It's all now very real!

It's now all very real for us - we've seen the pictures to prove it. Up to now, it's all just been C feeling fat, tired, sick etc, along with the (faint) blue line, but now we've seen the pictures at the first scan, we've seen Bubble's head, body and limbs. He was wriggling about a bit this morning, and we now know everything appears to be OK.

The date we were given tallies exactly with what we thought (it's now 12 wks & 2 days), making the due date in early to mid March next year.

I now have to get on with securing a job to take the pressure from C to earn lots - and that is not proving an easy task! I am working on it, and praying that I'll get to know of suitable opportunities, and that someone will see my potential from the application!

Feeling fat!

What am I? About 10 weeks and already I'm feeling fat. Someone told me
the other day that I'm beginning to show - and we haven't even told
family and friends yet. We've got a few weddings coming up and I
needed something to wear - I've had to buy a maternity dress to make
sure it'll fit me by the last one at the end of October! I just feel
fat and fed up.
We weren't going to tell family and friends until after the scan next
Tuesday, but it's Dad's 60th birthday next Monday and the whole family
is going away for the weekend to Scarborough. It's going to be
impossible to hide it all from them - the feeling sick, the tiredness
and the big tum - so we've decided to tell them when we see them on
Friday. At least that way we can tell before they guess or ask.
Everyone else can wait until after the scan - telling my family is a
case of needs must!

Morning? sickness

Hmm! I don't know about morning - it seems to get worse through the
day. I've only actually been sick once, which I suppose I can be
grateful for. But bananas are off the menu, and I'm eating constantly
throughout the day in an effort to keep the worst of the feeling at
bay. How long does this go on for?

Midwife appointment

Been for the midwife appointment today. Not too exciting really. Just
a load of questions to check on how things are and I guess to
highlight any potential problems, and a load of booklets and leaflets
to bring home to read - it'll take until the baby's born to get
through them all!

Just a slight debate about the dates at the moment. I know when my
last period was, and I also know that they aren't 28-day cycles and
the earliest possible date for conception was. It doesn't exactly fit
with the date they work out from my period - she reckons 10 weeks, but
I reckon it's more like 8-9. It's made all the more confusing by the
fact that the "weeks" aren't counted from conception, but from the
last period, even if your cycle aren't the "perfect" 28 days!

Scan in 2 weeks, so they'll probably try and tel me something different then!

Scan Date

I've now got an appointment for the "12-week" scan. How exciting! It's
9.05am on Tuesday 28th August @ the Jessop Wing. I could have done
with it being during the week before but there wasn't any appointments
left. It's only because we're away BH weekend with all my family and I
can see it's going to be hard not saying anything while we're with
them.

I've also got an appointment to see the midwife at the local surgery a
couple of weeks before the scan. Not exactly sure what that's for but
hey!

The start of morning sickness?

I wouldn't say it's sickness, I just don't feel right on a morning.
More like that hungry, sickly feeling when you're tired and haven't
eaten properly. Is it morning sickness then? I can cope if it is and
it stays like this. But I'm dreading it getting worse over the next
two weeks at the jamboree - Sod's Law says it will though. I can't
think of much worse than feeling/being sick at camp :(

What a difference a bra makes!

Just been and got fitted for a new bra after the recent enlargement
procedure - and now the boobs feel a whole lot more normal. Hurrah!
Although they weren't as painful as a week or two ago, they were
permanently feeling uncomfortable and the thought of two weeks at camp
like that was not appealing.

Not quite rocks!

Hurrah! They don't feel quite as heavy and sore now. More like large stones now!

Big boobs!

Grr! They feel like 2-ton rocks...

Names

I know it's very early, but we can't help it!

We're already making lists of names we like. And already there's
disagreements. But there's also agreements, so that's OK.

It's really hard - a lot of names we like end in "e" sound, or their
nicknames do. And they don't sound much good with the surname Pinney.

I'm thinking about meanings and not just whether I like the sound, but
Dave doesn't seem to bothered about that bit.

We want something unusual - so all their friends won't have the same
name (No Jack or Ellie here!) - but we don't want to do too wacky that
no-one has heard of it, no-one can spell it or it's just plain mad!

Due date?

According to the date of my last period, it's going to be sometime
after 9th March. We'll get a better idea after the dating scan, but
that's close enough to be thinking about now!

Just been to the doctor

A few weeks after having told the doctor she was out of a job, 'cos I
was coping with my depression, I was back!

But this time it was really nice to go. She was running late and had
obviously had a bad day - but told me that her news had "made her
day!" which was really nice.

Took my blood pressure - OK - and chatted about what happens next -
antenatal appointments, foods to avoid etc - and that was it. I
thought she'd want a wee sample to check, but nothing.

OK, so it's not that bad

In fact it's good!

I'm fit and healthy. We're going to have a baby - an exciting, if not
scary thought. And the rest will sort itself out.

Dave went to the pub last night with Mark & Andrew, so I went round to
Mel and had a good chat about everything. As that old BT ad said "It's
good to talk"! And I do feel a lot happier about things now.

I'm still hungry and my boobs hurt, but it's not that bad! God is with
us and won't let us down - and that's good to know.

Thoroughly miserable

Dave heard today he didn't get the job in Derby, which means we're
potentially looking at him not having a permanent job, me locuming but
actually not wanting to do pharmacy at all, and a baby to look after.
I know it's nine months down the line and a lot can happen in that
time, but there just doesn't seem to be anything even on the distant
horizon.

He's upset about it, I'm upset about it and it's all doom and gloom.
We're off out for a meal to try and cheer us up. What I really want is
a big Baileys but sadly that's out of the question now!

It's all a bit surreal

This time last week everything was just bumbling along as "normal". And now things have changed! One small bit of plastic with a couple of windows and a blue line, and suddenly we're facing a whole new adventure.
Let's just say that it wasn't unplanned, but wasn't exactly expected. To be honest it's all happened a bit quickly and that's what makes it seem a bit unbelievable at the moment. I was excited when the blue line first appeared, and I still am, but it's more an unbelieving excitement now!
No "symptoms" as yet - no morning sickness or anything - and I guess that doesn't help make it any more believable. No that I'm complaining though - I can quite happily do without feeling sick each and every day of the next few months!
I've got a doctor's appointment for next Friday. Last time I went - just about 3 weeks ago - was going to be my last one for a while. I'm off my antidepressants now, feeling a whole lot better and life is hunky-dory, so the doctor said she didn't want to see me again - we even joked that she would be without a job if I wasn't seeing her! At least I'm going for a nice reason this time.