I let the secret out on Instagram and Facebook a couple of days ago that I am expecting! Our new little family member is due February and so I’m just about to finally flee the first trimester.
I say flee because the first trimester is of course never fun – but in truth the past three months were no where near is bad (like not even anywhere close) as it was last time around. When I was pregnant with Sophia I spent those terrible weeks pretty much exclusively indoors and horizontal force feeding myself bananas, raisins and risengrød.
So this time I braced myself for the week 6 trauma, cleaning the toilet every day just in case, but all that came was mild nausea, loss of appetite and real fatigue. I’ve been able to keep on with my life and thankfully to go on our (more…)
Hi! How are you holding up? I’d bet your feet hurt, you feel heavy and that all you can think about is how much easier life will be if you can just survive labor.
Well… Yes and no…
First of all, you WILL survive labor. Yes, it will be hard and definitely the most physically painfully traumatic experience of your life, but seriously, trust me, you will survive it. You will be completely amazed at what your body can actually do, and though it’ll hurt like heck, you will never again feel as cool.
Oh and just wait for that first meal after it’s over. Seriously, best meal of your life!
You may be constantly on your toes wondering if it’s time every time a small contraction comes, maybe even worrying what will happen if you don’t notice labor starting and you don’t make it to the hospital (who am I kidding, I know you are worrying exactly that!) but don’t worry, you will notice. And seriously just trust your body. It knows what it’s doing. Even if you may not.
As for all the baby stuff. Don’t worry about that either. By then you will know exactly what to do, even if your body won’t.
Something you do want to be thinking about is breast feeding – I know you want you. And you need to keep reminding yourself of that, because it’s not as easy as it looks in the beginning. You really need to make that decision now and stick to it!
Also, I suggest you hurry on down to the store and buy a big package of the thickest pads you can find (or send your husband- I know how he loves buying stuff like that!). You’ll need them. Big time.
Also please don’t expect to feel amazing all at once after the baby is out and you aren’t pregnant anymore. Give that a couple of weeks. In fact, just expect the first two weeks to be pretty crappy – except for having the baby, really try to enjoy all the cuteness and try to forget about everything else if you can.
And… Don’t listen to all your single friends and your newlywed friends who say it’ll be hard and that you’ll probably miss just being the two of you. You will definitely have those moments once every rare while, but all in all you will love that baby so much that to some extent you will forget that there was ever a time where she (or he) wasn’t there. You won’t sigh and look forward to the day when your last kid moves out and you can go back to being alone. You will on the other hand look forward to every single milestone your baby will go through. You will actually Google every single week what new things your baby is learning every time she (or he) turns another week or month.
So just relax… Go on a date, and buy an extra ice cream while looking fat is still okay. Life will go on after the day you give birth, and it will be a rich and exciting whole new world.
Mom dropped off Marcus and I in front of the hospital and went to go find parking. She caught up with us even before we reached the elevator because I had to stop for every 10 steps to endure another minute of fiery agony. We got upstairs and soon I was back on the table, and the midwife told me with a smile that I was fully dilated and ready to push whenever my water broke.
Now… thinking back I dread the thought of what would’ve happened if we had stayed home like they told us to – my mom’s face would surely have been the first thing my baby saw and some midwife would’ve had her front teeth knocked out later that day – but at the time I just remember incredible relief. It was almost over!
After the good experience from the tub I managed to ask to give birth in water and we were escorted to a delivery room with a huge deep tub. The room was so hot. I spent the time waiting for the tub to fill at the window under which the radiator was on full steam. Ponytail please! Not soon enough I was climbing into the tub, which was filled with surprisingly warm water. Again, amazing relief washed over my body when I sunk under the surface. I remember heaving a huge “aaaaaah” and the midwife laughing. I found a comfortable position hanging over the edge of the tub and managed to ask if I was allowed to push. I was told I could give a small push at the top of each contraction if I wanted. We just needed the water to break before really getting to work. … which happened on my very first push just after with a surprisingly loud ‘pop’. I looked up at the midwife eagerly, but my immediate happiness was quickly swept away when the midwife asked me to get out of the tub. She thought the amniotic fluid looked a bit green, in which case she needed me on the table. I stared at her in disbelief. We were ready, I was comfortable and we were good to go! Was she kidding?
