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Week 10 – Monday-Sunday Mon 29th August – Sun 4th September 2005 For some reason I thought that the worst of the pregnancy symptoms – extreme tiredness, exhaustion, nausea etc – would begin to ease towards to end of the first trimester. As I entered into my 10th week however it became apparent that they were just going to get worse. The week started fairly well with Monday being a bank holiday. We were still at my mum’s in Kent, the weather was hot and sunny and we were able to enjoy a BBQ and sit out in the garden. I felt fairly nauseous all day but I managed to distract myself with hoovering out the car and watching endless episode of Location Location Location on cable. Hubby and I ventured to Mothercare to look at scary maternity bras. For some reason the manufacturers of these items seems to think that once you become pregnant and your boobs start to grow you will only want to wear bras that are white and covered all over in chunky lace. All I want is a nice plain, non wired, non lacy, non seamed black bra that’ll be comfortable, won’t make my boobs look lumpy through a t-shirt and will support my ever growing boobies. The search will continue. Whilst in Mothercare my midwife called me for the first time to arrange a meeting. We arranged to meet on Monday 5th September, the first day of my fortnight annual leave. I was pleased to have some kind of professional antenatal contact at last, until now it’s kind of felt a bit unreal, but now with a midwife appointment booked and out first scan only two weeks ago it’s all becoming reality. I don’t quite know how I survived my last four days at work before my annual leave. From Tuesday to Friday I felt as though someone had drugged my cornflakes with Night Nurse. My limbs seemed to work just long enough to get me to work, but I have no idea how I kept myself upright to get through the day and home again. My bones were made of jelly, my limbs filled with molten lead. I seem to have lost my memory and I can no longer type properly as my fingers just don’t seem to hit the right keys, considering I am a touch-typist with eight years of experience this is very annoying. Every evening a pounding headache would set in, I have developed bags and dark circles under my eyes, no amount of sleep seems to help. Water smells strangely of asparagus, I smell things in the air that others cannot. Salad makes me feel sick, but then, so does everything else. I was just about managing to get through the day without being sick or falling asleep on my keyboard. Then I would somehow survive the tube journey home, where I would try to muster enough energy to eat something, then pass out in an exhausted heap on the sofa. Several nights we just went to bed at 9pm so that Hubby could watch telly safe in the knowledge that he wouldn’t later have to try to shift my unconscious body from sofa to bedroom. The books say that during the first trimester “you may be feeling tired”. Tired is not the word. There is no word to describe the absolute absence of energy, it feels like someone has syringed all the energy out of my body and left me in a crumpled sleeping heap. Ok, I may be labouring the whole “tiredness” point a bit now… On Saturday and Sunday I mainly slept in between polishing and tidying up a bit. Saturday night was spent at Bee and Ian’s for a home made curry. We had a lovely time, and I don’t even care anymore that I’m the only one not drinking, the thought of it even makes me feel a bit ill, and watching everyone become increasingly drunk is endlessly entertaining. We got back home at around 11.30am to find that the flat at the other end of the block to our’s was having a very loud party complete with DJ. I am getting increasingly fed up with where we live. It’s a lovely green area and is 80% of the time quiet and uneventful, but we’re in too close proximity to too many other people, I can’t wait to get out of London and have more space and quiet. It’s one of the things that’s really bringing me down at the moment, I feel so claustrophobic and trapped. On Sunday after watching several episodes of the newly discovered Monkey Business on the Animal Planet channel (I love monkeys) and sleeping, we headed over to our friend Simon’s for a BBQ. It was really nice, we just sat in the garden drinking beer (non-alcoholic Becks for me) and eating burgers and salad and chatting, very relaxing and just what I needed. Now we are back at the flat and I am tired and fed up with the state of the world and worrying about what we are bringing our child into. Still, I have two weeks off work ahead of me so at least I can sleep lots! Roll on the second trimester when I will hopefully begin to feel less like a zombie. The week 10 picture still shows no bump (see link to left). But you can see my increased boobies! And the dark circles under my eyes…
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