If you have been reading this blog for awhile you may remember that about 4 weeks ago I talked a bit about fetal viability and how the 23 week mark with its 10-35% chance of survival didn’t exactly warm the cockles of my heart. I was hanging for the 27 week mark as 27 weeks means a whopping 90% of babies will survive if born. I love that stat.
The vast majority. Vast majority!
It makes me so happy and fills me with so much hope for the future that we are now at this stage and every day the odds get better and better.
My dream feels like it is within my grasp. I am reaching for it and touching it with the tips of my fingers. I almost have a grip on it. We are so so so so so so close.
(Of course I now worry that by saying that I’m temping fate. Sheesh. My brain is saying: How long since I felt the baby move today? )
SHE JUST KICKED! Little beauty listening to mummy’s anxiety.
I was thinking about this obsession with fetal viability this morning and pondering on how much thought people ever really give it when they haven’t struggled be pregnant in the first place. I know some people say they even forgot they were pregnant the second time around but that has never happened to me. I am hyper aware of it.
I know I was still nervous with Monkey but in a less obsessive way (ie I didn’t know the stats). It feels so morbid to be so focused on whether or not my baby will survive to birth but it really is a sign of the wounds that we carry that refuse to heal without a jagged piece of scar tissue when we battle in some way for our family.
There is a lot going on here at the moment but nothing particularly exciting. I’m feeling good, it appears I do not have gestational diabetes (yay!), I’m booked in to get the whooping cough booster next week, this week I see the OB for a routine check up, I also see the psychologist to start dealing with any possible birth anxiety and my lingering mother of daughter issues. Oh and we saw the doula again last week which was super fun. I was ready for more birth prep and poof, she appeared! I also had one of my pregnancy massages (included in my doula package) which was bliss. My body was really read for that treat.
Our renovation is finished so we now have our spare room back but the rest of my house is covered with the shit that was stored in it that is yet to make it to the new room. We are making progress but it is slow. I can only manage so much physical exertion before I am simply knackered and cannot do anymore. I mean, I don’t do any heavy lifting but even just moving about for hours at a time is tiring.
I’ve been taking a few bump shots for you over the last few days. The one at the beginning in the floral dress is actually two weeks old. Nice comparison for size to the one next to it. Enjoy!
Oh oh oh – 1 more week until the THIRD TRIMESTER! Crazy talk.