When I didn’t move, she urged me again and instructed Marcus and Mom to help me out. I waited out another contraction, gathered my strength and slowly got out of the tub. My goodness, that bed was tall and I have no idea where I summoned the abs to heave my legs up.
Five minutes later I was just about comfortable and okay dealing with the contractions on dry land. Then she told me I could get back in the tub. Gosh.
It was absolutely worth it though. The water was as amazing as ever.
By now I was pushing as hard as I could. And more than just once per contraction. In the craziness of all the pain I figured maybe I could impress everyone by pushing her out faster than anyone expected. I’d been told that the pushing part can be as fast as 20 minutes and I was deeply disappointed that I didn’t feel like we were getting anywhere.
Then if you’ll believe it, the midwife asked me to get back out of the tub. Only this time she didn’t ask. She ordered. And she made it clear that I had no time at all to hesitate. Apparently the baby’s heart rate had dropped to half. She was in distress.
How on Earth I got out of the tub and made it over onto the bed, I have no idea. The moment I was out of the water I could feel her, her head between my legs. I trust I don’t need to emphasize how freaky that feels.
But then the midwife told me the most amazing thing. “Just one more good push and you have your baby”. I was a little too under to notice her own stress but Marcus told be afterwards how the mood changed. The baby needed to come out immediately. The midwife called a nurse and asked Marcus and Mom to hold up my legs and me to push harder than I thought I could. The pain was so intense that I couldn’t really tell any longer when I was having a contraction, so I just chose a random moment and told the midwife it was time. And I pushed. And pushed. And then the contraction was over. And still no baby. I guessed what the midwife must have been thinking and decided to just keep pushing. The most amazing push. And as if my body had been severely gassy for 9 months, it deflated in an instant and the baby fell into the midwife’s hands.
Immediate relief washed over me. The tight belly relaxed and all traces of the contractions I’d been enduring for 11 hours immediately disappeared.
Mom and Marcus however experienced a few stressful seconds. Baby was all limp as if dead. The midwife shook her and blew in her face. After just a few seconds she coughed and gave an uneasy cry.
It wasn’t for another few hours that I realized I’d done it all natural. I’m not gonna lie. I felt pretty darn cool.
Then she was on my chest in a blanket and hat. And everyone was smiling and taking pictures.
It was over. There she was. Little Baby Girl. 3:40pm and 52cm and 3680g. Beautiful and healthy. Now we were parents for real, I thought. Yes, I thought! I felt conscious again. So conscious and tired that I couldn’t think of crying. So I just watched Mom and Marcus doing it.
It was really that simple. We were a family. Just like that.
It happened. The story I’ve been waiting to tell for so long can finally be told! And it’s a good one, so put up your feet.
A week ago exactly I had the hardest and most amazing day of my life so far. It all started at about 4.30 in the morning. I woke up and noticed I was having contractions. This wasn’t a biggie since I’d been having contractions just about every day for months, but the new thing was that I realized my contractions were what had woken me up. That hadn’t happened before. I pulled up our iPad and opened our contraction monitor app and started timing them. After an hour it was clear that there was about 6 minutes between them. I sent my mom a quick text “it’s time.” and woke up Marcus. Next, I called the hospital and was told to wait it out another few hours and even try to go back to sleep. I asked when I should call them up again and she just told me “When you need to”. Wondering when that would be, I jumped in the shower, knowing there was no way in heck I’d be able to fall back asleep. Marcus showered too and we had breakfast and watched a LOT (it felt like) of Modern Family on Netflix.
Being mainly focused on my contractions the next couple of hours went by really fast. The contractions were getting a lot tougher but still seemed to be 6 minutes apart. Really? As it was getting a little too painful to lie down I got up and started pacing. Immediately I noticed a difference in my contractions. The gaps between became clearer and the app now showed just 2-3 minutes apart. I finally called mom and asked her to come … now. Then I called the hospital and said we were coming… now.
Mom showed up around 10am with the biggest smile on her face. Neither she nor Marcus made any obvious attempt to be sympathetically serious but instead danced around me joking and taking pictures. I found it pretty darn annoying at the time but I’ll admit it’s a little fun to have the pictures now.
