levelheaded.

Must say, I had a rough week and I feel beaten by the m/s. I e-mailed my FS just now to ask about Vomiphene. I think I’ve lost about 2 kilo’s recently, barely did any work this week and lately had way too many intimate moments with the porcelain in the bathroom. It’s weeks since I’ve had more than 5 hours of sleep at night – terribly nauseous at night too. And I expected things to get better this week!

I’ve decided to stay on ADs for the recommended 6 month period (till end Feb), which makes me reluctant to take more meds and possibly becoming a study in multiple drug interactions.. although I know it should be safe. Sigh.

My rickety, loose hips are holding out OK at the moment, which is a huge relief. Pilates classes are doing wonders! I also bought an SI support belt which is great for when I need to walk ‘a lot’, e.g. go shopping.

Most important thing is that baby is happy and healthy! We’re so grateful.

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