So, fast approaching Week 8, and I’ve realised I’ve developed a bit of a…habit. I know when I tell you what it is, you’ll think I’m crazy. But then, they do say pregnant women get that way…I just didn’t figure it’d be quite so early on!
Most days, I feel pregnant. I feel oddly bloated, my boobs hurt like mad, and random smells make me want to projectile vomit. I’m weepy at adverts, I want to sleep every 2 hours and I eat like there’s no tomorrow. But some days, I just don’t. Some days, I just can’t imagine how there could possibly be anything going on in there, and I feel the same as any day before I got those two lines. Of course I realise that it’s still so early on, and in fact should be thankful for the days of respite I get from the tell-tale symptoms. But on those days, I start to panic. Somehow I manage to convince myself that possibly, maybe, there’s no baby in there at all. And that’s how the strange obsession started…
On realising my very real paranoia of the situation, I went out and bought a whole bunch of Pee-Sticks. ….I know. It’s extreme. But every week on the same day now, I pee on one of them just to reassure myself – and I intend to do so every week until I get my first scan. Seeing the result just lets me know that I haven’t imagined the whole thing, and that everything is still happening as it should. Mr. M kindly joins in with my mild-psychosis and humours me every week when I come in with yet another positive stick. Thanks for that :)
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