Trimester One's Trials & Tribulations

So this is it, we are pregnant. What do I do now!? I decided to call my local GP and let them advise me on what happens next, which was to apply online at the hospital and register your pregnancy. I then received and automative email to tell me it could take up to 4 weeks to receive contact and an appointment date for my first midwife appointment. FOUR WEEKS... that seems a very long time to wait to just hear from somebody especially when this is probably one of the biggest life changing events I have encountered yet!

We had roughly calculated that we were about 6 weeks pregnant, and I knew I was not going to be able to wait another 6-8weeks for our first sighting of the little peanut. I booked a scan for Valentines day as my gift to Simon and just nice excuse of getting to see the little life we had created. It is that piece of mind too isn't it. Like I mentioned in my blog before, it doesn't feel real at all having the test stick positive... you want to see it to believe it and make sure its all happening as it should be.

So I had done as much of the controllable as I could, notified the NHS and booked a private scan... now all there is to do is wait and see what trimester 1 (T1) had in store for me. Apart from the over the top reaction to coffee, sore boobs and then the tummy bloating, I hadn't yet experienced many other symptoms. But then it kicked in. The nausea, or as I called it...

The Constant Hangover

I must say I still feel super fortunate because I know many ladies who suffered with vomiting during their pregnancy and specifically T1. But still, constantly feeling sick and absolutely exhausted was just something I am not used to. I am the sort of person that just gets on with it, tries to grumble as little as possible and just put on a front and battle on. I think I did well to still do that but behind closed doors and for some reason it was particularly on Sundays that I felt my worst and would just curl up on the sofa feeling sorry for myself.

It was the sort of tiredness you experience when you are jet lagged. The type of tiredness where you could cry yourself to sleep haha, super dramatic I know!

There was one day though where I couldn't stomach what we had planned to make for dinner... Prawn red Thai curry, no way would I manage that. So after about 20 minutes of contemplating, Simon rustled me up and extravaganza of... Plain rice, plain fried prawns, a couple of baby corn (which I couldn't stomach) and then obviously some chicken goujons! (breaded chicken and fish seem to be the most palatable).

So weeks 9 & 10 were my worst, and then I suddenly felt fine again! Yes, I had come out of the other side... or had I?

Turns out that week 12 sent me into another spin of nausea and exhaustion. But I think this is the start of motherhood training... one thing I have learnt from other mums ver the years is that, no storm lasts forever... the sun will shine again. No low moment is forever, a brighter and better time is coming. So I feel this first trimester is the start of that. Taking one day at a time, seeing what the day brings me, tackling that day and getting to bed as early as possible to get to the next day haha.

Windy Pops...

I almost forgot to mention another symptom I experienced... the gas! From both ends! Burping all the time and then the bloating which meant the needing to pass wind all the time too. Not ideal, but a little funny at the same time. I remember questioning my mum once about her burping and she said "I never used to had indigestion problems until I had you and your brother!"... this is pay back isn it. I wouldn't mind if letting it out resolved it, but it didn't, I still felt like you could throw me up into the air and I would float off into the distance because I was so full of gas haha! Ahhhh, pregnancy, such a glamorous journey... I'm just trying to keep it real with you, and like I said, looking back on it, it is quite funny.

Nausea, tiredness, soreness, bloating and being burping Burty like I said isn't glamorous, and some of it really isn't nice (and to be honest I've been let off very lightly as I know some ladies really get a rough time) but at the same time it is all just so fascinating. I am growing a human being in side of me... Let me just repeat that, I AM GROWING A HUMAN BEING INSIDE OF ME. Its no wonder I feel sick and tired and all of the above. The most miraculous scientific creation is happening and I find it mind boggling. Its just the most insane and wonderful situation which I will never take for granted.

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