To quote Jonathan Van Ness, “can you believe?” I’m officially in my third trimester and working my way through summer / my seventh month of pregnancy. I really finally started feeling like a pro at this whole pregnancy thing and then of course everything shifted and I was reminded that no pregnancy is ever predictable.
I’ve talked about my blood work phobia multiple times in my updates and so wouldn’t you know – I have a rare blood type which requires additional blood work and a shot. Yay! It’s called a RhoGam injection and it’s for women with Rh-negative blood. Basically – I need this injection because there’s a chance Baby K will be born with Rh-positive blood and that my body will build up antibodies to the Rh-positive blood. Without the injection it not only puts future Baby Ks at risk, but there’s a chance that this current baby K could be born with hemolytic disease / anemia. So yeah, totally casual and nothing for a worry wart like me to stress about. Right? Sure.
This was one of the few appointments that I went to on my own and I really wish that my Greek husband had been there to soak up some of the information because all I heard was “Blood, blood, blood, danger, blood, hospital, blood.” I did some additional research so I could better explain what it was to my mom and husband. Doing additional medical research via the internet can be a real double edged sword these days, but I feel like I learned a lot (aka more than I’d ever like to know) about blood types.
Other than that whole bump, we’re making our way through summer. I’m starting to move slower due to the heat, my comfort food is still California rolls and the nursery… Well, it’ll be set up by the baby shower at the end of the month. My nausea has (sort of?) come back, but I also think it’s partly due to the heat. I’m really trying to just take it very easy and not push myself – which means a lot of early bedtimes, Forensic Files and ice water. My emotions are also starting to get a bit wonky - I'm crying a lot more than usual. Like, we're talking, I cried when we were watching Justice League the other night? And I cried when my Greek husband left the room without giving me a kiss goodbye? (He was just refilling my water.)
I can’t believe we’re in the home stretch of this pregnancy! I really can’t wait to meet Baby K, to hold her in my arms and to see my Greek husband with her. Being pregnant has been a pretty awesome experience but I’m ready to meet my baby, okay?