So...to cravings...not so much actually.
Before I knew I was pregnant I went off coffee, tea and chocolate, which should have warned me earlier to my situation really. Pre-pregnancy I could be a 5 coffees a day from the machine at work girl, but I've gone off it completely and haven't had a cup in the last 4.5 months.
Luckily, rather than having cravings as such, I've had more of a penchant for fruit, vegetables and water. Lots and lots of water. Wish this was my natural state, but I'm taking heed and am learning that this is obviously what my body (and the baby needs). I've heard some horror stories of craving coal and sand, so feel incredibly lucky I haven't headed in that direction (at all) yet!
I have however craved something of a non-edible variety...baths and the outdoors. I had a bath nearly every day in the first trimester (my water bill that quarter was astronomical) but now I'm down to about twice a week. Spring has finally sprung so I'm also getting a good dose of sunshine which is amazing considering I was miserable in the winter. I don't know whether I got a worse dose of SAD thanks to the pregnancy, but it certainly didn't get any better. But, spring is definitely here now, the birds are chirping their twilight song and all is well with the world.
Thursday, 16 April 2015
Wednesday, 15 April 2015
Dreaming of a Goldfish...and armageddon
I've always had vivid dreams, but since becoming pregnant they are spectacular. Who needs TV when you can dream an original masterpiece each night?
One dream had me knackered in the morning...for I had spent all night trying to get a suicidal-goldfish to stay in a variety of water-filled containers, but it insisted on jumping out and lying on the floor, only for me to scoop it back up and put it in a new container. I was seriously shattered on waking. Mum thought this was hilarious and that it showed my mothering instincts are coming out already. Dad thought that I'm just feeling like a fish out of water. What do you think?
Last night I dreamt that we having a pic-nic when three balls of flame descended from the sky in the distance, to crash to the earth, with a boom, luckily not near us. For some reason we were then travelling across the bridge back to the UK from Wales (I haven't been to Wales for months), when the bridge was swinging dangerously in a hurricane and the car tyres left the road. I knew we were going to plunge into the water, so I made sure the car door was unlocked, but we managed to fly above the bridge until Dad could land it again. I think this dream was more down to watching a programme about the most-likely movie portrayed disasters that are forecast to end the world, but it was pretty shattering all the same.
It's anyone's guess what will be in my dreams tonight!
One dream had me knackered in the morning...for I had spent all night trying to get a suicidal-goldfish to stay in a variety of water-filled containers, but it insisted on jumping out and lying on the floor, only for me to scoop it back up and put it in a new container. I was seriously shattered on waking. Mum thought this was hilarious and that it showed my mothering instincts are coming out already. Dad thought that I'm just feeling like a fish out of water. What do you think?
Last night I dreamt that we having a pic-nic when three balls of flame descended from the sky in the distance, to crash to the earth, with a boom, luckily not near us. For some reason we were then travelling across the bridge back to the UK from Wales (I haven't been to Wales for months), when the bridge was swinging dangerously in a hurricane and the car tyres left the road. I knew we were going to plunge into the water, so I made sure the car door was unlocked, but we managed to fly above the bridge until Dad could land it again. I think this dream was more down to watching a programme about the most-likely movie portrayed disasters that are forecast to end the world, but it was pretty shattering all the same.
It's anyone's guess what will be in my dreams tonight!
Up to now...
Lying on my bed, belly down, I feel different. I'm going to be different. I recently turned 34 and I'm amazed with how things are progressing. My whole life is about to change but the world goes on around us. Do all soon-to-be mothers feel like this?
I'm older and wiser than my teenage self...but I'm pretty sure I'm just as shell-shocked as I would have been had this experience come sooner.
I couldn't have more support around me. My husband has been looking forward to this for a long time (I've been more laissez-faire about the should-we shouldn't we debate) and our families are over the moon. Seriously over the moon and I can't believe how much this baby is already loved and it's not even here yet.
I call it 'It' but maybe I should call it Maximus...that's what my husband has nicknamed it. We don't know if we're having a boy or a girl and we don't plan to find out as we don't mind either way.
My first trimester has passed without me even showing or puking at work. I had a few quizzical looks at work about the quick-succession of doctors appointments I had (I booked in to see a doctor in week 10, she booked me in with the midwife in week 12, the midwife nearly had a heart-attack when she realised how far gone I was and only seeing her for the first time, so she booked me in straight away for my first scan which took place in week 13), but I managed to pass it off as back-ache.
It was strange sitting at my desk however, year-end audits going on and the office a flurry of activity, when all I could think was..."I'm knackered, nauseous and feeling a whole lot of 'is this really happening in me'" when I couldn't say anything to anyone around me.
I've miscarried in the past, at around 9 weeks, so I wanted to wait at least until the scan until telling anyone. I'll never forget lying on the hospital bed, waiting for the baby to appear on the screen, all the time thinking..."There's nothing there! I bloody knew I made all this up!" After all, no one tests you before your scan. The doctor and midwife relied on my word...the only thing that made me have faith was the fact that my 6 pregnancy tests were positive (I really wanted to make sure it was real!).
So...up to now...it's all systems go. The scan was a wonderful experience. Maximus was writhing around so much we got to see his brain, arms and legs and the picture we have of him/her shows an extremely clear spine. Strong back-bone our kid. I'm at low-risk of downs syndrome and so far my blood tests etc have all come back normal.
And me? Now the nausea has gone, I feel pretty good but am much more inclined to go to bed earlier than my 11pm standard...as for dreams and cravings....I'll update on those soon.
I'm older and wiser than my teenage self...but I'm pretty sure I'm just as shell-shocked as I would have been had this experience come sooner.
I couldn't have more support around me. My husband has been looking forward to this for a long time (I've been more laissez-faire about the should-we shouldn't we debate) and our families are over the moon. Seriously over the moon and I can't believe how much this baby is already loved and it's not even here yet.
I call it 'It' but maybe I should call it Maximus...that's what my husband has nicknamed it. We don't know if we're having a boy or a girl and we don't plan to find out as we don't mind either way.
My first trimester has passed without me even showing or puking at work. I had a few quizzical looks at work about the quick-succession of doctors appointments I had (I booked in to see a doctor in week 10, she booked me in with the midwife in week 12, the midwife nearly had a heart-attack when she realised how far gone I was and only seeing her for the first time, so she booked me in straight away for my first scan which took place in week 13), but I managed to pass it off as back-ache.
It was strange sitting at my desk however, year-end audits going on and the office a flurry of activity, when all I could think was..."I'm knackered, nauseous and feeling a whole lot of 'is this really happening in me'" when I couldn't say anything to anyone around me.
I've miscarried in the past, at around 9 weeks, so I wanted to wait at least until the scan until telling anyone. I'll never forget lying on the hospital bed, waiting for the baby to appear on the screen, all the time thinking..."There's nothing there! I bloody knew I made all this up!" After all, no one tests you before your scan. The doctor and midwife relied on my word...the only thing that made me have faith was the fact that my 6 pregnancy tests were positive (I really wanted to make sure it was real!).
So...up to now...it's all systems go. The scan was a wonderful experience. Maximus was writhing around so much we got to see his brain, arms and legs and the picture we have of him/her shows an extremely clear spine. Strong back-bone our kid. I'm at low-risk of downs syndrome and so far my blood tests etc have all come back normal.
And me? Now the nausea has gone, I feel pretty good but am much more inclined to go to bed earlier than my 11pm standard...as for dreams and cravings....I'll update on those soon.
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