Today, and in fact most of the days since I last blogged - have been good days. Since my horrendous sicking episode my hormones appeared to have calmed, Ixxy the embryo is clearly more settled in it's ways and isn't bothering its poor mother so much.
The deathly awful tiredness seems to have completely dried up - week 6 was such a strain, whereas now I find I have to force myself to get enough rest. I found a 5" pillow on ebay that I find myself fantastising about while restless and uncomfortable in the early hours of the morning. It's only £15 including delivery, I should probably just get it.
The idea behind the pillow is that you can hug it, put your head on it and put it inbetween your legs - which is basically how I'm sleeping at the moment with my duvet. When I get a bump, the internet tells me that I'll be wanting to sleep like this even more so I should probably listen.
Dominos pizza is still about the only thing I can consistantly keep down, and I don't seem to have got ill effects from it (i.e constipation, which I've had already while eating the most balanced meals I've ever had). Last night I managed half a large pizza (I can usually wolf a whole one without too much problem) and was delightfully full which helped me sleep. It was half double cheese, tomato and pineapple and half single cheese, mushrooms, tomatos and olives. Yum!
My weight I haven't been keeping too closer eye on, but it was 14.1 this morning and I usually gain a couple of pounds just by eating a pizza (I wish someone would explain to me how that's even possible) it still puts me at an 8-9 pound loss overall, but I reckon it was sitting more 13.13 before I managed to keep all this delicious food down.
I apoligise for the lenght of this blog but their are so many things happening - Ixxy is the size of a rapsberry and we are going in for a scan on wednesday. It has a heartbeat (unbelievably) which me and my friend might be able to see/hear on a moniter! I will blog that day anyhoo.
Alastair has decided he's moving out but the two of us are still on remarkably good terms, he's being very supportive despite deciding within himself that the child isn't his. I do wish him well, but I will need the other room, and it seems unfair to make him support me through a pregnancy he may not have even caused.
I'm a lot less stressed on my own. I have a baby care audio CD which is really good and is definiately letting me think that I made the right decision. I hope I did.
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