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It's been four weeks since I gave birth. This whole time I've been working on my sore back and recovering. The treatment isn't over yet, but I already miss the feeling of that little person growing inside me. Do you think it's time to think about another one or wait a couple more months? Or maybe that's enough already? Message me.
This morning, no one expected that this could happen. For those who are too lazy to read the long text, I'll summarize: a boy was born, weighing 6,8 lbs and measuring 19.2 inches. Everyone is healthy and breathing, though a little shocked by what happened. Now for the details.
I was 38 weeks and 2 days pregnant. Last Thursday, I went for my regular checkup. Everything was fine, just a slight thinning of the cervix, but overall, I didn't have to worry for at least another week. My belly had already dropped a month ago, and I wasn't worried by it — after so many pregnancies, including multiples, it drops quite early. And I'm actually happy about it, because it's becoming easier to breathe, the heartburn that usually plagues me throughout the third trimester has almost completely disappeared. The baby was healthy and active, kicking me all over from the inside, and he's already positioned himself with his head facing the exit and has moved quite low, which has affected my gait and the frequency of my trips to the bathroom. The days leading up to the weekend were fairly routine. I went on paternity leave two weeks ago and have been doing chores (as best I can) and preparing for the birth. My husband has to work hard for both of us, and he now has to do most of the chores, as I'm struggling. My sexual quirks have ended, so now all he could do was caressing my belly and massaging my back. By the way, my back has been hurting quite a bit in recent days, and this may have been the main warning sign that no one noticed.
Tonight passed as usual – light sleep interrupted by kicks, practice contractions, and trips to the bathroom. The process probably started in the morning, but I was sleepy and apparently didn't notice that my water broke during my next evacuation. We woke up fairly early, had a light breakfast, and I sent my husband to the mall with a shopping list. Overall, nothing foreshadowed such a rapid development.
After seeing my husband off, I went to lie down, waiting out another rather strong practice contraction (which already wasn't just a practice contraction). About half an hour later, I suddenly felt a strong urge to poo. I sat down on the toilet and suddenly realized I wasn't just having contractions, I was already pushing. I didn't know where to run (or rather crawl) – to get the phone in the other room or to get a towel so I could catch the baby, who was almost there. I made it to the towels and right there in the bathroom with a few intense pushes delivered this eager little fellow. Surprisingly, there were no major tearings, although the whole process took barely 30 minutes. After the placenta came out, I finally crawled to the phone and told my husband I finished it. Half an hour later everyone rushed in, and I was already feeding the baby.
We were taken to the clinic to check that the baby is okay and to get me back to normal. I think in a couple of days I'll be home, and the boy will be with his new parents.
What a fun Sunday it turned out to be 😉
Hey-hey. Eight months have already flown by, 35 weeks, and I'm close to the finish line. I'm still working, but mostly from home. Just a month ago, I was taking work trips and even a few hours flights. But I've already told my boss that I'll take a paternity leave in a couple of weeks if my health allows.
My belly has noticeably expanded and become heavier. There's a constant pressure in my lower abdomen, so walking long distances is difficult - I have to sit down periodically to rest. But I try to move around, waddling around the block and to the grocery store nearby. People look at my protruding belly and ask if the baby is coming "any day now," which makes me laugh, because the due date is still a few weeks away.
Braxton-Hicks contractions have escalated into something reminiscent of a labor rehearsal: sometimes they squeeze my entire abdomen for a full minute, taking my breath away.
Normal sleep is a distant memory. Between needing to pee every hour, the sciatica that shoots down my right leg whenever I roll over, and the baby practicing soccer drills at 3 a.m., I can only get four hours of sleep at best. My feet and ankles are a bit swollen, so I have to wear compression hoses, and I only wear a sweatsuit that doesn't squeeze my stomach, or waddling naked around the apartment because it's too hot.
Emotionally I've stabilized, although I still have sudden urges to eat something unusual or have sex. But most often, I just want to sleep and have my husband caress my belly and massage my back.
Last week's ultrasound showed excellent growth, amniotic fluid levels are normal, he's head-down and moving actively. I hope this won't change, although he loves to tumble.
