The saga of the sick...

Yes, almost 22 weeks gone and still being sick. Twice this week and counting, and that's not mentioning the constant nausea.
The first sick incident was over the curry pot hubby left on the worktop overnight. The smell was enough to set me off.
The second was a bolt of out the blue - feeling fine, driving home, oh my God, kind of a moment which was not too pleasant.
Basically I had to hold the sick in my mouth -pray no more was coming - and get parked before I could do what I had to do.
I was quite impressed at my driving while sicking skills however - and it sure beats the projectile on the plane incident of a few weeks back.
So yes, the sick is still there, but I'm coping better.

"And, he's not a boy!"

So we had our scan today. Two weeks ago I would have put money on Bam Bam being a girl, but since I booked my scan I've been having stronger and stronger Boy dreams to the point where I was convinced I was going to see a winky today. I've been referring to baby constantly as "him" as well which I was sure was my body's way of telling me I was having another little man.

But today we had our scan and it seems Bam Bam is more of a Pebbles.

Joseph, N and I are all delighted. N and I even shared a tear. I have to say the £79 we paid to hear this news, and to see our baby projected on a large screen - waving her hand, opening her mouth a lot ("typical woman, always chatting") etc was well worth it. The experience fantastic although it will take me some time to get used to the baby being a she.

I bought some pink, of course I did, but I still keep saying he.

And Joseph is even better. We went to tell my parents and family today. Joseph was hyper as a box of frogs and proceeded to tell everyone how "He (the baby) even kicked his own head" to which they all started to panic that I was going into meltdown.

Then Joseph announced "And guess what, he's not a boy!"

Brilliant way to announce it, if you ask me!

Half way there

Well 20 weeks today, 20 to go.

It's amazing when you think that 20 weeks ago there were two little cells, and not there is something which looks kind of like this (Of course, ignore the genital area, we don't know yet).

It's all amazing.

So, I've ordered a pram

Pretty extravagant considering we have a pram from last time which is in serviceable order (but takes up too much room).

Bam Bam will be ferried about in an Icandy Cherry which as you can see is very, very pretty.

Only problem is that now I'm obsessed with it. I can't wait to push it.

Is it wrong that perhaps just now I'm more excited about the pram than I am the baby?

(Probably because I don't actually have to give birth to the pram... now if they could work out a flat pack service for baby delivery I'd be dancing on the ceiling about both).

Brave bump picture...

At 19+1 weeks..

Things not to say to a pregnant woman...

Me - after a day of extreme nausea feeling like I might actually just take myself down to the beach and keep walking into the sea -
"God, I'm fed up of feeling like this. I feel awful."

Husband: "I know how you feel."

What? You KNOW how I FEEL? NO, you DON'T. You never will. You might possibly have a flavour of it because I've been a cow bag from hell this past while but you do NOT KNOW HOW I FEEL!!!

And breathe.

Can I kick it?

Okay, I've known Bam Bam is wriggler for a while and I've been able to feel movement since about 12 weeks.
But as for kicks? Nada! By this stage Bam Bam's big brother was kicking seven shades of you know what out of me - but not so this little one.
Yesterday I managed to get myself wound up about it (not that I find it difficult to get wound up these days) and after realising I hadn't even felt a wriggle in about 48 hours texted my mammy for advice (as every decent Derry girl does).
I thought it might be worth going to the hospital for some reassurance and sat down to wait for mum's reply - and there it was a pop - definitely a kick - for the first time, and a big old wriggle, and a few more pops/ kicks and it felt lovely.

Dear Bam Bam - four months down, five to go

And yet once again I'm not sure who fecked up the maths. I'm 18 weeks and three days pregnant and yet only four months... this time five months with God's grace (and if you are not late) I'll be holding you in my arms.
Oh my sweet baby, I can't wait to hold you and to get to know you. I can't wait to breathe you in, to smell your baby smells (the nice ones, obviously), to feel your soft skin against mine, to watch your face form 101 different expressions and to listen to all those delicious new baby noises.
I can't wait to introduce to your rocking big brother and have my two babies together with me, in my arms. I can't wait to have your daddy smile and look proud to get to know you. And boy oh boy, I can't wait til you meet your granny and grandad and, your godparents and guideparents. You are one lucky bambino.
It's hard for me now, even when I feel you wriggle (Joseph kicked at this stage, for the record... you are much more placid already), to imagine you actually in our lives - so I long for the days when you are a tangible entity.
For what it's worth, now I can no longer lie on my stomach. I struggle to bend down to reach my feet and I feel like a weeble although I've not put on any weight in 7 weeks. (You make me sick, you rascal).
My hair is growing at the speed of light, my face is pizza'ed and yet this week several people have said I'm glowing. I think it's in a radioactive way.
I still feel ill, my heartburn is chronic but I know - just know - that you are worth it.
I love you baby Bam Bam.
Mummy
xxx

Hyperemesis... and other joys...

So anyway, it's what I've got.

Sort of.


Here's the definition unrelenting, excessive pregnancy-related nausea and/or vomiting that prevents adequate intake of food and fluids.

Now I have the nausea bit and the preventing of adequate anything. Recently even water has made me ill. Mostluy though I'm not throwing up - although throwing up a lot more than I did with Joseph (I threw up once with him. I'm throwing up at least once a week with this wee blighter) but God the sickness, morning, noon and night. The fear that I could throw up at any time (and have, in public, the shame).
It is, in fairness only my fear of puking which has led me not to be sick more as I'll hold it all in as much as possible.

So now, at 17 weeks and some, the doctor has given me metoclopromide (or something ) which I've now been taking for two days. Now I still threw up this morning, but after taking the tablet my stomach settled again. I feel better -ish. Please God may I continue to feel better, as soon as possible.