Half an hour and a hard car ride later we were let into a room to have me checked up by a midwife. I’ll leave out the details and instead disclose how sickeningly inappropriate I found it that there were large posters of crowning babies on all the walls.
Anywho, soon we were leaving the room again having been informed that I was about 2-3 cm dilated and that they would like for me to go back home and come back later. Say what?? I made it clear to my mom that I was by no means walking up the stairs to our 5th floor apartment again. I had no interest whatsoever in getting back in the car either, so for half an hour I insisted we just wait it out in the lobby of the hospital. Being slightly under the influence of strong pain in my pelvis I suddenly changed my mind and we decided to go to my parents’ house instead.
Yikes, that car ride was not fun. Over the next two hours I endured the contractions standing, sitting, lying down, lying on my mom’s yoga ball… At around noon mom called the hospital back and was again informed to wait a little longer. Frustrated, we decided to try something else and mom went to fill the jacuzzi tub.
I hear that all women react differently to stuff like this, but seriously, I’d recommend waiting out your contractions in a tub to anyone! It was absolutely amazing! As soon as I was in the water I felt like there were actual gaps between my contractions again and I could even sit up and talk to mom and Marcus – completely out of the question before. Another upside of the tub was that it seemed to speed up the process remarkably. I hadn’t been in there for long before the contractions just became unbearable. I couldn’t sit still or be somewhat politely quiet. But due to our last many hospital calls I expected it was going to get much much worse, since they obviously didn’t think I was very far along. So I sat tight – literally – and tried not to complain much … until all of a sudden I felt like I needed to push.
Since I’d never been pregnant or in labor before I wasn’t 100 % sure that this was what it felt like when you needed to push, so I left the door open to it probably just being me overthinking it. Nevertheless, I told mom who jumped up and called the hospital again. A few minutes later she returned with a look of frustration worthy only of the contractions I was experiencing. She said that once again the hospital had asked us to stay home. I had another powerful contraction, by now I was clenching by butt to make sure I wasn’t pushing. When it was over I looked my mom in the eye and told her that we needed to go right now.
As soon as I got out of the tub and the anesthesia of the water was gone I really felt it. My body was trying to push out the baby right here on the bathroom floor. The thought actually occurred to me that maybe I could ask my mom to just deliver the baby here.
Quick as a flash, we were back in the car with me in the front seat on my knees hugging the back of the seat. I remember that car ride as if in slow motion. Every contraction totally removed me from this world and the urge to bear down was stronger than any temptation I’ve ever felt in my life.
Mom dropped off Marcus and I in front of the hospital and went to go find parking. She caught up with us even before we reached the elevator because I had to stop for every 10 steps to endure another minute of fiery agony. We got upstairs and soon I was back on the table…
We’re here! The week we’ve all been waiting for! Everything’s ready and everyone’s waiting.
But still no baby.
Rude? I think so. She’s gonna be a little drama queen that waits for all the guests to arrive before making her grand entrance.
Just please don’t wait too long, Baby!
I can’t really think of much we’ve done this week. It seems like it’s all been sitting on the couch staring at the clock. Pulling out an occasional school assignment to pass time. We’ve actually almost finished reading a book together. It’s called Heaven is for Real – you may have seen the movie. Good read! It’s about a little boy’s near death experience and his trip to heaven. Also, our apartment is tidier than it’s ever been. And hey, I finished my changing table project. If Baby takes much longer to come out I might start a project making some canvas pictures from our wedding photos. Tonight we’re gonna get our weekly shopping trip done in all hopes that we’ll have our hands full on Monday.
There aren’t really any symptoms to report this week. Other than the fact that Baby is definitely still growing. I pretty much can’t breathe when I lie on my back and often I need to change positions because Baby is pushing against my hips and ribs at the same time. I’ve pretty much lost feeling in the skin stretched tightly across my abdomen. And my feet are constantly sore – especially when I get out of bed in the morning and put my full 75+ kg on them they scream.
On the happy side I feel more energized than ever and I haven’t needed a nap the last many days. If it wasn’t so hard to move around I probably would be on my feet all day. I wonder if that’s a sign it’s soon… or the opposite.
Okay… next week folks.. there’ll be a baby picture on here!