Next, the home stretch awaits me, which I know so well. Starting next week, I'll be seeing the obstetrician twice a week, with non-stress tests and biophysical profiles to make sure everything is going according to plan. The due date is May, 8th, and I plan to give birth at home in a calm environment - my body has been through enough, although at my age, there can be surprises. It's incredible, I've been through this eleventh time already. But each time is different and worth it. This boy is almost here, and even as my body counts the hours until it can rest, my heart is already cheering him on - just a little time, and another chapter beautifully closed.
Well, I'm already 30 weeks pregnant with a boy, who's already showing quite a strong personality with his kicks. My pregnancy has been going quite smoothly, which is great news.
The last five weeks have brought noticeable changes. My belly has gotten bigger and heavier. The baby is already kicking quite forcefully, and sometimes he likes to toss and turn, making everything inside me shake. On top of all this, I've started having some practice contractions, but I'm tolerating them quite well. Climbing stairs is becoming increasingly difficult, and my shortness of breath is increasing. By the end of the day, my ankles and feet are noticeably more swollen. Sleep has become more difficult—Braxton-Hicks contractions are waking me up at night.
I feel mostly fine—I'm still on top of things at work and even travel for business. Although I have enough energy just for the first half of the day, by the evening I'm getting very tired. My back hurts, and frequent trips to the bathroom have become part of my routine. The last trimester, in addition to mood swings, also brought hormonal surges, which sometimes makes me uncontrollably crave sex. Rough sex. Many times a day. My husband does his best to satisfy all my strange desires. The ultrasound shows that baby is growing beautifully—he already weighs over three pounds.
Future plans: I plan to stop working around 36 weeks to rest and prepare. I hope the birth will be on time, although I have a tendency to go past my due date in recent years. I plan to give birth at home unless there are complications.
Stay tuned 😉
As I sit at my desk, wrapping up another day of emails and meetings at the office, I can't help but rub my belly gently. Right now, at 25 weeks, I'm carrying a single baby boy, and it's a huge difference from my last pregnancy, when I delivered quadruplets. That was a whirlwind of chaos and joy, four tiny miracles all at once. This time, it's just him and me, a quieter rhythm, but no less profound.
Over the last five weeks, since hitting the 20-week mark, things have shifted noticeably. My belly has popped out more, rounding into that unmistakable pregnancy shape that turns heads of my co-workers and people around. The flutters I felt before have turned into full-on kicks - strong, insistent ones that make me smile. I've noticed more fatigue creeping in after lunch, so I've started taking short walks around the block to shake it off. My back aches a bit more, especially when I'm on my feet, but nothing a good prenatal yoga session can't ease. And the cravings? They've gone from mild to wild - salty peanuts and ice cream are my new best friends, though I try to balance it with salads to keep my diet more healthy.
Right now, I feel pretty good overall. A little breathless climbing stairs, and my ankles swell if I sit too long, but I'm still managing 40-hour weeks without missing a beat. The boy's heartbeat is strong at every checkup, and ultrasounds show him growing right on track, wriggling like a little acrobat. It's empowering, knowing my body can do this at my age, especially after the quads stretched me to my limits. Emotionally, I'm at peace; I've got a great support system with the intended parents, who check in weekly and send care packages.
Looking ahead, the next few months will ramp up. I'll hit the third trimester soon, which means more doctor visits, tests, and probably some paternity leave planning around my projects. Delivery is aimed at the beginning of May. After that, handover to his eager parents, a bit of recovery for me, and back to my routine - maybe even planning next pregnancy if the stars align. For now, though, I'm savoring these moments, one kick at a time.
Hey-hey, I've reached the midpoint - 20 weeks! Sometimes it feels like time is dragging slowly, and other times it flies by unnoticed.
This month, I finally felt the baby move for the first time. At first, it was light, almost imperceptible bubbles inside, but now the kicks have become more confident.
Overall, I feel good. The weakness has thankfully almost gone away. But my appetite has returned with a vengeance: I might wake up in the night and go eat cottage cheese with honey, or suddenly crave pickles with chocolate (yes, it's weird, but delicious). I have more energy than in the first trimester.
My belly has noticeably rounded. So the season of stretchy pants is officially opened. 😀 Sometimes my back aches in the evenings, but after massage it passes.
