To begin with I need to apologise for it being so long between posts, unfortunately my nausea has progressively gotten worse and I started to vomit from week 11!
I have been wanting to post but I have struggled to find any energy for anything else apart from working and day to day necessities. K has been fantastic, cooking for my non existent appetite when she comes home from work even though I know she just really wants to sit down and rest on the couch.
So much has happen since my last update. The sesame seed has grown to the size of a dragon fruit, weighing 190g and is 14.2cm from crown to rump!
At 7 weeks I had an appointment with my GP. I was unable to make an appointment with the GP who referred us for the fertility treatment which I was disappointed about as I want to thank her for everything she had done. However, I was excited to hear that she was on maternity leave herself. The GP I saw was also fantastic. Very approachable and so happy for us. She didn’t think I was being a crazy, over reacting nurse for wanting to be referred to a hospital which isn’t one of the two closest two us. I will go into why we chose the hospital we are going to in another post. The GP decided to wait till I had my scan the next week before officially putting through our referral.
At 8 weeks we had a scan to confirm the pregnancy so the fertility clinic could discharge as from there services. It was weird seeing a tiny little prawn on the screen and actually hearing the heart beat. Even now at 18 weeks it still feels so surreal that I am actually pregnant.
When we first got through our appointments for the midwife I was a little worried as I was going to be 13 weeks at the midwife appointment and 15 weeks for our 12 week ultrasound – this meant we wouldn’t be able to get the downs screening performed. After a quick call to the hospital it turned out that they had the wrong date for my last period so they rescheduled everything to the correct date.
K and I were excited and nervous going to our booking in appointment for the hospital. The midwife we saw was great. It was mainly filling in forms and going through medical history. I did take some information about the donor in case they needed to know they only needed his ethnic origins so they could calculate the risk of certain illnesses.
The midwife didn’t bat an eyelid to us being in a same sex relationship. The main outcome of the appointment was that I had risk factors for pre eclampsia as my mum had it when I was born and this is my first pregnancy – so I had to start aspirin from week 12 to week 34 (I think, I do need to check the correct week to stop it).
We had our 12 week scan at 13 weeks. I was half expecting them to say ‘actually there is nothing there!’ It was so hard to believe that I was actually pregnant even with being extremely nauseous and starting to vomit. We both shed a tear when bear cub popped up on the screen. Everything was looking great and the heartbeat was strong. I couldn’t believe the little growing, moving baby that was on the screen was actually in my belly! We managed to get a great picture of bear cub from the scan.
We had already told family and a couple of friends we were pregnant but were waiting for the scan to tell the whole world. Because we had been keeping it a secret, it felt weird telling people we are pregnant.
Unfortunately with being a nurse I have had to let the cat out of the bag a number of times due to some of the drugs that I can’t use or patients that I can’t look after. I think I have been extremely lucky with the people I told early as they kept this quiet and even when I was 17 weeks majority of my colleagues still didn’t know. K also told a few people she worked with (in case she had to leave for any reason at short notice) and they kept this quiet too – which definitely isn’t always the case with “news” at either of our workplaces.
I am off work now for nearly 4 weeks so will be interesting to see how many people know when I get back, I have already had one text from someone I worked congratulating me. K took the decision to tell her colleague with the biggest mouth after the 12 week scan and true to form, everyone knew within a day.
Apart from bear cub increasing in size massively and making me feel so awful, K and I have converted our civil partnership to a marriage with a big ceremony and big white dresses. I waited for my dress fitting as close to the wedding as I could just in case I popped out, lucky for me bear cub was happy hiding and even at the wedding when I was 17 +4 weeks, you couldn’t tell I was pregnant. Nearly a week later I think that I may have popped a little and have a little bump that looks like it won’t disappear in the morning like it previously has been (thank you pregnancy for the lovely bloating experience). Our wedding was amazing and I promise to dedicate a whole post to it very soon (and share the photos from our amazing photographer).
We are off to Naples, Rome, Kraków and Salzburg with my parents before they head back home to Australia – K is not allowing this to be called a honeymoon!. My mum is already excitedly organising her trip back over in January before bear cub is due!