Baby is still not here, so project changing table is finished! And here is the grand result.
I can’t take too much credit for the design, as the only thing I’ve actually put together myself was the banner. It’s partially made from the same cloth as what my mom used to make the cover for the baby duvet in the crib. So I simply cut out triangles and sewed them onto a ribbon. Voilá! The actual changing pad is the cheapest I could find at IKEA. It actually has inflatable sides, but I thought it made it look too huge, so I folded under and taped them. I’ll need to unfold it again though when baby gets bigger. Instead of getting a cover I dug out a pretty cloth diaper I got for a baby shower gift and put over top. The basket is another baby shower souvenir that I just filled with diapers, wipes and salve. I want to get a pretty purple or green bowl to fill up with water for the wipes as well.
Folks. We’re down to the wire. Anytime now I’m gonna be Instagramming a cute little baby face. And no, there’s no way you’re anywhere as excited as I am. Every time I have the smallest contraction I wonder if it’s time to time it and hoping against hope that another will follow within the next half hour.
A few days ago I had a real false alarm. We were out walking and apparently my body felt like it needed to tell me immediately that I needed to quit it. It felt like my uterus was going into pretty bad cramps and we had to call my mom to come take us home. Nevertheless, no baby yet.
In the meantime we have had more time to prep for Baby’s arrival. I have now finished packing a perfect hospital bag complete with a brand new fresh pair of PJ bottoms for Mommy – figured I may as well start a tradition while we’re at it, and what in the world is better than new clean PJs?
My next waiting-for-baby-project will be to turn a desk into a changing station. Initially we had decided, in our determination to not spend a lot of money, not to get a changing table and just be monkeys and do her changing on the floor, but the last few weeks have proved that we never use that desk anyway, and I need a baby related project. I’m excited to see what I’ll manage to pull off.
This week has also been my first back to school. Don’t ask how we plan to juggle that with a baby – we’re still optimistically working on it. I’m really really happy to be back though. Not that I regret our last year, but it’s just fantastic to be back working on my education.
Dare I hope that that was the last weekly update??
Well… This pregnancy is almost over, so I feel it is about time to do some summarizing. Maybe if I pretend it’s over, Baby will make her exit a little sooner.
So I thought I’d share my top five favorite products that have either been indispensable must-haves or simply extremely smart and neat to have for these last nine months. Five products that I’ll definitely be digging out again as soon as the test comes back positive next time.
As you may recall, a few months ago when we were still in Salt Lake, my mom ordered a box full of shoes to our apartment, of which I fell in love with one particular pair that I sniffed and sniffed for a month. Anyway, I can’t say I’ve ever been a huge fan of Crocs – or more specifically, the way they look – but honestly, I don’t know what I would’ve done without a pair of Crocs this summer. I got to borrow a pair that were actually for my little sister. The model looks more like a sandal and has been great in the warm weather. One of the things that surprised me the most about being pregnant was how heavy you get in such a short time that your legs, hips and especially feet are totally left to give up. These shoes have saved my third trimester – there’s nothing to talk about. I wear them everywhere and I swear they add another good hour or two where any sandal or flip-flop I’ve owned wouldn’t stand a chance.
I’m blessed to be married to a newly converted green smoothie believer. He managed to get us both really excited about it and we actually got into some pretty good routines last winter. But in all honesty, once morning sickness came around, I was anything but the enthusiastic supportive wife I had been. I remember one morning in particular. Marcus had early classes and he made me a green smoothie just before leaving. I, lying in bed as close to the bathroom door as possible, took one sip of the green drink. Not 30 seconds later was I crouching over the toilet. Experiences like these leave a mark and it took me a while to work up the courage to try one again. I can’t say for sure what difference it would’ve made if I hadn’t had them, but the reason that I recommend green smoothies is that they are fast and easy nutrition. Especially in the first half of your pregnancy where you may be feeling the most under the weather, it is great to be able to just down a smoothie in the morning, knowing that you’ve got the greens and essential nutrition you need for that day.
For recipes for green smoothies we highly recommend Simple Green Smoothies, who have as many different recipes as you could ever dream of!
