I don’t think anyone can prepare you for that first bout of morning sickness.
I just remember the confusion that buzzed around my head of ‘But I haven’t eaten anything!’ I soon realised that I could be surviving on the purest of airs but it would still cause the luminous yellow bile.
BILE IS VILE.
It’s truly awful isn’t it.
So far in my 17 weeks with womb invader, I have been unfortunately caught out in the following places:
- A car wash
- A supermarket
- In my house
- In the houses of others
- In my car
- In disabled toilets
- In my kitchen.
The most mortifying and unfortunate was the car wash. My car had made it to the drying stage of the process and that’s when it happened. No warning. All down the side of my car whilst I tried to dodge and duck under the drying screens of the car wash. I felt like I was on the Ninja Warriors program. Mortifying.
But surely I must have felt sick prior to this. Oh no. Oh no my sugar lumps, I have about 5 seconds between ‘feeling’ and ‘being’.
YUCK. YUCK. YUCK.
And no, ginger biscuits don’t work. Although I am enjoying the excuse to eat biscuits. Nom nom nom.
I find out this Saturday (17th) if I am having a girl or boy. I have been itching to know for weeks and weeks but now it’s getting closer? Not so much.
Your feelings change as a pregnant woman, don’t they…(she waits in hope that you say yes too.)
You start off wanting to know the sex of your baby for the material, cosmetic benefits of gender specific colour and the up and coming Next 5am sale. Yet, after a while you start to worry less about pinks and blues and more about is my baby healthy? And how on earth I am supposed to push a watermelon out of my private parts. *Shudders*
I honestly have no preference. A healthy baby is my preference and I hope and pray that my wish is granted.
I’ll keep you posted,
Upon finding out that I was going to be a mother, I have experienced a real chocolate box selection of feelings towards it.
I felt happiness, which is the socially expected feeling…thankfully, otherwise I would have felt like the worst woman in the world. A general sense of ‘everything is fitting into place.’
I experienced worry, which I think is normal, or at least I hope. A real sense of ‘WHAT THE F*CK AM I GOING TO DO?!’ The only solution I came up with was ‘be more careful next time’ but then that’s obvious and too bloody late. I was, and still am really, worried about money and our maturity to look after our invader. Matthew still needs to be reminded to pick his jeans up off of the floor and I am quite happy spending days eating 48950 calories watching Big Bang Theory back to back. *Passes me Mother of the Year award* *Accepts graciously*
Finally, I genuinely considered whether we would actually be able to do this. The long and short of it was…yes. Woop!
I feel very overwhelmed by it all and if one more person says to me “Have you thought of any names?” at 7 weeks, I will ensure their name is engraved on a headstone. Eugh. Raging hormones. Eugh.
I’m currently feeling horrendously sick. This might be the set of year 9 books I need to mark over Easter though…
So to round up…all the feelings are being felt and appreciated…all at once. YAY ME. YAY WOMB INVADER.