Pregnancy Diary Six Weeks.
I wrote all of this when I thought I was around eight week’s pregnant based on my dates, but since having the scan it seems that I would have only been six weeks at this point. So here is my Pregnancy Diary Week Six (written 8th October).
The nausea has hit a high!
Monday morning and not only did I switch my alarm off and go back to sleep but there’s a smelly man on the bus. The smell is wafting and it’s taking all my energy not to be sick on the head of the girl in front of me.
I’m starving but I don’t fancy anything unless it has cheese in/on it. I’m loving those Tuc Cheese Sandwiches, crackers and cheese, crisps and a lump of cheese, cheese on toast or just cheese on its own.
I wonder how far I’ll get before I’m swigging gaviscon from the bottle.
I’m not sure if I’m going to get to the twelve week scan before I’m outed. I look and feel like death. I do not have any glow about me. I have the concentration span of a goldfish and am toddler foot stamping tired!
We’re off on our holibobs next week with the kids, our sons girlfriend, the in laws and my sister in-law.
This is going to be the test of all tests. Why am I not having a glass of wine and how am I going to disguise the sickness.
I could pretend I have an all week sickness bug! Hmmm I dunno.
Would it be so bad if they knew? Probably not but I want the reassurance that all is well before we reveal our secret.
On the plus side it means I only have one week of work which will make things slightly easier.
Today was possibly the worse so far in terms of feeling sick. The highlight of the day being needing to wee for the millionth time. After going in the loo and locking the door does the whiff of somebody else’s pooh. Hand clamped over my mouth I have two options:
1. Run out and gasp for air whilst gagging on an eye watering way.
2. Stop breathing, go about my business and get out of their asap.
As much as it pained me I had to opt for number 2. I was desperate to go and was just about to leave for a 45 minute trip home. I had to gather myself and act/look normal on departure. Bleugh why can’t people save their dirty business for when they get home!
I’ve had a little bit of spotting this week which has scared me so much. I’ve been obsessively checking and have been barely moving in case I do something to harm the baby. Of course I’d convinced myself that I was going to lose the baby and although the GP was great when I spoke to him, he did say that if it’s going to happen it will and there’s very little I could do about it.
It may be factual but not at all comforting. I’ve got my first appointment with the midwife on Friday and he said that she may book me in for an early scan.
I think that I’m possibly further on than 8 weeks but we’ll see.
I met one of the practice midwives today along with a student midwife. They were both very nice and asked me lots of questions.
We’re we happy about the pregnancy? Yes
Had I had any previous complications? Gestational diabetes.
All the usual checks such as blood pressure and weight. I wasn’t expecting to have blood taken today. My appointment was really close to Isabelle’s pick up time and I’m a bit of a fainter when blood is taken.
I explained that I thought I was further along than expected which has been the case both times previously. The dates are taken from the first day of your last period which technically makes me eight weeks today, but I’ve had a full period both times before which would actually make me 12 weeks pregnant.
Despite this, my scan was booked on my predicted dates for the 16th November. This seems like a long way off.
I was given an enormous folder which was packed full of stuff so had to cram this into my bag and smuggle it home before school pick up.
The next appointment I have is at home which the midwife will be contacting me to arrange.
How did you feel at this stage?