If you missed weeks 25 + 26, you can catch them right here!

If you follow me on social media, you’ll probably have noticed that I took some down time during week 27. Unfortunately, week 27 was the worst week of my pregnancy so far. I’ve mentioned a couple of times that I want to be as honest as possible within these pregnancy updates and so I’m going to try my best to write about week 27 of my pregnancy without dampening your mood as you’re reading!

Week 27 came around and for some reason, I just didn’t feel.. great. I didn’t feel right or like myself. In all honesty, I think the only way to accurately describe it is to say that I felt depressed. God, I hate that word. You’ll often find me saying sad or sads when I’m talking about low feelings, but I think during week 27, it got to the point where sad just wasn’t an accurate description anymore.
I don’t think I could really pin point one major thing that was making me feel like there was nothing positive in my life, it was more of a general feeling, like a big blanket that had been thrown over me but I couldn’t shake it off. Of course, by now you all know that I’ve been struggling with body image majorly throughout my entire pregnancy, but this was something stronger. There were a couple days where I barely left my bed and just tossed and turned and cried and shouted and broke down again and again, like a damn broken record.
Now that I’m feeling a bit more baseline, I’m angry at myself for feeling so low but really, I know that there was nothing I could have done to prevent it or stop the negativity from coming at me, because ladies and gentleman, pregnancy does this thing where it completely screws up your hormones, thanks bubs.
Bump update | Pregnancy updates | Weeks 27 and 28 | Love, Maisie
Week 28 came around and I started to feel a bit better, I then had to go off and have my GTT(Glucose Tolerence Test) done and that my friends, was not the most pleasant of experiences! I had to fast from the night before from around 9pm, this part wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. We then trotted off to my appointment for 8.50am the next morning. The midwife who was holding the appointment struggled more than I’ve ever had anyone struggle to take blood from me, so much so it got to the point she was pushing the needle in further and further and also downwards(I hope that makes sense). I now have two nice scabs on my arms, but not in the form of a small dot, oh no, in the form of lines. Yup, that’s how hard she was pushing down. I know I’m not the best person to talk about having blood taken, but it was honestly pretty brutal. 
Once she finally drew blood, not to mention the blood she splatted over the pillow my arm was resting on, I had to drink 300ml(not the 50ml I had been advised by my midwife it would be) of what I can only describe as thick, warm, flat lucozade, as quickly as I could. I was then told that I would have to remain sat down in the building for the next two hours until the next blood test.. I had planned to go off and do my weekly Tesco’s shop but oh no, apparently that would effect the results? Maybe it would have.. but it would have been nice to be told that I 100% was not allowed to leave before I was stabbed for ten whole minutes. Oh and where was it that I had to sit? Right outside the staff kitchen, watching people pop in out with their tea’s, coffee’s, bowls of porridge and other breakfast snacks, whilst I sat there, 28 weeks pregnant, full of rage and hunger, perfect!
Sorry for the ramble about that, but it really got to me. Hopefully you don’t have to have a gtt, but if you do, take a book or your laptop because you could be there a while!

The next day I had my last midwife’s appointment at my current GP practice, but it was only the second time that I had met with my actual midwife. I’ve known for a while that we would eventually be moving but it would have been nice to see the same familiar face each time I went in. We had the regular checks and conversation and then she asked about how I was feeling mentally and emotionally. It took all the courage in my entire body to talk to a complete stranger about how I felt and now, it feels completely wasted. I was told that I could research CBT and group therapies and that was pretty much it. I know we are moving soon so she wouldn’t have been able to refer me to anyone in our current area, but I just feel as though I didn’t get the guidance or understanding that I think I really needed.

The only other thing she did say was to continually talk about it to my loved ones, so I’m keeping to that form of therapy for now. So far, it’s going okay, I’ve felt a fair bit better this past week than I did last week, so that’s a good sign.

For the positive side of week 28, I have felt so much more movement holy wow, sometime’s it even hurts a little! Baby Corbett seems to have taken a liking to pushing his feet and/or bum up against the side of my stomach and boy is he a strong little thing already! I think I said the same thing in my last bump update but it’s quite nice now that it feels, both physically and mentally, like an actual baby in there, crazy hey!

I’m sorry that this post wasn’t full of positivity but hey, pregnancy isn’t a walk in the park I tell ya! I hope you’re all well and the next time I share a bump update, we will be in our new home, eeeeep, I’m super excited! This means that we can finally get the nursery together, hallelujah! Until then my friends!

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  1. Your not alone chicken – I had a "down week" around the same time and was feeling really, really low. But even if you don't feel it your bump does look beautiful…and you've only got 12 weeks left 🙂 Hang on in there!! Getting the nursery sorted will definitely cheer you up! Sending big loves!

    Jess @ JuicyyyJesss

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