Anyway, this post is supposed to be about third trimester second time round. Back to the rightful topic.
So.. as I was saying, I was counting down the days to third trimester. To me, it meant another milestone that brings me nearer to D-day. Little did I know that there really wasn't a need for me to keep track of the dates. As a matter of fact, the body has sent me many signs to inform me of the arrival of third tri.
Here are the signs that I have been experiencing in the past one week (I am now officially 28 weeks):
- Carrying Anya for more than 30 seconds when standing/walking will set me off panting as if I just did a 100m sprint.
- I feel full easily. A small bowl porridge is enough to make me full. Anything more than that will make me feel uncomfortably tight around my belly and pelvic area.
- 15 minutes into grocery-shopping and I start to go breathless and a dull ache will slowly creep up from my lower back.
- I get tired out more easily. Usually, I am still alert when tucking Anya to bed at night. For a few nights in the past one week, my eyelids were drooping by the time Anya was ready for her last milk feed.
- I am beginning to have mild heartburn. They usually kick in from the second half of the day onwards. Am praying hard that they will remain mild so long I watch what I eat. First time round, heartburn was so bad during the third tri that it would keep me awake and I would throw up.
Looks like I got to take it easy hereon. No more elaborate cooking that requires extensive and lengthy preparation. No more one-on-one walks with Anya in case she acts up and wants to be carried. Nap whenever possible.
In retrospect, I am so thankful that The Helper came in much earlier. Now, other than taking things easy, I just want to treasure the times my times with Anya. Am feeling sappy about this when it suddenly occurred to me that with D-day being less than 3 months away, it also means that Anya will no longer be the only child. Oh, what mixed feelings!