25 Weeks


This was the week that we started demolition on our backyard, hence the scene of utter destruction behind me. Note the hastily discarded garden tools! The bed of rubble! The artfully placed cactus, balanced precariously on a stack of lawn chairs! Picturesque, no? Sometimes you get your weekly picture taken in front of Brandenburg Gate or the Eiffel Tower or Rainbow Row; sometimes you get it taken in front of a building site. 

I'd say this picture was proof that the nesting instinct has finally set in, except the nesting instinct set in the minute I saw those two pink lines back in November. Actually, I don't think the nesting instinct "set in" as much as it just "intensified to a dangerous degree" because I've always been a bit of a nester, ever since I turned 14 and we moved into a new house and I went around to all the local pubs in my sleepy English town collecting beer bottle caps for a mural I'd decided I was going to make on my closet doors. Classy or what, huh? If only we'd had Pinterest back in 1994. That shit would have blown up.

(Don't worry, it went very nicely with my large Rastafarian flag that I don't think I even realized was a Rastafarian flag and my oversized poster of Jim Morrison. The lava lamp would come later, along with the bookshelves—for my CDs, naturally!—that I made all by myself from cinder blocks.) 

So yes, I've been nesting pretty much my entire life, and being pregnant hasn't really changed that, it's just ramped it up to a degree that I now need to get ALL THE PROJECTS DONE NOW NOW NOW, QUICK BEFORE THE BABY COMES, as though once I have a tiny dependent creature who needs constant feeding and changing I won't have any time to pop out to Michaels for some Modge Podge. Curiously enough, none of this nesting energy has been focused on the baby's room—which still looks exactly like it has done for the last year and a half; i.e.: like my office—but instead on all the other rooms in the house, and, as evidenced above, on the backyard, which will hopefully be a grassy paradise of loveliness the next time I show you a picture of it. Let us not speak of it again until then. 

The really exciting thing about 25 weeks is that strangers are now asking me, unprompted, when I'm due, which happened on two different occasions on my flight to Charleston last week, and—much like the time I was offered a seat on the train—served to make me feel really and truly pregnant. I know I keep saying "this is the week that it all feels real"—and then saying it again and again the next week—but it's just so funny how each little milestone shocks you into the realization that hey, it's happening, how about that. When I look back at pictures of myself at 12 and 14 and 16 weeks when I thought I looked so pregnant, I want to laugh; it's like my body hadn't yet caught up with my mind. But now here I am at 25 weeks, feeling enormous, and I can't even imagine what I'll feel eight or ten weeks from now when I look back at these twenty-something weeks and think man, I had it so goodI could still see my toes!

25 weeks brought with it my first call to the nurse's hotline—a rite of passage for first-time mothers, I think?—after a bit of a scare that turned out to be nothing at all, but which was exacerbated by the fact that a) I was in Charleston, away from my usual surroundings, b) it was 7 o'clock on a Sunday night so my doctor's office wasn't open, and c) neither Sean nor I have done this before and have no idea what to expect. After calling my practice a couple of times and hanging up at the point at which the recording urged me to press 1 if I had "an urgent medical concern"—is it an urgent medical concern? Is it? I don't know! Am I bothering them if I press 1? Should I press 1? What if they laugh at me? Nah, I'm sure it's fine. Oh god, maybe I should call back and press 1. How do I know if it's an urgent medical concern? etcetera etcetera etcetera—I finally spoke to a lovely nurse who set my mind at ease. Unfortunately, what with all my dithering about whether or not I was suffering an Urgent Medical Concern, we'd missed our dinner reservations at that point, so Sean called the restaurant and asked if it would be possible to pick up a slice of banana cream pie—the one thing I'd been craving on the menu—to go. This is how I ended up walking into one of the fanciest restaurants in Charleston at 10 o'clock at night, in my leggings, belly arriving five minutes ahead of me, to pick up my single piece of banana cream pie. I could practically feel the entire restaurant nodding knowingly at the cliche. 

The only other major thing that happened last week was the Glucose Tolerance Test, which I'd been hearing about on Twitter for many years and was actually sort of excited to finally experience for myself. For those who aren't familiar with it, it's basically a doctor's appointment where you're locked in a room with a large bottle of super sugary liquid—mine was orange-flavored; the description I'd heard of "flat Fanta" was spot-on—and given five minutes to drink it without throwing up or bouncing too heavily off the walls. I was playing it pretty cool and didn't think it was too terrible until I looked down at the bottle in my hand and realized I'd actually only drunk a quarter of it. 

Maybe because I was too busy taking this picture? 

Shortly after that, the doctor walked in and expressed confusion that I hadn't finished yet—I was probably only about halfway through at that point—and I chugged the rest in one fell swoop. Shortly after that, my eye started twitching uncontrollably and I experienced a strong desire to get up and dance to the Florence and the Machine song that was playing in the exam room. (Come to think of it, why was there a Florence and the Machine song playing in the exam room? Why was there any music playing in the exam room? Was there actually a Florence and the Machine song playing in the exam room or was it just playing extra loud in my head?) 

I spent the next 45 minutes sitting on a couch in the waiting room with the distinct post-Halloween feeling that I'd gorged on too much candy—headachey, a little nauseous, sort of draggy—before heading down the block to get my blood drawn. As of the time of writing, I'm still waiting to get the results back, but fingers crossed that I passed and don't have to do the next step in the "do you have gestational diabetes?" testing procedure, which is basically a pumped-up version of the above that lasts for three hours. Although you know, I've heard that just a splash of vodka will cut the sweetness. 

