:: the early weeks ::

It’s not longer a secret that Jase & I have our own little person – a perfect combination of the two of us – growing & being moulded by God inside of me. I had all the good intentions of ‘keeping it quiet’ for as long as possible (it’s such a long wait for everyone if you spill the beans too early!) but at least now I can share the journey with you along the way.

So yes, we were trying. This November it will have been a year since we lost our first little gift, and the timing felt right. 2 months later, Aunt Flo was late (which she never is) so I waited a whole three days (I know, I know..) and did a test. Nothing. Oh well, I rushed it anyway. I waited another 3 days – another negative. I spoke to the nurse at work and she told me to do another one after the weekend, and if that didn’t show up, to arrange a blood test.

By this time I pretty much knew I was pregnant.  Still no sign of Aunt Flo, I had the urge to snack constantly to feel right, and my shirt was suspiciously filling out. Monday I popped another test, only to show negative again! I booked in to see my doctor 2 days later. She asked me to do a 4^th test before arranging for a blood test. This time, there were 2 wee pink lines. Yiew!!

The good news was, I was already 5 weeks along. Not going to complain there. Doctor arranged for a 7.5 week ultrasound, as she knew my history and thought it would be encouraging to see the jellybean on the screen, and a little heartbeat a-fluttering.

I’ve barely had any morning sickness. I fell slightly nauseaus most of the time between weeks 5-10. It consisted of being repulsed by the stuffy lunch room at work, turned off most savoury foods (except bacon & eggs.... yummy!), and forcing myself to swallow lunch & dinner. Sweet foods (ie. Yogurt, fruit) went down a treat. Ok, and the occasional muffin or chocolate bunny. So much for my planned ‘sugar ban’ too.

Needless to say I nicely placed an extra 4kg around my back and thighs which I could not claim as being ‘baby’. I just had to snack all the time, especially at work, where I felt the most miserable. By 10 weeks though, it was all gone and I felt (and still feel) super normal. I can finally cut back on the snacks, and be a bit more in control about my food choices.

To be continued.

xo