Waiting to Exhale: 28 Weeks Pregnant

Yesterday was a dream deferred, but today hope is restored.


Baby is moving around a lot. At night when I am in between potty breaks and sleep, I will lie awake just to enjoy every kick and hiccup baby offers up to me. It feels like I am in twilight. That space between dreaming and reality. The thought that this human being is actually getting bigger inside of me, just blows my mind every time I stop and think about it. Opening eyes, learning how to breathe, getting smarter, all happening right now inside where I cannot see.

I am still pinching myself that I have made it this far, yet realizing just how close I was to this point with Isaac. Twenty-eight weeks seemed so far off. The third trimester seemed unattainable. Yet here I stand, less than ninety days away from achieving a dream I thought would remain a dream.

started the third trimester with physical pitfalls.

After taking a surprisingly painless and lump free injection last Tuesday, the following day I was hit with a wave of nausea. I know it is because of the injection, because usually about one or two days before my weekly shot, I start to feel better. The correlation between my nausea and the progesterone shots have been nothing new for me, but Wednesday was probably the worst I have felt since starting the treatment.

Normal symptoms

  • Stuffy nose (made even worse by it being allergy season)
  • Occasionally sore gums
  • Restless leg syndrome
  • Round ligament pain that is out of this dimension
  • Heartburn
  • Acid reflux
  • Carpal tunnel syndrome
  • Peeing all the livelong day
  • Braxton Hicks
  • Swelling in my right leg (mostly ankle)

Makena symptoms

  • Nausea
  • Constipation
  • Headache
  • Fatigue
  • Muscle tightness and swelling at the injection site (my bum)

I swear, on paper, I am a one hundred year old hospice patient.

Out of all of the symptoms, round ligament pain continues to be the contender! I laid in bed for almost an hour after waking up one morning, and by the time I was able to get up and function, I was visibly bigger than I was an hour before. Has anyone else ever felt their baby/uterus getting bigger while they were in the middle of something? I have heard it usually happens at night while we’re asleep, but I feel the burn throughout the day. My stomach feels like Mary Poppin’s carpet bag--always full, yet never satisfied.

The feels

I was hyper-emotional this week. My insecurity over my changing body has really surfaced this week. Sunday, while looking through photos Keith had sniped of me, I criticized his inability to ever get a decent shot of me. His response was one of frustration. Because you won't even give me a chance to take a picture of you. I end up rushing or taking pictures of anything just to get a shot of you. He was right. I can't entirely blame it on my pregnancy, but I think it has gotten worse since becoming pregnant.

Nesting has also left me feeling defeated. Lethargy and physical restrictions plagued me on the daily and very few items have been checked off on my list. I pushed myself to be as productive as I possibly could without overdoing it. I even forced myself to hire someone to professionally braid my hair so that I have one less thing to fuss over for the next two months. Technically I have twelve weeks left of this tour of duty, but when I consider that most of the to-dos involve heavy lifting or loads of energy to complete, I really only have twenty four days because I have to wait for the weekends to get anything done with Keith or my sister.

Overall, I am relieved to finally be in the third trimester. There are plenty of things that still need to get done before this baby comes and I am hoping that the major to-do lists will keep my mind off of this last leg of the race creeping by.

For those who have been pregnant, what in the world did you do to keep yourself from counting every second till baby came?