Well, today, at 13+3 weeks pregnant, we have a peak of the nausea. Building up all day to a crescendo of actual vomit at teatime. The joys!
I feel positively dreadful. And very tired. And very very sick.
Today's worry: it's something more ominous than morning sickness. Which it almost certainly isn't, it's a lot like morning sickness just worse.
I felt better for about half a day. Yuk yuk yuk.
I am predicting a day in bed to be required tomorrow. Oh I hurt. Oh I feel sick. Oh oh oh.
Poor me. I do hope this is still a positive sign for baby.
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Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Saturday, 19 March 2011
6 sleeps!
Less than a week to go till scan, I can cope. And then they will tell me if all is well and single, or not. And I will know. Then nothing will change, I'll just know; it isn't an end point, it's just a stage.
Well, it hopefully isn't an end point anyway.
I can't feel my uterus. This doesn't mean it's not above the pubic line, it means I can't feel it. I don't think it's up high though, which means probably not twins. I do however feel little flutterings that could be movement which is very early and would be indicative of twins. And there is the fact that my bowels etc are currently located at the top of my ribs or thereabouts so that suggests a reshuffle is going on. Which it will be. But I can't tell what's there and what isn't usually there.
Symptoms remain sort of peaking. I have been exhausted today and spent most of it lying down, interspersed with nausea and the need to eat, along with the requisite hourly visits to the toilet. Boobs look nothing like themselves, as yesterday's changes remain.
So it doesn't look like anything's wearing off anyway. That's good, even if it makes me feel diabolical.
Next necessary purchases: nightwear and underwear. Both causing discomfort, and I've not started the grand expansion yet. Yikes. There are benefits to having your firstborn: no children to look after and a nice unscathed body with no scarring to be irritated by waistbands.
Just a moaning aside.
Well, it hopefully isn't an end point anyway.
I can't feel my uterus. This doesn't mean it's not above the pubic line, it means I can't feel it. I don't think it's up high though, which means probably not twins. I do however feel little flutterings that could be movement which is very early and would be indicative of twins. And there is the fact that my bowels etc are currently located at the top of my ribs or thereabouts so that suggests a reshuffle is going on. Which it will be. But I can't tell what's there and what isn't usually there.
Symptoms remain sort of peaking. I have been exhausted today and spent most of it lying down, interspersed with nausea and the need to eat, along with the requisite hourly visits to the toilet. Boobs look nothing like themselves, as yesterday's changes remain.
So it doesn't look like anything's wearing off anyway. That's good, even if it makes me feel diabolical.
Next necessary purchases: nightwear and underwear. Both causing discomfort, and I've not started the grand expansion yet. Yikes. There are benefits to having your firstborn: no children to look after and a nice unscathed body with no scarring to be irritated by waistbands.
Just a moaning aside.
Thursday, 17 March 2011
Can't breathe, won't breathe
Cough is vile. Can't breathe so well and back aches from coughing so much. Tomorrow shall see me attempt to see a medic. This not good, need to breathe. No it's not viral, it feels totally bacterial. Wish me luck.
Sickness rather excessive today. Feeling not being though, so I should be grateful. Melon may be nice but it does not stave the nausea the way sausages can.
Mmmmm. Sausages and bacon. Lovely. That's supper sorted.
Yes, I don't eat red meat. Usually. This is not usual and I do it for taste reasons rather than ethical so if I'm not off it, bring on the bacon. I don't eat fish for ethical reasons, that's quite different, I do occasionally have to remind myself that I don't eat scallops.
Mind is in a weird place, I absolutely cannot get beyond next week's scan in my mind.
Possible outcomes are as follows (in order of expectation):
1) multiple pregnancy
2) lack of any heartbeat
3) heartbeat present, foetus not viable
4) one healthy baby
I don't need to point out that 4) is the most likely, but it is my least anticipated. I am going mad. I don't think it feels real yet, seeing a real living foetus on ultrasound will presumably make it real. And confirm whether or not there's any viable pregnancy going on in there never mind two.
Midwife visit tomorrow (after doc for cough) - maybe that will make it more real. I live in hope.
8 sleeps.
Sickness rather excessive today. Feeling not being though, so I should be grateful. Melon may be nice but it does not stave the nausea the way sausages can.
