11 Weeks!

I don't really feel up to writing at the moment, but considering it's been a week since I last posted anything I thought I should swing by and let everyone know that I'm still alive. (At least kind of!)

The nausea seems to have amped it up a bit and I'm feeling worse rather than better. I was actually 'okayish' at the wedding because I was taking the prescribed medication. (But you guys know me, I really don't want to take it unless I absolutely have to, being at home means I can run to the loo any time I need so I can't rationalize taking them. Specially since I'm keeping most of what I eat down, it's only the last meal of the day that tends to make a repeat performance.)

Exactly one week till my first scan now. They'll be taking all my bloodwork then as well. Hopefully it'll work out, when the midwife was getting prepared to take my blood the other week she had 4 different vials out to fill out and they'll want to take at least 2 more than that at the scan.. that's 6 vials. At 9:30am!

Mark says he's making dinner tonight! An actual, having to cut chicken and cook it kind of dinner. I'm impressed. :)

10 weeks!

It has come to my attention that my blog so far has a bit of a theme.. "I feel horrible!" *laughs* I'm sorry I'm subjecting you all to so much moaning and complaining. In my defense, you should probably understand something about me. Whether it's a diary, a journal or a blog, I tend to write most when I'm upset, angry or don't feel well. It's my way of venting rather than keeping it bottled up inside. I don't have that many happy entries, because when I'm happy the last thing that occurs to me is to write about it. :) I'll try to add some more upbeat entries in so you guys don't think I'm ready to jump off the roof.

10 weeks today!! I'm very excited. I'm hoping for all the badness to start tapering off any day now. I might be being a bit optimistic.. but that's better for the baby and for me than being pessimistic. :D

I managed to make some dinner for Mark and I tonight. Okay, okay so it was ramen. But I still made it! All on my own! That counts for something. I've managed not to hurl in the past couple of days, (Shssssh I didn't say that... we all know what happened last time I said that!!) but my weight hasn't gone up yet. I'm down 5.2lbs since I found out about baby. Can't say I too concerned! I'm sure I'll get huge soon enough. Baby is already making itself known! I pulled out the measuring tape the other night and despite the weight loss, my circumference has actually increased by an entire inch and half! Which I think is quite a lot considering I'm not even supposed to be showing yet. I just know everyone is going to be able to tell! but we've got two more weeks of trying to keep it hush hush.. yes.. I know. We're really bad at that. You're proof of that.

Well I've got to go try and pack. Scott and Kathryn are tying the knot on Thursday and we're headed over to Fife as of tomorrow to start the festivities. I'm hoping for a vomit free adventure. (I'm sure they'd appreciate it as well!) I'm sure I'll have lots to share and hopefully a few pictures too when we get back Friday night.

plastic wrapping I hate thee

argh!!!! grrrr!!! Let the pregnant woman into the graham crackers!! What do they make this packaging out of... steel? feed me crackersss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2nd midwife visit

So I'm still feeling totally wretched. I did manage to act slightly normal and go out to dinner with some friends last night, but Mark tells me that apparently all I talked about was how rotten I felt! oops. I'm sorry!

Throat feels much better now but the typical nose congestion deal is driving me insane and I think it may have moved into my chest as I started the coughing portion today. (As always with the flu or the cold or whatever this ever I have an ever present background headache.)

9am this morning the phone rings and it's the midwife. 9AM?! She wants to know if it's okay for her to come round between 1 and 4. I mumble a half coherent "okay" and then have a minor freak out. I was hoping to sleep till at least 2! (I'd been up most of the night doing the whole not breathing thing.) and of course the house is a complete disaster...

I roll out of bed around 10. There will be no sleeping for me, too panicked about the state of the house. I make some toast and a fried egg, I find it incredibly yummy and have a cup of decaffeinated sweet and milky tea. It was all lovely. For almost 30 minutes. Then it decided it hated its new home and left violently. Not a pleasant way to start the day.

Afterwards Mark helped me get the downstairs in some semblance of order so we wouldn't be ashamed when the midwife arrived. We decided just to shut the kitchen door and pray she didn't want some kind of tour instead of dealing with it.

Irene arrived.. (yes the same lovely lady from the first meeting.) It was all very uneventful as I had already filled out all of our medical history in my case notes before. She took a carbon monoxide reading from me and I scored a 1. That's supposed to be good I think. At this point she spends 10 minutes filling out the forms that the little blood vials go into... pointless, because she can't find a vein. Shocker! I'm sooo surprised. After stabbing both arms and wiggling the needle around for a bit she decides she's not going to find anything and writes in my notes that they should take my blood work when I come in for the ultrasound in two weeks.

After repeating the same tired anecdotes she told me the first time she met me.. (I guess they were new for Mark at least!) She packed up her things and told me that if I was having twins she had first dibs. Odd lady.

