I’m so proud of you..
...you’re doing it again. You’re growing a beautiful baby inside and coping with another one on the outside too now, which isn’t easy.
I went into this knowing it would be another HG pregnancy. Knowing by week 6 you’d need to be on medication, probably until week 20 again. But this time with someone else to think about. A little person who needed 3 meals a day making and serving (although sometimes he was given cheerios on the floor to snack on while you threw up and that’s okay).
And here you are, you’re out the other side. You did it, the hard part. 19 weeks into this pregnancy and the HG is pretty much over. The medication has been reduced, you’re nearly off it completely. Throwing up is now just an occasional morning thing and most foods are appealing again. It was a long old slog, fucking hell it dragged. 12 weeks of hell and doctors appointments and hospital visits and IVs and tablet after tablet and trying to stay normal and get dressed and take Ozzy to the park and stopping to vomit on the way. And it could have lasted much longer so in a way you’re lucky it’s over by the halfway point. Think of it that way. But well done because you were so strong and so brave. You held it together and kept the baby safe and kept the toddler well nourished, ish. It doesn’t matter what your skin and hair look like now, or that all you wore for months was pyjamas.
It will be okay now, the rest should be plain sailing (right?), and what’s a little heartburn and discomfort in the third trimester? Nothing compared to HG, not now.
So on behalf of the baby and the toddler and this absolutely knackered pregnant woman, thank you body. You survived probably the hardest few months of your life (narrowly beating the same hard few months of HG in 2016) and we’re all so grateful to you for struggling through to get us to this point. HG is shit but you battled through to give me my babies. Thank you. If I ever put you through it a 3rd time then I’m sorry, I promise we’ll stop eventually.