So it’s official we are 12 weeks + 3 days pregnant. Mark and I go for our 12 week booking scan tomorrow. So exciting! Not entirely sure what this blog is all about; I just know I want to document and share this pregnancy journey with anyone who wants to read it I suppose.
My cycles are always pretty regular and I experience all the dreaded pre-menstrual symptoms including mood swings, cramping and the urge to eat every bit of chocolate in the universe, so I’m always aware of when to expect Aunt Flo to make her appearance. However, these particular few weeks before my period was due, I had been working night shifts, and if there are any nurses reading who are not regular night shift workers, you will know how much it f**ks up your whole body when you get a few weeks of nights. It basically gives you the same symptoms of PMS (IMO anyway).
Fast forward one week and back onto day shift work, I was emptying a patients stoma bag (for anyone who doesn’t know, a stoma is a small opening on a person’s tummy which is surgically formed to divert faeces into a pouch on the abdomen, instead of from the back passage) when I began to feel my stomach churning and was overcome with extreme feelings of nausea. Bear in mind I have been doing this for many years and never have I felt this way. I knew instantly what was going on… I suddenly realised my period was over a week late, I was nauseated, my boobs were like rocks. I grabbed a pregnancy test from the cupboard and took myself to the staff bathroom; wee’d on the stick and voila… two bright red lines appeared instantly.
OH MY GOD IM PREGNANT…..AGAIN! I shit myself (yes I am 26, married, my husband and I both have good careers, never mind a 6 year old daughter and 7 year old son)…. I came back from the bathroom and two of my work friends were sitting and knew instantly by my face what had just happened. We all ran into the store room and had a little EEEEEKK moment. So I had calculated that I was 3 weeks from conception but since it’s counted from the date of your last menstrual cycle I was 5 weeks.
Mark was on a night out with the football team that evening when I let him know the news, he arrived home at 2.30am, pretty drunk with a large pizza for the pregnant one, if that is not true love I don’t know what is. We were so excited to tell everyone our news.
We told our parents by giving them a box of buns with a message on the inside which read “Eat up, my mommy does not want to be the only one with a belly. Love Baby Graham No.3”
We didn’t intend on telling Lucas, Ella or the rest of our friends and family until we had our 12 week scan and were sure that all was ok with our little button. However, a close family member betrayed us and took the liberty of telling people our news; including my own best friend/cousin before we had the opportunity to tell them ourselves (I know, how rude!). To this day she still hasn’t congratulated us or apologised for her wrong doing. So on that note we felt that we had to tell everyone, including the kids because we wanted it to come from us and not from anyone else.
Ella had a baby sister on her Christmas wish list for a few years… so we thought than no better way to tell them they are getting a new sibling, than to bring back Nat our Elf on the Shelf. We filled a little box full of baby goods and a letter telling them the news. Lucas was so pleased and just couldn’t believe it, although Ella thought that a kitten would probably have done the job… kids eh?
Weeks 6 – 12 of pregnancy were absolutely horrible. I know how blessed I am to be able to carry children and I am so thankful for that. But holy cow is pregnancy tough. Constant sickness, tummy pain, back pain, boob pain, constipation, and diarrhea. Even with the extreme sickness I felt like I had to keep eating as an empty stomach made it much worse and all I could stomach was white bread and chips… leading to a weight gain of 11lbs in just six short weeks.
During my 8th week of pregnancy, I woke up with excruciating left sided pelvic pain. I rang the early pregnancy clinic at our local hospital, who advised me to come up as it sounds like I could be having an ectopic pregnancy. When I heard those words I felt the blood drain from me, I felt sick to my stomach. So up we went thinking the absolute worst, I had mentally prepared myself for surgery. I had to have a transvaginal ultrasound scan because I was only 8 weeks, where little button popped up on the screen, the heart beating as clear as day and right in the womb where it should be. Phew, what a relief. But I was still in a lot of pain, where was this coming from? Oh just a little 4cm ovarian cyst, which still causes me a fair bit of bother on a daily basis; but I can put up with that knowing my little button is all fine.
The first 12 weeks of pregnancy have had their ups and downs but I just cannot wait to see what the next 12 bring. Thank you all of you who have made it to the end of my first blog post!
(The Pyjama Mama)