I’m currently 31 weeks pregnant and the count down is on. I had a scan last Thursday and all 3 babies seem to be growing beautifully. Triplet 1 is engaged and weighing approximately 1.5kg, triplet 2 is our biggest coming in at 1.7kg and triplet 3 with the most room is almost 1.5kg. They are thinking I might make it for another 3 weeks….if I’m good and rest of course.
I’m not sure what it’s like to be pregnant with 1 or 2 for that matter, but the third trimester is a whole new ball game with 3 on board. I didn’t realise how much my body would change and how amazing it seems to cope supplying for four, including myself. Although having said that, I have never been to the doctor as much as I have now that I’m pregnant. The start of this trimester I got a chest infection and just last week I got an eye infection (yep, really good look). Luckily antibiotics have cleared up both infections in no time at all.
I am seriously overwhelmed with the generosity of our friends and family. Just last week, a friend who recently had a beautiful baby boy posted all his little clothes from Sydney, costing them an absolute fortune. My family have supplied us with their maternity clothes, old toys and extra baby clothes. I know I keep saying this but we are truly blessed to have such amazing people in our lives.
I stil have no idea what the sex of the babies are, our final names and when they might come. I am thinking we should have a sweep with our friends. Do you have any ideas???
So the next couple of weeks is just a waiting game. I have my bag packed ready and the freezer stocked with ready made meals for when we are travelling back and forth from hospital. I’m actually starting to get excited. Just yesterday I was sitting in bed and had a thought that in no time at all we will have 3 little bundles surrounding us. Until next time xxx
I’ve been procrastinating doing this one….or avoiding it. For those of you who know me, know that I am one of those very rare and lucky people who love what I do and completely believe in it. When people ask when I’m giving up work, I give the typical response, “Not soon enough”, but I don’t really mean it. Closing this chapter is actually a bit harder than what I imagined.
So what do I do you ask. I work in preventative health – from changing behaviour to influencing environments so the healthier choice is the easier choice. I currently hold a role with government which allows me to change workplaces for the better. It’s an exciting time, workplaces are going beyond to achieve greater business outcomes through improving workers health. I still see so many opportunities for growth and to do more in my industry.
I have always had the mind set that you can’t do it all. You can’t work full time and be a mother full time. Something has to give. That could be fewer steps on the corporate ladder or even worse, the children’s wellbeing. This scares me a little. I will have to become completely selfless and give up my career for these little ones.
You’re probably thinking, stop being so dramatic, you’ll be back at work in no time. And you’re right, I will be back at work in a year or two. There are few things that worry me though, firstly how I’m going to make a meaningful contribution to this world or even our household income? Will I be the role model our children need? And will I still have that drive in me when I do return to work?
I hear becoming a mother changes you. I don’t know how or what into. But it’s the unknown that worries me. I’m not only closing a chapter (temporarily) of 10 years, I’m opening a new one. One that I have no idea about. If I was having the one child I could almost make that plan to return to work. But we’re having three, so we have to be completely selfless to give them the very best start to life and take the wait and see approach with work. For all I know it could be years away.
I finish up work next Thursday. What next…I don’t know.
The 12 week scan changed everything. At this point it became so much more than a concept or an idea. It’s no longer about me. It’s about these little humans growing inside of me.
We had been continually told to prepare ourselves for losing 1, 2 or all 3 of the babies in the first trimester. But we didn’t. The 12 week scan was so much more than identifying if any of the babies had down syndrome, it was about seeing if this pregnancy was actually real. And it is, they were all there and doing so incredibly well. We saw so much more than the black hole and hearing the heart beats which we had previously seen and heard in the 4 and 8 week scans. We saw whole humans in there…and 3 of them. They were all stacked neatly on top of each other with the bottom two sucking their thumbs and the top triplet sucking his/her fingers. We saw legs, arms, hearts, kidney’s, heads…everything you expect to see at 12 weeks. It was truly incredible.
We were told that if I was to carry triplets, we’ve given them the perfect combination. This meaning that the triplets were all fraternal, living in their own sacks with their own food supply. Our risk of various things going wrong had dramatically reduced. Although our risk hadn’t disappeared completely, it was considerably lowered. These words out of the doctors mouth was exactly what we needed to hear. The weight which we had been carrying around for the first 3 months had been lifted.