Mmmmm. Sausages and bacon. Lovely. That's supper sorted.
Yes, I don't eat red meat. Usually. This is not usual and I do it for taste reasons rather than ethical so if I'm not off it, bring on the bacon. I don't eat fish for ethical reasons, that's quite different, I do occasionally have to remind myself that I don't eat scallops.
Mind is in a weird place, I absolutely cannot get beyond next week's scan in my mind.
Possible outcomes are as follows (in order of expectation):
1) multiple pregnancy
2) lack of any heartbeat
3) heartbeat present, foetus not viable
4) one healthy baby
I don't need to point out that 4) is the most likely, but it is my least anticipated. I am going mad. I don't think it feels real yet, seeing a real living foetus on ultrasound will presumably make it real. And confirm whether or not there's any viable pregnancy going on in there never mind two.
Midwife visit tomorrow (after doc for cough) - maybe that will make it more real. I live in hope.
8 sleeps.
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
One week, two days...
I can't wait! I can't wait! The scan is next Friday and I am so excited. Although this week is proving verrrrrrrry long and I suspect next week will be worse.
9 sleeps, including the one I'm about to have.
This Friday the midwife is coming to visit. I have seen her already (back in the first week of knowing) and this is my proper booking visit. Although as it's in my home, I'm guessing I won't be weighed or have all my bodily fluids checked for deficiencies.
Approaching 11 weeks and this is how it is healthwise:
Cold has gone, but a vile cough remains. Turns out non drowsy cough medicines of the linctus variety are ok for pregnant ladies and are remarkably effective in a well-I've-stopped-for-now manner. They're not Original Benylin but they do allow cessation of coughing long enough to breathe.
Symptoms of growing a baby at 10 weeks + 5: unbelievabubbly tired, despite sleeping better at night. Sickness is more in waves than a progressive worsening. My boobies are now less sensitive and although huge, don't ache so much. Stomach is a vast expanse of bulgingness that makes me look much pregnanter than I am, and which I don't really understand. I don't think I can feel my uterus under the udder, but I'm not sure. The udder is much pushed forward by something. Bowels? Triplets?
The other October 2011 ladies on iVillage say they can feel a hard lump, I don't think I can. Or maybe I can, I can't tell. You're not meant to be able to feel it above the pelvis till 12 weeks, so that's a good indication it's NOT twins. Unless it's quite high and I can't tell. Who knows?
For two/three days I had a very sore back, possibly caused by (minimal) housework on Sunday. Muchos pain of the tailbone, which made walking tricky, sitting painful and bending a thing of the past. It's still a wee bit twingy but mostly ok, being able to have a bath is most wondrous in times of backache. The Hypochondriac in Me (aka HIM) diagnosed an incarcerated uterus, or at the very least a tilted (retroverted) uterus, which would push against the spine instead of rising up out of the pelvis.
Cure: lie on front. Have done. Got better. Still can't feel uterus: HIM concludes that the foetus must have stopped growing.
Oh shut up!! Yesterday's test (just checking) said 3+ weeks very quickly so my levels are still very high.
And where was I? Ah yes. Backache.
It is a little strange to have backache; having been dosed up on some type of morphine based painkillers for over 18 months, other aches and pains were masked and unnoticed. Now - I have twinges and niggles. Boo.
I have done very few school runs this last week. Hubby can be ace.
Current "craving": bacon. Yummy.
9 sleeps, including the one I'm about to have.
This Friday the midwife is coming to visit. I have seen her already (back in the first week of knowing) and this is my proper booking visit. Although as it's in my home, I'm guessing I won't be weighed or have all my bodily fluids checked for deficiencies.
Approaching 11 weeks and this is how it is healthwise:
Cold has gone, but a vile cough remains. Turns out non drowsy cough medicines of the linctus variety are ok for pregnant ladies and are remarkably effective in a well-I've-stopped-for-now manner. They're not Original Benylin but they do allow cessation of coughing long enough to breathe.
Symptoms of growing a baby at 10 weeks + 5: unbelievabubbly tired, despite sleeping better at night. Sickness is more in waves than a progressive worsening. My boobies are now less sensitive and although huge, don't ache so much. Stomach is a vast expanse of bulgingness that makes me look much pregnanter than I am, and which I don't really understand. I don't think I can feel my uterus under the udder, but I'm not sure. The udder is much pushed forward by something. Bowels? Triplets?
