It is utterly amazing how your viewpoints can change as your circumstances do. A few short months ago I could not go near a baby shop. I would get sulky hearing the pregnant woman at work laughing; bitterly thinking ‘Yes, you have reason to be happy. Just rub it in my face already’. Childish.
So tomorrow I will be 11 weeks pregnant. The nausea seems to be less now than it was last week *touchwood* Sleeping on my stomach is impossible. It hurts. My skin is very dry and is itchy in strange places, despite applying cocoa butter oil (intended for the purpose) or body lotion – which I am
A colleague of mine told me this morning her doctor told her it takes 6 weeks for your body to recover from a pregnancy. So I can only assume that my uterus is aching because it’s squeezing back into my pelvis. I wish I could tell it not to bother since I’m hoping it will
Luckily I got a good night’s sleep last night. I was so exhausted from dealing with the crisis at work and being emotionally exhausted that I hit the hay at around 20:00 and slept right through – even though Rudi said the neighbours were noisy and they woke him up. I slept through all of
I was going to do a list of things I’m grateful for – like I found at Wenchy‘s blog, but I’m in a super bad mood so I’m not sure it’s the right time for sunshine and rainbows. Although on the other hand some might say that this is the best time to sit down