3. Maxi dress
I, like I’m sure many others, didn’t want to go spend a ton of money on maternity clothes that I probably wouldn’t be able to wear anymore as soon as the belly had popped. So I made it my mission to go searching for normal clothes that could also be worn around the bump. This proved quite difficult as my third trimester has been during the entire summer and it’s a little harder to squeeze into a normal t-shirt than into a normal sweater. But I had a few strokes of luck. One of them is this blue t-shirt maxi dress from H&M’s basics collection ( thank you Sweden for blessing the rest of the world with H&M! ). I’ll take a wild guess that it isn’t very expensive normally, but I bought it on sale for just 75 DKK (about 13 USD) and it has become my favorite pregnancy outfit. Having been very pregnant over the summer I needed clothes that allowed a breeze and that didn’t sit too tight. I got this dress my normal size and though it’s tight around the belly, which I think has a nice slimming effect, it’s still as comfortable as I could’ve expected. The slits in the sides allow for the legs to get some air too, and an additional plus is that it shows off just enough of your legs and cuts out just enough to hide the fact that they’re swollen. I would recommend wearing it with a long cardigan though for even more of a slimming effect and to hide your butt if you – like me – are not comfortable with that tight of a stretch over your bum.
If I’m ever pregnant over the summer again I’ll probably just get five of these in different colors.
I wasn’t the most fit toned person before I got pregnant and I wasn’t naive enough to think I could transform myself during pregnancy. So when I decided to do Tracy Anderson’s: the Pregnancy Project it was mainly to keep in tact what muscle I had and to make it slightly easier for me to start working out seriously once the baby is out. So naturally, I didn’t expect to see any results. However, I did! I was probably the most diligent with my workouts during the end of my first trimester and into my second. The results I saw were mainly that my butt was higher and my thighs slimmer. Also, it made me feel a lot better and stronger, especially after two months of lying in bed feeling weaker than weak. I needed that. As I got into my third trimester however, water and swelling caught up with me, and well, not much you can do about that.
After having such a good experience I’m now trying to put together a workout plan for me to lose the preggo fat and for the first time in my life get into good shape, and I for sure want that plan to involve Tracy’s post-pregnancy program.
Oh leggings. Leggings in general are for sure a must-have on my list of pregnancy products. But I am happy to announce that I will be hosting a giveaway for Preggers by Therafirm gradient compression legwear. I’ve been wearing their compression leggings designed to reduce swelling and increase circulation over the last month. They’re awesome! It’s that simple. The only downside I can think of is that they don’t agree well with hot summer weather. But other than that, being very pregnant with legs getting bigger every day because it slowly gets too hard to move around enough to keep the swelling at bay, they’re pretty invaluable. Oh, and they work!
What a great week! As horrible and as hard as last week was this week was a stroll in the park compared.
So I was sent to the hospital to do a blood test for my itchiness. At the time I was still experiencing sleepless nights due to my vigorous scratching and general going-insane’ness. But it seems that as soon as the doctors had gotten what they needed, my body seemed to decide it was all a great joke and went back to being normal. Since that day I’ve actually slept peacefully all night (except for frequent bathroom breaks of course) and I’ve stopped using the two liters of lotion every day. I feel amazing! I expect post-pregnancy is gonna feel somewhat like this to some degree – being a little more comfortable in your own body again.
Now I’m only hoping this isn’t a silence before the storm or if this is my body laying off because I’m gonna go two weeks overdue or something.
At the hospital they also monitored Baby’s heartbeat and movements and my contractions for half an hour. Afterwards they did a quick ultrasound to measure her size, and everything seemed picture perfect! – still can’t get enough of doctors telling me that!
Poor Marcus was all excited about seeing her on the ultrasound, since he wasn’t there for the last one. But since Baby is so big and lying so scrunched up now, to us it seemed as if we may as well have put the ice cold goo on Marcus belly instead.
But who cares. We get to see her face to face in just two weeks!!
– You hear that Baby? Two weeks!
— OH! Also, I’m still in the continued process of tossing things in my hospital bag. I am wide open for tips and good ideas for what to bring. Anything you found handy, comforting or just practical to have with you? Much appreciated!
A HUGE thanks to my talented sister-in-law Caroline for taking the time and efforts to document my pregnancy like this. The pictures are taken in the countryside of Sweden on a beautiful August evening.