I know it's been nearly 2 weeks since I wrote a blog and I need to keep this up so I can remember every moment of this supposedly blissful event. Truth is, up until last week, other than the occasional light headedness, nothing was reaally going on. I got really worried last Friday and called NHS 24 to explain my worries. "Oh my Goodness Mrs McGilvray, no prenancy symptoms at all. Well you better come in and be scanned to make sure nothing has gone wrong". That was what I expected the friendly man to say to me. I mean, I'm a healthcare professional, surely a healthcare professional worrying about her first pregnancy would make a fellow healthcare professional think maybe there's something in it. But no, in the world of pregnant ladies, I'm no different to any other lay pregnant lady with no knowledge of what's going on inside. The friendly male nurse on the other end of the phone line says, essentially every pregnancy's different, until anything sinister starts, there's no reason to assume anything's wrong! Pah, don't they realise I need to know, I need to know this baby's ok, I'm ok. I don't need to know I'm acting like an overly hormonal irrational dipstick.
Saturday came, me and David walked to Braehead, about 45 minutes away from our house. We chose a pregnancy book together. Dorling Kindersely, she always has good advice. There it is, in black and white. Sometimes, pregnancy symptoms are few and far between. It seems to me that worry is the most obvious symptom of this pregnancy. After a fruit smoothie and a gander round some shops, David and I left Braehead for the bus home. When we got back, David wanted to go to the local supermarket. Then the mysterious symptoms started. The room started swimming around me, I turned a curious shade of pale and I needed to sit down. I recomposed myself and we left the shop. On the way home, David couldn't quite understand why I was so happy. The symptoms have started, I feel pregnant.
On Sunday, I managed to eat the last curry and drink the last Irn Bru I may enjoy for a long time. You see, in the short space of a week, the vomiting has started. I can't stand to eat anything creamy, with a strong flavour or with fizz. David doesn't get the fact that for so long, I loved chocolate fountain shots from Thorntons, now, when I can enjoy them guilt free, I feel sick at the idea of them. I live on toast, potato waffles and, if I feel decadent, Twister ice lollies. What a crock of shit pregnancy is, the most enjoyable time of a woman's life my arse! I want to enjoy all the bad things I usually feel guilty about, but now feel like shit at the mere idea.
I'm sure it'll all improve in time, but for now, I'll continue to bitch and moan about it.
Bet you can't wait for the next installment
Jojo x
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