The nausea hasn't gotten better at all through the day and I'm worried I'm going to expel my beloved poptarts at any moment. I had my very last American imported cinnamon poptart today and would be very upset if it got wasted!!

I still haven't managed to get out long enough to find anything to wear to Scott and Kat's wedding... which is, yes.. 5 days away. I'm just praying I won't puke at the wedding!!!!!

You've got to be kidding me...

Guess who's sick... yeah. Yours truly. I can barely believe it myself. I pulled myself together last night to go see Transformers with Mark while it's still in the cinema but less than a third through the movie my throat started feeling rough. By the time we left I'd felt like I'd swallowed fire. ARGHHHHHHHHH!!! I'm not good with being sick at the best of times and now I have to be sick and pregnant (for pregnant read: exhausted, sore, nauseated 24/7) So now I can't even live off cold medication like I'm wont to do when ill.

The sinus blockage and mucus fun is starting... so that will be a delightful addition when it arrives in full force. I took a shower about 20 minutes ago to try to clear my head out a bit... but when I started getting concerned that I may vomit in the tub I decided to cut it short a bit. (You'll be happy to hear there was no bathtub/vomit incident.)

I've been trying to sleep but the pain when I swallow and the NAUSE (as I have started referring to it) have me outnumbered and the respite of sleep eludes me. Which is why I'm here moaning. :)

I need your prayers guys. This is really doing me in and I don't know how to cope anymore! Sleep was the one thing I had left! I'm really hoping it's just a cold bug I've picked up that will be gone in a couple of days rather than something more intense like the flu which tends to knock me flat for 1-2 weeks. *sigh* Any mental hugs you can send my way are appreciated as well.

Maggie made me cry!

I'm sure it can be chalked up to the excess of hormones but do you know what that girl did? She sent me a care package of everything she could get her hands on to combat morning sickness! I just kept pulling one thing out after another... Three different types of tea, two for morning sickness and one for heartburn. There were these little preggie pop lollipops, chewables for heartburn, vitamins that are supposed to help with MS... it was amazing. Leeloo helped me open the box. She loved everything as much as I did. (I think perhaps she is overly fascinated with the smell of Maggie's house and perhaps Maggie's kitten.) It was all organic, specifically designed for pregnancy stuff and I was amazed and overwhelmed. Isn't she the most awesome? Now I just have to pray that some of it helps! (I have to say... just looking at it all made me feel a bit better! Gotta love the power of the mind!) Found Leeloo a few hours later wrestling with the box of Ginger tea... maybe catnip is one of the ingredients..... :)

This weekend was really rough. Woke up early Sunday morning to a gas bubble in my abdomen that felt like it was trying to kill me. Apparently I rolled around too much trying to get the bubble to dissipate and angered my belly. So I promptly threw up all the stomach bile I could muster. Did you know it's a disturbing yellow colour? Quite distressing when you KNOW you haven't had anything yellow to eat. Well I finally managed to fall back asleep for a few more hours but the day never did get better. I think Mark has finally started to accept that I really am out of commission. He was trying to fend for himself and make some pasta for dinner, but couldn't seem to understand why I wasn't in the kitchen showing him which pot was best etc etc. (I think the moment it might have clicked was when he came looking for me with a pot in hand to ask if it was the right one and found me with my head in the toilet. Does it look like I care which pot you use?!?!)

I'm finding myself really thirsty all the time... but if I drink anything my stomach gets really made and tries to get rid of it immediately. Especially water.

8 weeks 6 days... that means 3 weeks 1 day till 12 weeks. Wouldn't it be amazing if the nausea magically switched off at exactly 12 weeks? (Not that I would complain if it decided to go away before then!)

Elmer's glue?!?

Why would someone make a heartburn and indigestion liquid with the consistency of Elmer's glue? How are you supposed to swallow that? Seriously! I almost gagged trying to get it down. To its credit it did seems to actually work so that's a plus... but just the idea of having to swallow this strange liquid again makes me tremble with fear.

8 weeks and 1 day today! Less than 4 weeks till my first ultrasound! Scheduled for bright and early July 28th. Can't wait to see if everything is going okay... and then I'll actually be able to tell everyone instead of people wondering why I seem to be permanently out of commission!

Missed a package today. I heard the doorbell go but there was no way I was leaping out of bed and down a flight of stairs to get the door. Poor postman would definitely have been met anything left in my stomach. Getting up fast is just NOT POSSIBLE anymore. I need at least 20 minutes to convince my body that we are actually going to stand up and that (please please) it shouldn't vomit as soon as I'm upright.

Was weak and gave the cat some wet food today. Why does she have to be so darn cute and furry?!?! (I regretted it, but she seemed thrilled.)

Mark's on his way home and I promised that I'd try to have some kind of food waiting for him... don't know that was a wise plan... but I can at least try right? Wish me luck!