Apr 23, 2013

Ugh, that orange drink. I moved cross-country during my pregnancy and had to do the glucose screening on my very first visit with my new provider. I was so disappointed because my previous practice was going to let me eat jelly beans instead. Fingers crossed for you that you pass -- I hear nothing good about the 3 hour.

Anna Louisa
Apr 23, 2013

"Splash of vodka"...you rebel, you.


Apr 23, 2013

The 3 hour test can be made tolerable if you claim you feel "faintish" and need to lie down. They will put you in a room, turn down the lights and give you a blanket because it's a little chilly. If you are in a REALLY great clinic they will even have blanket warmers.
When they come to take your blood they will apologize for disturbing you and even help get you resettled.

Apr 23, 2013

My nesting instinct applied to our entire house too, as well as to INTENSE Christmas crafting (it doesn't help that our house - though now nearly done - has been a realfixer-upper). It wasn't until about 7 months though, that I did anything to tackle the baby's room, so I'm sure you'll get there too! And now with a one-month old, I can attest that running out to Michael's, simple as it may seem, IS way more difficult. So you're spot on there!

Apr 23, 2013

Mmm I love me some EasyDex50

Apr 23, 2013

Urgh. Even the description of that orange stuff is making me feel queasy and I'm not even pregnant. Never heard of this particular pregnancy-related medical unpleasantness before... well, glad it's over and hope the results mean that you don't have anything more to look forward to than Hamish's arrival and your first post-pregnancy cocktail!

Apr 23, 2013

i chugged my drink. the nurse was laughing and joked that i must have been a binge drinker in my past. um, no - i just like to get it over with if it's nasty!
here i am at 32 weeks, the nesting is firmly in place! our whole-house renovation that has been plugging along for nearly 2 years suddenly kicked into high gear and we're on track to be completely finished with everything by the end of May. i'm thrilled that the baby deadline gave the husband a very real deadline for renovations. the baby's room is nearly done, just need to decide on fun things like "what color mat should i use for this print?"
also - your belly is SO pointy! i had heard that was often the case with boys, but now it's making me believe i have a girl in my belly since mine looks more like a basketball. hm.

Apr 23, 2013

I'm so thankful I was given a choice of orange or "Sprite" flavored glucose solution for my tests (I chose Sprite). No problems with pregnancy #1, had to go back for the 3-hour test with pregnancy #2 just to learn that I hadn't developed gestational diabetes...again, very thankful but it was a long, boring morning.

Apr 23, 2013

I'm at 30 weeks and got the GD diagnosis two weeks ago. I feel like a human pincushion and I'm craving ANYTHING sweet like you would not believe.
So far the only downsides of GD are NO sweets and carbs *sob*, sticking my finger 4 times a day, and the possibility of being induced at 38 weeks.

My husband was just issued a demand letter. In the event of spontaneous labour (please krishna)or induction he is to order:
A big ass chocolate cake
A 6 pack of Dr. Pepper

Or I'll strangle him with my brand new baby girls' umbilical cord.
I kid.

Claire choudhry
Apr 23, 2013

I love reading your blog - your posts make me laugh out loud :)

Apr 23, 2013

They called me after that test and said there was a lab accident and I'd have to retake the test. I was bummed. They called me five minutes later and said they'd "recovered enough" to test it and I failed and now had to take the three hour test. I laughed and never went. I'm sure you're fine! : )

Apr 23, 2013

I keep thinking you must have photoshopped your bump to make it that pointy. But apparently not. He must be lying down with his legs straight out at your bellybutton.

Apr 24, 2013

Of course you want to redo your backyard! Makes perfect sense to me. I'm now at 29 weeks and what has been our big makeover project? The master bath, why not? The stand-up shower in there has been non-functional for years, so it did need to be redone. Thankfully, as with Jen, the baby has given my husband motivation to do things so the bathroom should be done by end of May. Baby's due in July, so then I'll have time to: switch our bedroom from a spare to the master, switch the guest bedroom to the spare that we're currently in, take all the stuff out of the baby's room that's not for the baby, and THEN finish setting up the baby's room! Good lord, what was I thinking?? LOL...Just keep repeating...IT WILL ALL BE FINE!! :-)

Apr 24, 2013

Am I the only one who is curious to find out what restaurant serves the amazing banana cream pie? Because I feel like I totally want to order it next time I'm in Charleston. ;)

Fingers crossed for your test results!

Apr 24, 2013

I love following you along as you so perfectly capture what it's like at each stage of pregnancy! I am 27 weeks now, and it was exactly at 25 that people started to comment on my belly without me having told them. It was pretty shocking at first (I was kind of in denial about how pregnant I looked), I would want to be like "but how do you knowww? I thought I was being so sneaky!" It's a little annoying to have to have the whole conversation with every random person (the check out cashier, people at the gym, random acquaintances, etc.), but I try and remind myself that it's all with good intentions. And I am totally starting to feel quite big now (I think there is a huge growth spurt at the end of the second trimester) - can't even imagine what the last couple months will be like!

Apr 29, 2013

Here's hoping you pass the test. I failed the 3 hour and spent the last ten weeks of my second pregnancy with GD. I was initially completely freaked out, but I was fortunate enough to control it with diet and a helluva lot of walking, avoiding the injections. I will say, though, that I managed to keep the weight gain at two pounds (!!) for the rest of the pregnancy. But dammit, I sure missed cereal.

Also, so sorry to hear of your grandmother's passing. Thanks for sharing with us.

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