Emotionally, I'm up and down: stressful end of the year at work sometimes overwhelms me to the point of tears, and sometimes basic things make me smile. But most of the time, I'm ok. I look at my small belly in the mirror and thank god for this singleton pregnancy. Enjoying this small bump! The baby gender is already known and I decided to reveal it on Xmas.
Next five weeks will fly fast. Xmas and big new year holidays will give a lot of free time to relax for me and more food and energy to grow for the baby. So see you in the end of January 👋🏼
How quickly time flies. It seems like just yesterday it was summer and vacation, and here I am, already in my second trimester, carrying a little miracle the size of an apple.
Everything is going well. It's a bit unusual to see a normal belly at this stage after several multiple pregnancies. Looks like nothing happened. But the baby is growing and I feel it. Soon this growth become faster, and there'll be nothing to hide.
The doctors, the tests, the ultrasound—everything is according to plan. And everything is fine. I already know the baby's gender, but we decided to combine the gender reveal party with Christmas, which will mark my 20th week.
I hope everything continues to be smooth and calm, although there are always plenty of stress at work at the end of the year. But I'm trying to be less nervous and stay positive, and I wish the same for you.
See you at 20 weeks.
Hey-hey. Here are some fresh news.
Well, I had a great vacation at the seaside, gained strength, and improved my shape a bit. But it won't last long, because a new life is already growing inside me, and in a few months it will be noticeable.
A week ago, I had my first doctor's appointment and an ultrasound, which revealed only one fetus, which I'm incredibly happy about after the torment of carrying quadruplets.
Today is 10 weeks of my pregnancy, and I hope it won't be my last. I feel quite well. I have a little morning sickness and occasional mild nausea, and I'm craving something salty. Probably I'm having a boy.
Of course, my belly isn't visible yet, but I can already feel a faint sensation of something down there.
This is another surrogate pregnancy. The baby's father is old enough to be my son, but he took the whole process seriously, is actively involved in the process, and is preparing to welcome the baby into his caring arms in May of next year.
See you in week 15. Write me a message, ask anything you're interested in.
How have you been doing? Hopefully everything has been going well with you
Hello. I'm doing good, thanks. 9 weeks have already flown by. Wait for my new post this weekend 😉
Congratulations! Your wishes have come true. Almost 3 months after giving birth to quads I have a positive test.
This time I didn't use any artificial methods - only natural way, so hope I won't have to carry a football team. The due date is expected to be at the end of april, we'll find out more exactly later at the first appointment with the doctor. In the meantime I'm going to coddle myself with the sea and sun next couple of weeks.
Stay tuned.
Hello everybody. I hasten to please those who rushed me with a new pregnancy. I received a large portion of seeds this morning naturally, without IVF. So now I'm waiting to see what the test will show in the coming weeks. This time I'm not using fertility drugs, so I hope there will be no "multiple" surprises.
So, crossing fingers 😉
I'm already 9 weeks postpartum after birth of quads. Feeling much better now. Planned to start another pregnancy in the end of September. What do you think?
What are you waiting for? Do it now!
Have a good rest and do the best!
Don't you think you're too old for this?
Hows your recovery been going?
It's going fine. Hope this autumn to get pregnant again.
What's the most you ever want to carry after your experience with quads? You hoping to stick to singles?
Of course the best would be single baby, maximum two. Because I have a problem with my back (intervertebral hernias) and it causes severe pain, especially when there is a lot of stress on the lower back.
You should do another story but with quintuplets 😏
Nonono, I don't wanna die 🫣
A week post-delivery, how are you doing?
Over the next few days after delivery I was exhausted and slept a lot, but started to walk around more each day. And today for the first time in 6 weeks it was time to pack my things and go back home. I was actually hesitant to go because I'd become accustomed to my life in my hospital room and having such great staff to take care of me all this time.
The quads are still in the NICU so we all will visit them every day till they are ready to discharge from the hospital to their new family.
I am slowly coming to my senses emotionally and physically. My overstretched uterus is slowly shrinking and belly is getting smaller. Every time I enjoy this feeling of lightness in my body and the ability to breathe deeply. I’m so glad that everything went well, although at my age there were big risks. I plan to actively recover in the coming months and perhaps will be ready for the next adventure (but I hope not such a large-scale one).