24 weeks

Waddle, waddle, waddle. I was 24 weeks yesterday and that is about all I can do. I'm pretty happy to have reached this point. It means we are viable. I know that doesn't guarantee anything, but the odds do improve dramatically. But I am really suffering. My pubic symphysis disorder (PSD) which has been niggling away since day one has suddenly gotten worse. We went for a walk last Sunday afternoon, then decided to go and watch some local carols by candlelight. They were a bit lame, but Charlotte loved them and they had fireworks. Charlotte is now walking around going "bang, bang". But later that night the damage from doing all that walking was revealed when I literally couldn't even get out of bed to go to the bathroom. James had to help me to walk. It has been agony. I saw a physio last week who ordered a belt and did some pressure point release. She also taped me up temporarily but I couldn't leave it on that long as the tape really annoys me. The belt arrived today and it is a bit different from my old one. I had forgotten though how uncomfortable they are; but at least it can give me some relief. The belt helps to stabilise the pelvis. Unfortunately this isn't going to get better, until baby comes out that is. I am really worried what the next few months will bring as the pain I've had over the last few days has been nearly unbearable.

Unfortunately my 24th week also brought a return of my morning sickness. The last few days I've felt really bad and have been vomiting again. At first I thought I had a gastro as it did surprise me a bit - I've been managing so much better lately. But by mid morning I was feeling better and today was the same. I did stop taking the antacid the other day so that could be the reason for it. I just wasn't sure if I should continue to take it or not.
I'm also still struggling with my pulse. This morning I was overcome with the sensation of my heart racing (even though I think it wasn't up that much, maybe 120 bpm) and had to lie down. I think I scared James as I called out to him and he found me lying on the kitchen floor. I did feel better after a little lie down though.

At least bubs has been entertaining me with his kicks. I love that feeling, except when he decides to use my cervix as a trampoline. ouchie. Actually not so much ouch as really frickin weird. I love feeling the kicks and get really scared when I haven't felt them for a while.

We see Sile and the specialist again this week so I will be bringing all of this up with her. I know there is nothing she can do for my pelvis but at least I can have a whinge about it.