This is my 2nd pregnancy - first was 12 years ago when I was young and sprightly; this time around I'm 38 and it's just not the same.
Please don't get the following lengthy complaint twisted. I am thrilled to be pregnant. When I feel my baby move it makes me happy and my husbands & sons excitement about the pregnancy is lovely .
The problem is that I have been really rubbish since I got pregnant. My friend is two years older than me, 35 weeks pregnant and still working despite spd. She took her kids to Disneyland at 20 weeks - the same stage I am now and all I want to do is sleep.
I thought this was the "honeymoon period" of pregnancy? I was exhausted, very nauseous and with major food aversions for the first 16 weeks. I experienced bleeds, some worryingly heavy, until 13 weeks, then at my 16 week checkup I discovered I'm Rhesus Neg - the antenatal unit had a bit of a panic and quickly injected me with anti-D. I wasn't able to start enjoying pregnancy and bonding with my baby until maybe 17 weeks - the bleeds had stopped, I'd got over the chaos of the 16 week antenatal appointment (it was just horrible), been reassured by a home visit from my lovely midwife with her doppler, I no longer felt sick and actually had my energy back!
I was so relieved when I started feeling better - finally I could start contributing around the house, I started looking for freelance contracts (which I'd been unable to do up to that point, to the detriment of the family income). My husband had been doing everything - working extra hours trying to make up for the money I wasn't making, taking the lead parenting role with our son, keeping on top of the housework and making sure I was ok. He never complained, always reassured and yet I felt constantly guilty ... I say "felt", as if it's just past tense, except I feel the same again now because I'm back to being equally useless.
Just these last few days I've started to feel nauseous again, I'm mentally and physically exhausted, I constantly feel boiling - even when the hot weather has relented, it feels like my head is stuck in a sauna and the only way I can stop from feeling claustrophobic is to stick my head right up in front of a fan. My husband is running around doing everything again, my son is bored which is bringing on challenging behaviour and I don't have the energy to deal with it in any constructive or nurturing way.
I'm sorry about the long message I just really needed to rant and see if anyone can relate. This shitty feeling is overwhelming like the hot weather - I just can't get away from it. What if I'm this crap when baby arrives?!