8 Weeks!!!

Technically: 8 w+4 days today!



Things are no much different these days, but at the same time, I feel I'm living in a complete different world.



Week 6 ended up with that awful feeling of catching a cold. It started on thursday 19th February 2009, half way through my Civil-Ordinary course. My throath was killing me and my "healthy" appetite seemed to be dissapearing slowly. That night I had a horrible sleep. I went to bed at 8:00 pm, completely exhausted... Woke up at 1:00 am because the pain in my throat was unbearable and literally didn't let me sleep. I made myself a cup of hot lemonade with honey and went back to bed. After an hour and a bit, I was again in the Land of Nod. I felt slightly better on the weekend. The idea of having my first scan the following Monday was far too exciting to allow me realise if I had a cold, the flu, or any other illness under the sun!



On monday 23 January, I went to work (I haven't told anyone yet) and at 11:40 I left to Hospital with the excuse of yet another test... On my way to Ninewells, I didn't know what to expect... I had no idea if they were going to be able to see anything... What if there were two??? What if it was something else??? What if it was all wrong??? The internal scan started and within a couple of seconds, the lovely nurse said "there it is! Can you see the beat? It's more like a flicker on the screen"... And yes: I could see the flickering!!! Still no shapes or nothing, but there was definitely a flickering!!! And if the Nurse says that's my little pea's heart beating, Oh boy! You better believe it!!! There were also 2 small cysts but I'm not to worry about them...


The nurse told me that, as on that day, I was 7 Weeks + 2 days pregnant and that my due date is the 10th October 2009!





Here's a picture of what I saw! It made as much sense to me as it makes sense to you right now :) But believe me: It made me extremely happy!









That afternoon was a blurred... I went back to work, but my mind was foggy and I started feeling really bad, so I went home. I was unable to go back to work for the rest of the week. My inmune system was proving to be really weak. On Thursday, 26th January, I started developing a fever. Spoke to the Doctor and he told me to take paracetamol, as it s perfectly safe for me and, most importantly, for the baby... And, althought I wanted to be drug free during my pregnancy, I read somewhere that is better to take the medicine rather than fight the fever by yourself as it can be disastrous. On Friday I'd lost my voice. Went to the Doctor that afternoon. He checked on me and signed me off for another week...


As is my custom and common practice of always being fashionably late, I took some pictures of week 8 one day after becoming 8 weeks! So, officially, the pictures are 8w+1d :). The difference from one day to the next are not huge visually, but the scales suggest that I'm growing like a mushroom! So far, not counting the 2 1/2 kilos of hormones and water retention at the beginning of the treatment, I've put on nearly 5 kilos!!! That's almost 1 kilo a week!!! Anyway: I'm still eating sensibly and I'm excercising on my bike (and on the wii) most of the days (what else can you do to keep yourself alive while medically forced to stay home) but the weight gain thing doesn't seem to get any slower. To put my mind at rest, I phoned a friend of mine that has pretty much the same thyroid condition as I do as well as PCOS and who recently had a baby... She confirmed that she was pretty much the same: a lot of weight to begin with and then it slowed down a lot... I suppose it will be a matter of waiting and keep on my regime!
Still with something left of my cold, otherwise feeling great!!! No vomits, major nauseas, morning sickness! NO NOTHING!!! The only thing that has changed: I HATE PEPPERS!!!