Yeah, so I’m just gone 8 weeks pregnant ‘apparently’ (I’m still not convinced) and the only real bouts of morning sickness I’ve had where I’ve actually thrown up has been during my trip to London after feeling a little off and drinking a cuppa, and another morning after a bowl of weetabix and a cuppa. I’m beginning to think it’s either the milk, or the tea, or both, and quite frankly I can’t cope with not having a cup of tea as and when it pleases me.
Anyway, other than those two wonderful occasions, really, most of my time consists of running to the toilet, to almost throw up, but instead I just end up heaving with a sore stomach and feeling queasy on and off all day. If this is morning sickness, then I’m probably lucky, although I don’t feel it. It also sort of worries me, or not worries, just reminds I suppose, me that the old tale goes that morning sickness is worse with a little girl, so probably not what I’m having. After we’ve thought of a wonderful baby girl name (I know, so early and already having a name!) and I probably want a girl and dislike EVERY male name ever, I’ll end up with a little boy.
Wow, I sound pretty ungrateful. Obviously it means the world to me and beyond that the baby is healthy and whatever gender it will be I will love it unconditionally, but it’s pretty difficult to not have a preference I think. Unless its twins in which case we had one of each, but that would be the complete wrong thing to be wishing for right now. I’d have to give one away. In fact I’ve already tried to offer people one of them just in case that scenario comes into play. Oh dear. I should stop thinking about that.
Midwife appointment next week anyway, a little disappointed that there wont be any actually progress reported on the baby but whatever, lots of blood to be taken and it’s a step closer to finding out the progress I guess. When does this all actually start to feel real though?