The other October 2011 ladies on iVillage say they can feel a hard lump, I don't think I can. Or maybe I can, I can't tell. You're not meant to be able to feel it above the pelvis till 12 weeks, so that's a good indication it's NOT twins. Unless it's quite high and I can't tell. Who knows?
For two/three days I had a very sore back, possibly caused by (minimal) housework on Sunday. Muchos pain of the tailbone, which made walking tricky, sitting painful and bending a thing of the past. It's still a wee bit twingy but mostly ok, being able to have a bath is most wondrous in times of backache. The Hypochondriac in Me (aka HIM) diagnosed an incarcerated uterus, or at the very least a tilted (retroverted) uterus, which would push against the spine instead of rising up out of the pelvis.
Cure: lie on front. Have done. Got better. Still can't feel uterus: HIM concludes that the foetus must have stopped growing.
Oh shut up!! Yesterday's test (just checking) said 3+ weeks very quickly so my levels are still very high.
And where was I? Ah yes. Backache.
It is a little strange to have backache; having been dosed up on some type of morphine based painkillers for over 18 months, other aches and pains were masked and unnoticed. Now - I have twinges and niggles. Boo.
I have done very few school runs this last week. Hubby can be ace.
Current "craving": bacon. Yummy.
Saturday, 26 February 2011
8 weeks
Baby is now a foetus! Woo! No more embryo, which technically means we're past a lot of the dodgy might-not-make-it stages. Having gestated for 6 weeks, plus the two weeks of not being pregnant yet that they insist on adding, we have completed 8 weeks and so are in week 9. Which some things advance you to being 9 weeks pregnant and it's confusing me. I'm not entirely sure if the due date is after 40 weeks or in week 40.
Anyways, after the scan on 25 March that will be 12 weeks, into week 13 and trimester 2. I think. And I will know if there's an actual baby and if it has any siblings in there.
Sickness is less intense than it was, feeling queasy rather than about to be sick. Rather off the idea of food though, I don't really fancy anything and don't really enjoy much. Way too keen on chocolate and puddings though.
Boobies appear to have reached their maximum size and are less painful although still very heavy and sensitive.
Of course this brings paranoia of hormone levels dropping and all being over, but the fatigue is there in full force. To be honest, having had two chemical pregnancies, when you stop being pregnant, you don't feel LESS pregnant, you don't feel pregnant at all. You wake up just feeling normal.
And she's an embryo now, I would have major indications of any loss. I think. Except if it's a molar pregnancy, or a missed miscarriage. Oh shut up brain.
I say she: that is optimism, as opposed to they or he. He would be ok, obviously, but I need some female back up in this household.
Insomnia is wearing off, difficulty in sleeping directly proportional to amount of daytime kipping.
Anyways, after the scan on 25 March that will be 12 weeks, into week 13 and trimester 2. I think. And I will know if there's an actual baby and if it has any siblings in there.
Sickness is less intense than it was, feeling queasy rather than about to be sick. Rather off the idea of food though, I don't really fancy anything and don't really enjoy much. Way too keen on chocolate and puddings though.
Boobies appear to have reached their maximum size and are less painful although still very heavy and sensitive.
Of course this brings paranoia of hormone levels dropping and all being over, but the fatigue is there in full force. To be honest, having had two chemical pregnancies, when you stop being pregnant, you don't feel LESS pregnant, you don't feel pregnant at all. You wake up just feeling normal.
And she's an embryo now, I would have major indications of any loss. I think. Except if it's a molar pregnancy, or a missed miscarriage. Oh shut up brain.
I say she: that is optimism, as opposed to they or he. He would be ok, obviously, but I need some female back up in this household.
Insomnia is wearing off, difficulty in sleeping directly proportional to amount of daytime kipping.
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Humour?
The designers of the whole reproduction thing, as well as missing some major design flaws, must have had a right laugh.
What fun: to be insomniac when more tired than ever before. Tired? Yes! Sleepy? No!!! And if sleep does arrive, usually around about breakfast time, it is accompanied by bonkers and disturbing dreams.
Jolly japes: constant nausea; the whole concept, smell, effort and existence of food is repulsive. Yet the only way to overcome the nausea is to consume the vile food. In vast quantities because this is the only type of nausea that is accompanied by a insatiable hunger.
