I’m writing this on July 21st at one thirty in the morning. I’m sick and in the early stages in pregnancy, 5 weeks and 1 day to be precise.
I’m hot, full of germs and wide awake.
I sincerely hope that the rest of my pregnancy is not going to be like this.
Morning sickness started on Thursday. Woke up feeling so incredibly nauseated and promptly had to rush to the bathroom to puke my guts up.
So far we’ve told just family that we’re expecting a baby. And I’ve told my employer. One in Five pregnancies end in miscarriage before the 3rd month, according to my GP. I’m hoping I’m not that One in Five. But if I am then I’ll have the support of my family.
I’m scheduling this post (if you’re reading this) for today. I suspect there will be a few scheduled posts. This blog is where I can speak freely (in theory) and be myself. A way of getting things out rather than doing my typical “hold everything in until it all explodes and leaks out of my ears” routine.
So if you’re reading this now, then I’m just starting my 2nd trimester.