From this point it didn’t matter if I couldn’t go on my runs. It didn’t matter if I couldn’t drink alcohol at the numerous weddings, hen parties, engagement parties and birthday parties we had (including Pat’s 30th). It didn’t even matter if I wanted that coffee (or 2) a day. All that mattered was that these 3 little darlings could grow, develop and were given the best chance at life.
On reflection, I was completely selfish in the first trimester. I was sort of in denial that no matter what I did, they wouldn’t be able to survive, so I thought I may as well just carry on with my life. The stats scared me. So if I wanted a wine I had one. If I wanted to go for a 10km run, I did. If I wanted to coffee, I most definitely didn’t deprive myself of it. Now everything has changed. I wouldn’t dream of doing anything that could possibly damage or hurt these babies. They were real and ours and we are completely responsible for them. So if they want a chocolate chip cookie…they get one 🙂
Now it’s great. Whilst I’m growing quickly, I feel great. I’m not always hungry or wanting to vomit or even that tired. I’m now at 17 weeks and things are most definitely looking up…I’ll fill you in on the last 5 week in the next blog.
Sorry I’ve been a snowed under and haven’t had a chance to write my next post…until now.
Here is a photo from week 14…
At the beginning it wasn’t so bad. It was actually good. When I put my ‘morning sickness’ aside and soreness, it was actually great. Finally my A cup had upgraded to a C cup (which is big for me) in a matter of weeks…and without any surgery. Happy days!! Unfortunately it didn’t last too long. I now look down (week 16) and my belly has overtaken my boobs. But that’s just the beginning of all the changes.
I honestly have to take my hat off to every mother/ pregnant lady out there. I am not made for this stuff. I’m also a glass half full kinda girl, but this stuff is hard. My boobs are bigger, but that’s about the only positive I’ve come across so far. I’m tired, hungry, sore, sick, getting fat, can’t exercise and just over really talking about it all the time (ironic really while I’m writing this blog). I didn’t expect it to be. I actually thought I would love being pregnant.
One of the hardest changes I had to take on board was the exercise…or lack thereof. Everyone who knows me probably considers me a little obsessed with my exercise. I love all the high impact/ vigorous exercise such as boxing and running and with a bit of yoga or walking on the side. I guess I just loved moving my body and pushing it to its limits. I have now had 3 professional opinions telling me I can only walk and do other low impact exercises (excluding yoga). So not only am I getting fatter and wanting to eat more, I can’t really counter balance that with much exercise. If I was pregnant with one, would it be the same? Probably not, I hear of loads of people running right up until their final trimester if they were previously a runner. But because I’m high risk and carrying 3…I am almost bed bound.
I often wonder that the only reason I’m tired is because I’m not exercising. Apparently not as it comes with the pregnancy territory. I guess I do have three sucking the life out of me. I wasn’t one of these ‘tired’ type of people. I woke early and went to bed early, but didn’t often feel too tired. Now I’m that rude lady in the corner yarning all the time. It’s uncontrollable. And when people ask how you are…I respond ‘tired’. Ekk who have I become.
It doesn’t stop there. Where did that saying “You’re glowing” come from?? How can I be glowing when I’m tired and breaking out in pimples/ red rash? I never use to wear make up to work, now it’s added into my daily routine of applying makeup. The only time I don’t really wear it is when I’m with my friends and family and I’m needing to ‘air’ out my skin for a few hours.
So I’m frustrated with not exercising, I’m tired and I have to wear makeup every day to cover up my horrible skin. But I also know this is temporary and for something much greater than selfish little me. Mums not only give up their body for 9 months, but they are completely dedicated to ensuing these little ones have the best start to life. For those considering getting pregnant, make sure you’re aware of what is really going to happen (obviously everyone is different so this may not apply to all). I am now…so ready for this. I often stop to rub my belly and have a little chat to the triple threat to see how they are going. Although this is all not what I expected, I know it’s going to be the greatest thing Pat and I ever do.