Extra laughs: the unquenchable thirst and a bladder capacity of 15ml.
Luckily the hormones make one chilled out and not tetchy or it might annoy rather...
What fun: to be insomniac when more tired than ever before. Tired? Yes! Sleepy? No!!! And if sleep does arrive, usually around about breakfast time, it is accompanied by bonkers and disturbing dreams.
Jolly japes: constant nausea; the whole concept, smell, effort and existence of food is repulsive. Yet the only way to overcome the nausea is to consume the vile food. In vast quantities because this is the only type of nausea that is accompanied by a insatiable hunger.
Extra laughs: the unquenchable thirst and a bladder capacity of 15ml.
Luckily the hormones make one chilled out and not tetchy or it might annoy rather...
Friday, 18 February 2011
This is not morning!
Morning: a time for feeling a little nauseous. Breakfast must be consumed early or nausea strengthens. Nausea remains merely horrid unless attempting some strenuous exercise such as standing up. The rest of the day passes in a tired fug of feeling queasy, very tired and incredibly intolerant of all smells, sounds and people. Aside from 3-4pm, which is zombie hour, it's bearable. Just.
Evening: 8pm strikes. The time when children are asleep and normality could be had. The endless fatigue of day could be relieved by a big sleep.
Ha! says the hormones. It's time for proper morning sickness! So the nausea escalates to truly debilitating levels. The sickness never comes, thankfully, but it feels like it's about to. Constantly. Movement is nigh impossible. Sleep would seem the best move, but no. Lying down is worse. Happiness!! Much sitting down required. Also at 8pm precisely each evening, the breasts increase another size and ache in a burny sort of manner. They are unaware that they are not needed for a little over seven months.
This all remains till sleep, which is elusive. Not at night!!! It's "morning". Sometime, as dawn approaches, sleep arrives and settles nicely into deep sleep just as the alarm goes off.
And so begins another day...
Seven weeks now!
Evening: 8pm strikes. The time when children are asleep and normality could be had. The endless fatigue of day could be relieved by a big sleep.
Ha! says the hormones. It's time for proper morning sickness! So the nausea escalates to truly debilitating levels. The sickness never comes, thankfully, but it feels like it's about to. Constantly. Movement is nigh impossible. Sleep would seem the best move, but no. Lying down is worse. Happiness!! Much sitting down required. Also at 8pm precisely each evening, the breasts increase another size and ache in a burny sort of manner. They are unaware that they are not needed for a little over seven months.
This all remains till sleep, which is elusive. Not at night!!! It's "morning". Sometime, as dawn approaches, sleep arrives and settles nicely into deep sleep just as the alarm goes off.
And so begins another day...
Seven weeks now!
Thursday, 10 February 2011
Hormones, more moans
Hormones, they sure do put you in a mood. I've been akin to premenstrual, but worse, for almost a month.
Irrational tears.
Much shouting.
Hyperbolic outrage.
It's fun.
The smell thing is not good, although it's peculiar smells that get me. Food not so bad as with the boys, although certain foods are icksome. Mostly the ones I am compelled to eat, like today's macaroni cheese for lunch. Yumtastic but smelly. And anything resembling fish, or potatoes bizarrely. Perfumes are continuing to be a problem, all perfume now makes me gag. Air freshener, furniture polish, perfume & aftershave, fabric conditioner - all vile.
More rage:
I am now being illogically upset at people's response to my news. I've told pretty much everyone now, even work as I am green around the gills and as skilled as the watercooler at remembering anything. And I'm not sure what reaction would please me. Bizarrely, I'm almost embarrassed to say, it wasn't planned and I feel that counts against me. I still want it, very much, it's an accident I've been praying for the last two years, but I still feel slightly like it's not real somehow. I've got a vague recollection of feeling similar when I was blatantly obviously pregnant with twins. Until the scan and the definite confirmation that you've got a real live baby or three in there, it does feel a bit like you're making it up.
Christ. Imagine triplets. I always boggled at the idea of how one could cope with triplets (arms = 2, maximum number of babies also = 2) given the restrictions of twins. I suppose subsequent triplets do have the advantage of additional arms in the firstborn.
I would definitely be feeling shitter right now if it was triplets.
Irrational tears.
