Pregnancy Diary 05/09/18 (29 weeks)

Lucie Apampa
Sep 5, 2018 · 2 min read

The further I get into my pregnancy, the more I resent work. Colleagues asking me to do things that are essentially “my job” are raising my blood level. I’m finding it hard to draw the line between being reasonably annoyed at some idiot being passive aggressive over email and feeling a swell of outrage when I’m asked to perform a duty that basically sits within my realm of responsibility.

Either way, I’m hormonal so I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to be unreasonable.. I’m pretty sure other people should just accept it.

In bodily function news, my persistent (and treatment resistant) thrush continues to power through, though it does seem to have petered down. Here’s to hoping that yeast infections stop attaching themselves to my vagina pretty soon. I’ve had enough of uncomfortable groin and it would be nice if I felt ready for sex again one day.

I probably shouldn’t complain; I went back to preggo yoga yesterday and didn’t have to put my hand up for any of the pregnancy ailments afflicting my fellow yogis. Cervical __[?] pain? Nope. Bad back? Nope. So far, the only concern that the lovely yoga teacher has had for me, has been in regards to my wrists which were very slightly overburdened during the cat position. She rushed over with blocks assuring me that I don’t have to do ANYTHING I’m not comfortable with. This is a constant theme during the class and I feel it’s relevant to note that the most challenging thing to happen during preggo yoga is finding the best position for your cushion during the 2-minute lie-down at the end. The teacher also likes to remind us that:

“YOU CAN HAVE AN EPIDOORAL (PRONOUNCIATION) IF YOU WANT ONE. DON’T THINK THAT JUST BECAUSE YOU CAME TO THIS CLASS, YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED PAIN RELIEF”

I don’t particularly want an epidural and I do appreciate her words of comfort, but I also don’t understand why anyone would feel prohibited from taking any kind of pain relief just because they’d been to yoga. Especially this yoga, which is essentially an hour of chill-out time. One woman in the class said she was booking her epidural ahead of time. Apparently you can do that. Who knew?

I’ve been listening to radio 4 whilst working and yesterday was baby/mother-heavy. I didn’t manage to tune my ears to whatever useful things they were saying on Woman’s Hour (I was busy working), but I did keep an ear out for You and Yours on which they discussed the costs of childcare. I wouldn’t recommend it. No practical advice, no alleviation of worry, just another stream of people sharing their ‘just about surviving’ stories. I’m gonna have to worry about that one when it happens. Universe, if you’re listening, please get me a flexible, well-paid, part-time job at a university. Thanks.