They say morning sickness typically begins around the 6 week mark. Boy, we’re “they” right! At 6 weeks it kind of hit me like a freight train. It started the other morning whilst enjoying a lie in with Hubby and The Little Guy. It began as a gentle nudge of nausea. Then shortly after, I couldn’t help but feel as though the contents of my stomach were strongly protesting its usual confines and rigorously seeking a swift exit – up and out. I raced to the bathroom and ungraciously thrust my head over the toilet whilst I retched into the bowl. FYI, I find it extremely difficult to actually vomit, even at the sickest of times. In the last 10 years I can probably count at least 3 times I’ve actually blown chunks. Twice whilst being extraordinarily inebriated (very classy) and the other whilst suffering from a mutant strain of gastro that swept my kid’s childcare centre. I don’t know if my inability to follow through is a good thing or not? But what I do know is that for the last few days I have suffered from “Morning Sickness” morning, noon and (mostly) night. Not only am I left feeling confused as to why they call it that, when clearly it’s not just “morning” – very misleading. I am left feeling very tired, drained and very closely resembling a piece of crap.
In the last couple of weeks I have been suffering from the usual early pregnancy suspects. Most days are filled with tender breasts and when i say “tender”, I mean like, touch them and I’ll KILL you (sorry Hubby). Cramps similar to those of my period. Crying at, well, anything really. I mean (don’t ask me why) the movie Lara Croft: Tomb raider set me off in tears the other day! And not just because it’s really bad. I also have some serious pregnancy bloating going on. I seem to go from my current 5 weeks to (what feels like) 20 after every time I eat a meal. I mean is that even normal?
The next week I find myself in my doctor’s office taking another urine pregnancy test. Even though the at home pregnancy test indicated I was pregnant, I’m still finding it hard to believe and want to be sure.
Here we are, an anxious 2 days later. Now they do say the best results from an at home pregnancy test are given when you take one at the time of your missed period. But that could be almost a week away and there is no way I can wait that long! Even though taking pregnancy tests have become somewhat of a sport that has each time left me defeated these last 9 months. And with the possibility of yet another crushing disappointment, curiosity and hope have got the better of me.
Sadly the “conceptionmoon” is over and we’ve just returned to reality. Our holiday was pure bliss, Hubby and I really feel we milked the holiday for all it was worth and left feeling more than satisfied that we stuck to “the plan”. As sad as it was to leave, I couldn’t wait to wrap my arms around my Little Guy again.
Now even though I didn’t really write much at all while I was away (on purpose. I had more important things to do 😉 ), I did think there were a couple of small things worth mentioning. Like yesterday morning, when an abrupt wave of nausea came over me. I rushed to Hubby’s side, sat down, then proceeded to fan myself wildly. I slowly pulled myself together and put it down to just being ridiculously hungry. As yuk as it was, I didn’t really give it a second thought and off to breakfast we went. Except at breakfast I started to think about how my boobs had been really sore for the last few days. However, I quickly decided that I probably shouldn’t think too much of it. Yet.
Following the good news I decided to really get “on top” 😉 of the baby making situation. After telling Hubby about the ultrasound and the impending ovulation, we decided that we needed to have LOTS of sex, like, everyday. Besides, as this would be the first time we knew for sure an egg was on its way, it was time for a change of tactic. Read More