Much shouting.
Hyperbolic outrage.
It's fun.
The smell thing is not good, although it's peculiar smells that get me. Food not so bad as with the boys, although certain foods are icksome. Mostly the ones I am compelled to eat, like today's macaroni cheese for lunch. Yumtastic but smelly. And anything resembling fish, or potatoes bizarrely. Perfumes are continuing to be a problem, all perfume now makes me gag. Air freshener, furniture polish, perfume & aftershave, fabric conditioner - all vile.
More rage:
I am now being illogically upset at people's response to my news. I've told pretty much everyone now, even work as I am green around the gills and as skilled as the watercooler at remembering anything. And I'm not sure what reaction would please me. Bizarrely, I'm almost embarrassed to say, it wasn't planned and I feel that counts against me. I still want it, very much, it's an accident I've been praying for the last two years, but I still feel slightly like it's not real somehow. I've got a vague recollection of feeling similar when I was blatantly obviously pregnant with twins. Until the scan and the definite confirmation that you've got a real live baby or three in there, it does feel a bit like you're making it up.
Christ. Imagine triplets. I always boggled at the idea of how one could cope with triplets (arms = 2, maximum number of babies also = 2) given the restrictions of twins. I suppose subsequent triplets do have the advantage of additional arms in the firstborn.
I would definitely be feeling shitter right now if it was triplets.
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
Insanity
This may turn out to be an extra one, because it is that time of day where worry, sore tummy and nausea* prevent sleep.
(*and the morning spent asleep)
Stupid stupid worry, I worry that I'm going to worry a problem into existence.
I have conflicting worries, which make less than sense:
Worry one: that I experience a missed miscarriage/blighted ovum and there's nothing there when I get a scan in 200 years time.
(actually in between 5 and 8 weeks, but time goes so very slooooowwwwly when you're pregnant)
Worry two: that it's twins.
Illogical, huh? One extreme or t'other.
I may have mentioned both, I forget. I forget most things actually, as the pregnancy progresses, the more repetitive these entries will be.
The evidence would suggest an entirely normal singleton pregnancy. Tell that to my paranoid brain.
I WANT A SCAN!!!!!!! The fact that nothing would show up yet is irrelevant. It's not that long to wait and as long as I feel diabolical and nothing falls out - it's ok.
Bedtime reading: What to Expect When You're Expecting.
Again.
Happy statistic:
Chance of miscarriage having not had one and having had a previously live birth is 5%. Even if I'd never had a previous pregnancy, the rate for age 35-38 is 18%.
Worry is a silly thing, it wouldn't make it easier if the worst happened. Shush shush silly brain. Enjoy the, err, something pleasant about this stage...
Incidentally, chance of second and subsequent set of fraternal twins is 1 in 300.
Worry be gone!
We still don't have any boys names and it's 15 weeks till we find out about that one.
(*and the morning spent asleep)
Stupid stupid worry, I worry that I'm going to worry a problem into existence.
I have conflicting worries, which make less than sense:
Worry one: that I experience a missed miscarriage/blighted ovum and there's nothing there when I get a scan in 200 years time.
(actually in between 5 and 8 weeks, but time goes so very slooooowwwwly when you're pregnant)
Worry two: that it's twins.
Illogical, huh? One extreme or t'other.
I may have mentioned both, I forget. I forget most things actually, as the pregnancy progresses, the more repetitive these entries will be.
The evidence would suggest an entirely normal singleton pregnancy. Tell that to my paranoid brain.
I WANT A SCAN!!!!!!! The fact that nothing would show up yet is irrelevant. It's not that long to wait and as long as I feel diabolical and nothing falls out - it's ok.
Bedtime reading: What to Expect When You're Expecting.
Again.
Happy statistic:
Chance of miscarriage having not had one and having had a previously live birth is 5%. Even if I'd never had a previous pregnancy, the rate for age 35-38 is 18%.
Worry is a silly thing, it wouldn't make it easier if the worst happened. Shush shush silly brain. Enjoy the, err, something pleasant about this stage...
Incidentally, chance of second and subsequent set of fraternal twins is 1 in 300.
Worry be gone!
We still don't have any boys names and it's 15 weeks till we find out about that one.
Monday, 7 February 2011
Worry, worry, fret, fret.
Woke up this morning feeling ok.
