What a fortnight it’s been! In the run-up to the big twenty (half way in single pregnancies; over halfway with twins), events of both amusing and chaotic strains have ensued, leaving myself and bump completely exhausted!
I am slightly behind with my diarising as a result of endless days working, rushing , being a mum, whipping off to the coast for an impromptu trip with the family (more break for them than me) and coping with a sudden tsunami of active industry being sent my way by Uncle Tom Cobbly.
This last week, I have experienced the full fruition of tiredness much discussed within the pregnancy annuls. Most mums-to-be are meant to feel vibrant, alive, ‘glowing’, vaguely energetic and more capable all round during the second trimester. However, this isn’t always the case, as clearly illustrated within my twin pregnancy. Whether it be the new wave of work which suddenly appeared unannounced last week, the uncharacteristically hectic schedule of our 9 and 5 year olds, the series of unexpected altercations with militant geriatric poolside dwellers and road- ragers , the juggling of all above listed or indeed just my age, this week I am completely worn out. My previously secret comfort~ tipple of watered down Chardonnay twice a week has long gone since it suddenly started tasting like WD 40 one day. As an alternative, the idea of wallowing up to my neck in warm water on a daily basis increasingly seems to be deeply comforting as an escape route from the rigours of daily city-living. Give me a private pool somewhere hot with a giant screen around it to protect the public’s view from my outsized tankini and I’d be more than happy.The fact that black~market poachers may mistake me for an escaped hippo is neither here nor there when I’m in need of some aquatic respite. The hormones also continue to rage in a complete rollercoaster of nonsensical contradictions… one minute I’m proudly admiring the expanding bump; happy as can be, the next minute I turn into a crimson-eyed,snarling mass of anger; usually aimed at my poor Mister , who just greets it all with complete bafflement.
Looking at the pregnancy forums , this is typical for someone expecting from around 30 weeks on by all accounts.. but complete exhaustion, temporary transformations into a Gorgon and maternally enhanced dementia aren’t really covered for my stage in detail anywhere!
However, life goes on and the babies are kicking. This week, they seem to have discovered new strength in their little limbs and take great delight in setting each other off into a whole array of Olympic- standard antics. This usually takes place when least convenient of course; namely traffic lights, restaurants or when I’m trying hard to sleep. I’m not entirely sure whether they’ve been overhearing my endless recitals when in full flight, but I can’t quite remember “ a kick in the bladder is worth two in the ribs” being amongst them anywhere along the way.
I am becoming increasingly twitchy of mind this week too, with the mid pregnancy anomaly scan cropping up this Thursday. As eager as I am to meet our two little buddies again in medic-world; this is serious stuff where the radiographer and obstetrician check for absolutely any and every problem possible under the sun. The brain, heart chambers, mouth, internal organs and limbs are all checked over thoroughly and discussed at length. It’s a magical time, but equally as worrying. I’m expecting to see Mo Farah and Jessica Ennis in there, personally. Who knows..? There could even be my very own podcast of ‘Strictly’ going on between them and I won’t even have known all this time.
Either way, one of the three of us needs rest and I think it might just be me!
©Tess Egerton 2013