It’s been a while since I did a Splodge update, so here we are at 24 weeks pregnant. Almost 25 in fact. It’s going by so quickly this time, I feel like I will blink and he will be here! Oliver was born in a measly 9 weeks time…. which is hardly any time at all really.
Yesterday we had a consultant appointment at our hospital. They just did all the usual checks and all was well apart from ++ of ketones in my sample which are apparently pretty common in people who have been ill as it’s a sign of dehydration. For those that don’t follow me on Facebook, my son brought home a nice unknown bug complete with high temperature on Monday and while it was short lived for him, by Wednesday I had it too. I spent most of Thursday in bed feeling very sorry for myself but thankfully, I felt quite a lot better by Friday morning ready for our appointment.
Anyway, we did a repeat sample which showed only a trace of ketones and my temperature was normal so they were happy with me. I can’t remember if I ever said much about what happened at my 20 week appointment but one of the things which was decided was that they would take a swab at the 24 week appointment (which would involve a speculum) to check for some hormones and other things that can indicate possible premature labour risk. I didn’t much like the sound of this at the time and it played on my mind for the four weeks leading up to the appointment. After some discussion about my anxieties over any form of “interference” up there at this relatively early stage, it was decided that they would wait until 28 weeks (almost 29 in fact) and take the swab at the same appointment when I have my steroid injections. While I know in my head that they wouldn’t suggest doing anything that wasn’t safe for me and Splodge, I just can’t rid myself of this fear that I don’t want anything going anywhere near there until it’s safer for me to potentially go into labour. Yes I do mean anything. It’s been a long 6 months. 😉
So in just four short weeks it will be time for me to have those lovely steroid injections and I’ll be almost 30 weeks which just makes his arrival seem so… imminent. I know he could quite feasibly hang around in there for another 12 weeks after that but I am finding it helps my anxiety to think of things being closer to the end.