Week 10 - Quarter of the way through!!

Blimey that sounds so strange to say, a quarter of the way through. Of course it is the easy quarter because you don't know anything about impending parenthood for the first half of it, but still, in terms of symptoms, it has been a long hard slog.

Apparently this week my 'morning' sickness comes to a head - which is nice.

My bra has now reached critical mass and I am in danger of exploding out of it if I don't buy a bigger one soon. I'm trying to hold out until 12 weeks though, not because I want to be mistaken for a working girl, but because it feels like a good reward to finally go and invest in maternity clothing more generally once the first trimester is well and truly gone.

In other exciting news, I had my midwife appointment (finally) last Saturday and it was another HUGE let-down, all we did was fill in forms!!! I was quite chuffed that my BMI was classed as healthy, and my blood pressure was 100/60 which is about normal for me. I was less chuffed with the spiel I got about "only being allowed to have a home birth if ..." but I smiled wryly and let it all wash over my head rather than educate my lovely midwife student that in fact, they are the ones that being allowed to tend to me, not I who is allowed to receive their care.

Anyway, final bit of news is that we told Gran and Gramps Garcia what's been going on, and they were delighted. I don't think they will ever forget where they were told either, seeing as we were on a steam train in the Leicestershire countryside at the time.

And why not, you only get to give news like this once :-)

Week 9 - I am SnotMonkey

I have decided something, the first trimester is a lonely place to be.

On top of the usual limitations to my day, I now have an absolutely horrible cold, which clearly I can do nothing about except sniffle dejectedly and hobble off to bed early.

Keith has been great taking the boys out on his own, but he has also been off down the pub and staying up late surfing the web and it has left me feeling really isolated and lonely.

I wish I had more energy, and that I didn't cough and sneeze and generally sound like the mating call of an Elk every time I open my mouth.

On top of that most of my more obvious symptoms have vanished. The tugging and aching I mean which has left me with a slight concern that I might have magically absorbed the poor little Maybe. Silly I know.

On a slightly brighter note, I have my booking appointment on Saturday and Sal and I have made plans for a picnic in the near future where we get to lie like beached whales beside the river and the boys get to feed us jelly and jam tarts (and possibly something of nutritional value as well). Now we just need to find a date ...

Midwifes and Scans

Well the midwife appointment didn't go quite to plan in that we didn't have a full booking appointment. But we did book the booking appointment and it's for Saturday 21st March, at home, which I think is very civilised, although I will now have to get Keith to hoover (Bah!!) and banish the hounds (double bah!!)

One thing that did come out of the meeting though was that my midwife likes home births .... HUZZAH!!!! ... so hopefully there is one less fight I have to have. Which is SUCH a relief, honestly I can't tell you!!

In other news, I have my first scan booked and with no small amount of palaver. The lady on the end of phone seemed determined to put me off until after the 21st because my midwife hadn't counselled me in Down's Syndrome yet. It wasn't until I pointed out to her that I didn't want to be scanned anyway that she finally let me have my date. Lucky she did too, because it turns out to be just after my appointment with my consultant Mr B. So not only am I going to have to sit through the tornado of Mr B throwing information at me in his own inimitable way, I'm going to have to do it with a full bladder too!!!

None of which seems to matter right now though because for some strange reason, I'm just a little bit looking forward to it.

Week 7: Morning Sickness

The curious thing about being pregnant is that symptoms don't perform a nice neat little relay race, they tend to hang about and wait for their mates to join in.

Now, in addition to bone crushing tiredness and sore boobs, we have a new playmate, morning sickness.

In fact what we have is "can't go near a car unless I'm driving it, or in fact eat anything with a soupcon of fat without wanting to hurl" sickness. BAH.

Just my luck too that it should choose to appear on a recent trip for Keith's birthday. We were over in Gib visiting family, and had decided to take a day trip to the mountains. By the time we got there I thought I was going to hurl. By the time we got back that evening, I thought I was going to die.

None of which is made any easier by the fact that nobody else knew I was expecting, although I think by the end of the weeek they suspected.

That's a really weird thing about being in this position, you desperately want to tell everyone, as Keith put it, shout it from the rooftops. But you daren't, just in case. It's early days yet and things can happen.

We've taken the attitude that we'll tell people face to face as we see them - except for the family in Gib which was really a case of bad timing because I wanted to tell my olds first and we're not seeing them until next weekend.

In other news, I have my booking appointment today, and I am very excited by the prospect. I will report back. Yes.