Behold the worrywart

This month, worries inundate Sharon’s mind as she enters her third trimester. 

I blinked twice and voila, here I am already in the third trimester. Seriously, where did all that time go?

I understand now why they say that the second trimester is the best trimester, and that one should do most, if not all of the baby shopping during this time. Feeling on top of the world, I was buzzing about like a busy bee, going out for drinks with the girls, cooking my favourite dishes while belting out ABBA tunes and basically being my old self.

And then I got bigger.

It almost seemed like my bump grew overnight. One week I was fretting about my less than average weight gain, and the next week it looked like I was concealing a watermelon underneath my clothes – developed without gaining a kilo. I promise you that I am not dieting. My husband would be more than happy to regale you with tales of how I can out-eat him, much to his alarm. My weight gain thus far has been quite slow, and I have been worried that I haven’t been putting on weight like I should be. I read pregnancy books and asked my friends and doctor about this. They all said the same thing; not to worry too much about weight gain, as it WILL catch up with me. At four months along, I had gained zero kilos, and now, at seven months, I have gained six kilos. Now that annoying little voice at the back of my head is taunting me, as deep down, I am now worrying about gaining too much weight! I reckon my weight gain has been ideal, but sigh, a pregnant woman wouldn’t be called a pregnant woman would she, if she didn’t worry about oh, just about everything under the sun.

I worry too if my sleeping position affects baby. Baby has made it well known his/her preferred sleeping position – on my left! Do you know of anyone who sleeps in only one position? Neither do I. Whenever I turn sides, Baby will move and kick furiously. It can be quite alarming actually.

I worried my pants off when one day, while reading a book, and sipping on a piñacolada, (fine, it was boring ol’ orange juice), I looked down and saw my tummy lopsided towards the right, looking like an egg. Was something wrong in there? I tapped and tapped my belly, pleading Baby to change position and not scare the daylights out of me. All this while the husband was going “Nooooooo don’t do that! You’re gonna squish the head! Baby’s gonna have a flat head!” More obsessive reading and asking around later on, and I discover that it’s perfectly normal. It could be baby’s little bum or head jutting out. Phew.

After reading up on breastfeeding, I worried about the potential obstacles I might face in my quest to breastfeed; insufficient milk, mastitis, baby refusing the breast. And then I read about the power of the mind. Many breastfeeding mothers say that they willed their minds to believe that they did have sufficient milk. When they worried about insufficient milk, it was almost akin to a self-fulfilling prophecy: they did face issues with milk supply. And so, once again, yours truly has one less worry to NOT worry about.

I’m sure that I’m not alone in this worry-filled pregnancy journey. All expectant mothers – especially for the first time – would worry about the well-being of their unborn child. You’re not alone if you worry about baby moving about too much in there. Trust me, when baby decides to have a day-off and just snooze in there without moving too much, you’d worry even more. You’re not alone if you worry about labour pains, stretch marks, weight gain and subsequently weight loss, whether you’ll be a good parent, whether your relationship with your spouse will remain the same. It’s natural to worry.

The worrywart in me tells the worrywart in you to cross each bridge as we come to it. I’d like to think that these worries that we have are but little indicators that we’re on our way to becoming ideal parents, for these worries simply mean that we want the best for our child.

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