Panic!! Panic!!!
Except for the unbelievable tiredness that is. And the ridiculously sensitive response to odours. And the bloated tummy.
I don't feel particularly nauseous today. That's all. And everything's a bit SORE. It's normal sort of sore, not worrying or severe type of sore, but everything is worrying.
I do not need to do another test to make sure my levels are still high. Mostly because I did one yesterday. Well!! Damned Clearblue give an element of reassurance. I've *only* done about 11 tests, 10 of which have been to check I am still pregnant, the first one did answer the question satisfactorily. I did the same with the twins. Only 8 for them as you didn't get conception indicators in those days. It's a worrying time.
I have an emergency one left for next week, so I can have one final neurotic episode and then accept that there will be blood and stuff in the event of bad things happening.
Incidentally, yesterday said pregnant and 3+ weeks almost instantly. That's good. Although that does raise the worry of high levels again...
Oh shut up, inner pessimist.
I need to sleep. Lots and lots and lots and lots. And then sleep a bit more.
Panic!! Panic!!!
Except for the unbelievable tiredness that is. And the ridiculously sensitive response to odours. And the bloated tummy.
I don't feel particularly nauseous today. That's all. And everything's a bit SORE. It's normal sort of sore, not worrying or severe type of sore, but everything is worrying.
I do not need to do another test to make sure my levels are still high. Mostly because I did one yesterday. Well!! Damned Clearblue give an element of reassurance. I've *only* done about 11 tests, 10 of which have been to check I am still pregnant, the first one did answer the question satisfactorily. I did the same with the twins. Only 8 for them as you didn't get conception indicators in those days. It's a worrying time.
I have an emergency one left for next week, so I can have one final neurotic episode and then accept that there will be blood and stuff in the event of bad things happening.
Incidentally, yesterday said pregnant and 3+ weeks almost instantly. That's good. Although that does raise the worry of high levels again...
Oh shut up, inner pessimist.
I need to sleep. Lots and lots and lots and lots. And then sleep a bit more.
Saturday, 5 February 2011
Sick and tired
Well that about sums me up. I am too tired to do anything much, pretty much everything seems too much effort. And I spend all day needing to snooze, and then whee! Can't sleep at night due to nausea. Nausea: ever-present and everything is feeling a bit battered.
It's a lot of fun.
Today's considerations: do I want to try reusable nappies?
Conclusion is looking like no, because nappy rash is a part of cloth nappies and I don't want to do that. But I do feel I should try it, so I might on the understanding that they get ditched on the first sighting of rash. If we move house. I'm not doing endless nappy washes in a flat.
Pregnancy is a real joy of paranoia. Having got past the "I'm not really pregnant", we're now onto the "I might lose it" (which involves checking EVERY trip to the bathroom for blood) with elements of "the child might be disabled because of being unplanned" intermingled with my own special "it could be twins you know".
I don't feel like it's twins. Although last time I didn't really think it was until it was. And last time I had all the other paranoia and it was FINE. I was half convinced on the day of the first scan they were going to tell me there was no baby in there; they said there were two!
Delusion of the day: Creme Eggs are not a craving. That's being a fat bastard.
It's a lot of fun.
Today's considerations: do I want to try reusable nappies?
Conclusion is looking like no, because nappy rash is a part of cloth nappies and I don't want to do that. But I do feel I should try it, so I might on the understanding that they get ditched on the first sighting of rash. If we move house. I'm not doing endless nappy washes in a flat.
Pregnancy is a real joy of paranoia. Having got past the "I'm not really pregnant", we're now onto the "I might lose it" (which involves checking EVERY trip to the bathroom for blood) with elements of "the child might be disabled because of being unplanned" intermingled with my own special "it could be twins you know".
I don't feel like it's twins. Although last time I didn't really think it was until it was. And last time I had all the other paranoia and it was FINE. I was half convinced on the day of the first scan they were going to tell me there was no baby in there; they said there were two!
Delusion of the day: Creme Eggs are not a craving. That's being a fat bastard.
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Miserable
I am totally stuffed with the cold.
I feel constantly sick. I feel ok when I'm eating, then feel sicker.
My chest is inflating by the second, and it feels like it's being attacked with knives.
Waist is expanding rapidly.
