Viral Pregnancy

I thought the constant nausea and vomiting was bad, but having a viral bug is just as bad, if not worse (sometimes).
Today is the first time in 2 days that I’ve managed to get up in the morning, have a shower and get dressed.
Viral bugs are crap, but in the early stages I pregnancy they are even more crap.
Normally when I’m sick, I sleep, cough, have the occasional visit to A&E to be nebulized and I stay in bed.
This time, thankfully no visit to A&E, I’ve been taking my steroid inhaler pretty religiously, but I have slept, coughed and almost fainted, then panicked as I thought I was having some sort of heart attack. Thank god for husbands who work locally and can be home within 30 minutes following a tearful phone call.
Viruses come and go, and to be honest I’m not worried about me being poorly (although it feels horrid) what I am worried about it the baby.
I am 15 weeks pregnant and I still have so long to go, and I’m panicked that something is going to go wrong. That my stupid virus could cause me to lose the baby. Which is stupid, as so many people, including my best friend who is a nurse and my midwife have all said that baby will be fine.
But it’s my first baby, first pregnancy even and I’m scared.
I’d like nothing more than this illness to bugger off so I can get back to work and to normal and be healthy.

Unfortunately I suspect this illness is going to last longer than expected in our household, as I’ve given my husband (who has looked after me without complaint) my germs.

Oh well!

The P word

It’s funny, before I was pregnant it’d take ages to get a doctors appointment or god forbid if I had to go to A&E, I’d have to sit 4 hours before being seen and then wait another 4 to be treated and discharged.
Now, all I have to do is start off my sentence with “I’m pregnant” and somehow there’s no waiting times for appointments or to see a doctor.

About 5 weeks ago, I started to get some very sharp pains in my abdomen. They were awful. I’d not yet had a scan to check the baby was “alive” and I was concerned, almost to the point of “what if I’m miscarrying?”.
I had to goto the A&E unit to be checked over and I was dreading it, simply because a trip to A&E often takes a very long time (unless you are dying)
I was booked in, checked over and discharged within 25 minutes. All a panic over not much. Turns out that those sharp pains are normal. They are your bodies way of stretching and strengthening to prepare themselves for the heavy load their about to carry.

For the last 3 days I’ve had a headache that jut won’t shift. Paracetamol makes only a dent, and I don’t want to keep taking it because of the baby, even though I know it’s safe.
The midwife said I needed my blood pressure taken to rule out any pregnancy related conditions, which at this stage is very rare. However to be on the safe side it needs checking anyway.
It’s suspected that I’ve contracted some sort of virus, but ill need to see the doctor.
Normally it’s difficult to get hold of the doctors surgery, much less get an appointment but it seems the gods that oversee the NHS were looking down on me.
After 1 busy signal, then a few rings, someone answered the phone. Expecting to be told come in tomorrow morning, I explained what my midwife said and the receptionist gave me an appointment for this afternoon.

Hopefully it’s just a bad cold virus gone to my head and sinuses and not something wrong, but either way, being pregnant certainly has some benefits.

I suspect it’s because if they didn’t take pregnant women so seriously, and something went wrong then they’d be sued. Shame it’s not like this all of the time for everyone.

Cookie Tossing

Still only a few weeks pregnant, this post will go out long after its been written. As said in my previous post, I need somewhere to write and whilst I’m not publishing just yet, I will be publishing eventually.

I’ve felt nauseated for a good week now, with Wednesday (18th July) my first time puking my guts up just after waking.
Then, nothing, for 3 whole days. Until Sunday (21st). Sat at my mothers dining table, and all of a sudden I’m rushing to the bathroom and puking my guts up at 10am. I came out of the bathroom to my mother chuckling and saying “welcome to pregnancy”.

I thought it would get better, and it did, until it didn’t. I spent 6 days, throwing my guts up, 4 of them bed ridden, unable to eat or drink, and being told that if I didn’t start keeping fluids down soon I’d have to go into hospital. I lost nearly 9lbs. in a week. It wasn’t the funnest or best way to lose weight.

I don’t like tossing my cookies at ANY point. In fact I will hold off on vomiting until the last possible moment, when in fact if I’d just given in at the first moment then I’d have spent less time feeling ill. I seem to lose my intelligence (what little I have) when it comes to spilling my insides over porcelain.
Apparently nausea kills off a few brain cells, which makes me think not throwing up is not a good thing.

Often me throwing up involves tears, snot, a red face and me comforting and apologising to the toilet because I’ve just fed it my lunch.

Did I mention how much I do not like throwing up?

So dear baby, please please stop making your mama vomit and I promise that if you do I’ll never make you wear stupid outfits because I think they’re cute and you can stay up late on school nights and eat candy for dinner.
Except, probably not. I’d just appreciate it if I didn’t have to throw up every day.

5 weeks

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.