Wow! The 3rd January feels like a
lifetime ago since I last blogged. It is fair to stay a lost has changed but first back to the beginning . . .
So once the screaming died down the sickness began. And once it
began it didn’t stop! I saw myself as quite lucky that I didn’t actually feel
that sick; it would just suddenly hit me and before I knew it I was racing to
the toilet, clutching my mouth shut!!
For the first time I felt actual genuine
love from my cat, who would sit by me as I was clutching the porcelain bowl at
3am. I am still not sure if it was care and concern or just curiosity as to
what the hell I was doing at crazy O’Clock!
Whilst puking constantly is not that much
fun, it was weirdly nice to have actual proof that I was pregnant. I was very
pleased when the midwife told me that it’s the sign of a really healthy baby.
She was probably just pacifying me but it worked anyway. Especially as I was
getting fed up of the smug people who seemed to enjoy telling me (between
retches) that they weren’t sick once when they were pregnant. Grrrrrrrr
It is those moments of illness that
you really can rely on your other half. My wonderful husband rushed to the
shops to make me a ‘Morning Sickness Recovery Pack.’ *Side note* Why do they call it
morning sickness? Because from what I experienced it really is any time of the
day!
-Lucozade ice cubes
-Ginger oat biscuits
- Mint imperials
- Salt and vinegar crisps (Fortunately, I was
not one of these people who can’t eat!)
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