I have lots of groovy books to read. The stage whereby nothing matters if is not to do with My Baby has arrived, although I do manage to cope with my existing babies. They are very excited, and may be of help as they will be nearly six when baby/babies arrive. One of the books is entitled "Pregnancy in Older Mums" as I have come across the "over 35" label a bit too often already. Paranoia central! It is a miracle, it seems, that I am alive at all, never mind the fact that hubby's decrepit sperm managed to impregnate my shrivelled egg. Such decayed beginnings could only lead to a broken child. That book is going back to the library pronto. I did get the companion to my precious Pregnancy Bible; a Pregnancy Bible for a Second Pregnancy. Woot! I was so attached to the original I lugged it all the way to Amsterdam and back. That is currently missing (the book, not Amsterdam), a full on search is required. "What to Expect When You're Expecting" alleviated the panic from the older mum book.
I feel very large. This may be due to constant eating for three days, or it may be due to excess children on board. I am definitely less tired than last time, which suggests it isn't twins, but I am starting to feel every other symptom just as keenly as last time. Who knows. 7 weeks or so till I find out.
I feel constantly sick. I feel ok when I'm eating, then feel sicker.
My chest is inflating by the second, and it feels like it's being attacked with knives.
Waist is expanding rapidly.
I have lots of groovy books to read. The stage whereby nothing matters if is not to do with My Baby has arrived, although I do manage to cope with my existing babies. They are very excited, and may be of help as they will be nearly six when baby/babies arrive. One of the books is entitled "Pregnancy in Older Mums" as I have come across the "over 35" label a bit too often already. Paranoia central! It is a miracle, it seems, that I am alive at all, never mind the fact that hubby's decrepit sperm managed to impregnate my shrivelled egg. Such decayed beginnings could only lead to a broken child. That book is going back to the library pronto. I did get the companion to my precious Pregnancy Bible; a Pregnancy Bible for a Second Pregnancy. Woot! I was so attached to the original I lugged it all the way to Amsterdam and back. That is currently missing (the book, not Amsterdam), a full on search is required. "What to Expect When You're Expecting" alleviated the panic from the older mum book.
I feel very large. This may be due to constant eating for three days, or it may be due to excess children on board. I am definitely less tired than last time, which suggests it isn't twins, but I am starting to feel every other symptom just as keenly as last time. Who knows. 7 weeks or so till I find out.
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Feeling queasy
Ugh. Feel very sick. Feel very tired. Ache a lot in the chest area. Smells are not good, especially cigarette smoke and ham. Ugh. Bizarrely, McDonalds cheeseburgers, which aren't even food, are appealing. Very appealing. Which is odd as a) they're rank and b) I don't eat red meat.
But I am official. I saw a midwife today who didn't mock or dismiss me, and who has booked me in, all set for getting a scan date and what not. I am starting to get excited. Last test today was very very dark, I think I can stop now as something major and definitely noticeable has to happen for it not to continue.
Unconnectedly to our news, today we got our new car. I say that, today hubby got his new car. Just as well, the teeny 500 had no room for babies, the S40 does indeed. Volvo love renewed. The Fiat was 16 months old and a frequent visitor to the garage, as well as being the unluckiest car we've owned. Fed up, hubby had decided on a new car, and with Friday's news, we swapped the tiny for the huge.
It's very nice.
I told one of the mums at school about baby, and had a right moan to her. I have the cold!! And I can't take anything other than paracetamol, which stops the need to keel over, but doesn't address the congestion. Still not officially telling anyone.
But I am official. I saw a midwife today who didn't mock or dismiss me, and who has booked me in, all set for getting a scan date and what not. I am starting to get excited. Last test today was very very dark, I think I can stop now as something major and definitely noticeable has to happen for it not to continue.
Unconnectedly to our news, today we got our new car. I say that, today hubby got his new car. Just as well, the teeny 500 had no room for babies, the S40 does indeed. Volvo love renewed. The Fiat was 16 months old and a frequent visitor to the garage, as well as being the unluckiest car we've owned. Fed up, hubby had decided on a new car, and with Friday's news, we swapped the tiny for the huge.
It's very nice.
I told one of the mums at school about baby, and had a right moan to her. I have the cold!! And I can't take anything other than paracetamol, which stops the need to keel over, but doesn't address the congestion. Still not officially telling anyone.
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