I recently published a new post titled “Positive Distractions” which announced my pregnancy to the blogging world. A short, hopeful post of my initial feeling regarding the little line appearing on the pregnancy test.
We are now at eight weeks and while it is still a secret to most, more people than I initial intended know about the little human growing inside me. What can I say? I’m great at keeping secrets for others but maybe not to much for myself! Truthfully, I have a big immediate family and I have quite a few best and close friends so that’s why it feels like more people know. As I said in my first post, I’m not superstitious and if something terrible were to happen, I’d want these people to support me. Most are over the moon, excited and happy for us. We’ve been through a lot as a couple of the last 6 months so some were probably slightly worried about that but we’ve come out the other side stronger than ever.
I guess around 5/6 weeks the symptoms kicked in:
- Tiredness…scrap that, it’s exhaustion! I remembered being tired but not this tired! Probably has something to do with the toddler I’m also running around after. Many nights I’ve climbed into bed straight after Little L. I’m like Sleeping Beauty…or someone with narcolepsy!
- Bloating. Everyone says you show quicker with your second but this is ridiculous! There are days where, by the end of the day, I look four months pregnant, not two! My maternity clothes are out and I’m finding most difficult to disguise it at work. My department and Senior Leadership Team know, but the students don’t and I’d like to keep it that way until I’ve had my 12 week scan.
- Migraines. I got two migraines within a week about week 6. It was awful. I was drinking enough but I think it was just the change of hormones on my body that caused it.
- Sickness. I’ve actually only been physically sick once (behind Co-Op) and I blame that on the husband that didn’t leave me any butter so I had to eat dry crumpets. However, the nausea comes and goes. I find it’s worse if I think about eating something I don’t fancy.
- Speaking of the husband, he can’t do a lot right, bless him. There are days were my hormones really don’t like him. One morning he’d only been up 30 minutes and I’d had a go at him for three separate issues. Thing is, he’s actually being awesome! very attentive, asking how I’m feeling and letting me have more lie ins than usual. Making me cups of tea and anything else I want.
- Dreams….oh my god! Every single night, vivid, crazy, random dreams about everything and everything. None have been that traumatic so I actually quite enjoy them….especially the one that had Robbie Williams in – ha ha!
Within this second month, I’ve also had my first midwife appointment, the lovely Corrine who is the same midwife I had when I was pregnant with Little L. I was so pleased as she is so kind and supportive. She went through a few basics and gave me my notes and bounty pack. It did amuse me greatly when, during an unrelated conversation she said:
“Do you do any illegal drugs?!”
I know this is a serious question and applicable to some parents-to-be, however it was more the way she threw it into conversation that made me laugh. We discussed my birth with my son and how uneventful it had been which prompted her to encourage me to have a home birth. I declined for a few reasons:
- I know how much blood comes out and I don’t want that mess in my house!
- Little L needs as little disruption as possible and I don’t think I’d like to see it.
- I’m more relaxed in hospital, knowing I have everything I need for every eventuality.
- Our hospital has a new birth centre I want to try out!
This baby is still to adopt a nickname fully, so far it’s been called whatever size it is that week, for example, Lentil. Nothing’s stuck but I’m sure it will. We have an Early Scan booked on 21st May when I will be 9 weeks and 4 days, I’m looking forward to this and I’m nervous about it all at the same time. Like most women, I have days that I’m wondering if I made it all up in my head!
Mostly, this second month has been about being tired and I’ll be glad when the second trimester hits and I get some energy back. Poor L has had to deal with his Mummy playing from laying on the sofa on an afternoon and I’ve realised that I can’t pack as much into a day as I used to, or it affects me terribly for a few days after.
Still, it’ll all be worthwhile in the long run.