I think it’s fair to say I wasn’t the happiest I’ve ever been in the early weeks and months of this pregnancy. The sickness, tiredness and general feeling of illness coupled with the normal first trimester anxiety and hormonal maelstrom was not the best mix. The sickness lingered but did finally bid me farewell at around 18 weeks…a little later than I had hoped, much earlier than some people experience.
My last post on this theme covered mostly the lows of that time with only a few chinks of light by way of highs. Writing it was a purge and now it’s time for a celebration. What a difference a month or so makes! If you’re reading this in the miserable throes of early pregnancy, take heart…it may get a huge amount better for you soon.
Not Being, Feeling or Thinking About…Sick
What a freedom it is to be able to enjoy food again! And enjoying it I am. No longer do I wake up and struggle to think of something, anything to force down. No, I am a veritable two-breakfasts and two-dinners food machine and I am loving it.
Leaving the House
I HAVE LEFT THE HOUSE…LOTS. Yes, not only have I left my bed, I have left the house…I would go as far as to say that I am functioning as a normal member of society again. I’m a tired, achey, tiny bit moany member of society but I’m back in it and that’s what counts.
Ok, this sounds a little dull but trust me THIS has been the best thing I have ever bought, ever…no more nighttime aches from pregnancy hips and back. I sink (in a good way) into a soft, comfortable, supportive puddle of foam and I sleep long and peacefully…well as peacefully and as long as my son allows anyway. Talking of my son, he loves it too…excitedly exclaiming the morning he saw it ‘mummy you’ve built me a bridge!’. That may hint at who this is less of a pregnancy bonus for…yep my husband, admittedly the topper was a tad larger than anticipated but I’m sure he’ll get used to sleeping in the sliver of bed he’s been left with…
Ok technically one of these fell in the early pregnancy section but I will include them here now both have been dispensed with. Of course these are medical examinations and should be treated as such, but what a revelation these ones were compared with three years ago… I’m assuming some sort of training has taken place.
For these we were made to feel completely at ease; the sonographers were sensitive to the natural anxiety we had about our baby’s health; they were slow and thorough with both examinations; I was communicated with ALL the way through; they were completely considerate to the importance of these checks for the parents not just for policy AND they have installed big screens. If a red carpet and a glass of bubbly had appeared I would only have been marginally surprised.
IT’S HUGE. Well it is for me. I’m bumping about this time as I was at seven months-plus last time. I’m trying not to think about how big and unmanageable it could all actually get by seven months, I’m just enjoying having a bit more of an obviously pregnant tummy rather people not being one hundred percent sure if it’s pasta or baby.
A high and a low…I’ve got some pretty things to wear like this lovely necklace, but you can’t just wear a necklace, you’ll get thrown out of Waitrose probably. The trouble is not only am I rubbish at clothes shopping normally, I’m even more rubbish at clothes shopping with a toddler…well I’m not rubbish at it, I just don’t do it. I’m going to make ASOS my friend I think and in the meantime I’m having to be a bit ‘inventive’.
Although previously enthusiastic (if not entirely reassuring) about doctoring, my son has now started to take on some midwife duties too. He loves getting his stethoscope out and finding ‘his brother or sister’ then slightly crossing his eyes and staring in the middle distance as he ‘listens’ to the the heartbeat…or the drilling, who knows.
At our most recent actual midwife appointment he was given the Doppler…such concentration, then his little face completely lit up when the machine started fuzzing… ‘that’s my sister’. I probably need to think more about how to put that moment into words…it was the highest of highs.
Did I mention I’m tired, achey and a bit moany with nothing to wear!?