TToria is a book blog, but it's also a place to discuss, explore & rant about other things in life. So, apologies in advance for what's coming to you male readers of TToria, though you're brave to be here regardless, given past posts...
"Pregnancy is apt to turn any formerly sane and seemingly competent women into a rather unpredictable creature; and with good reason! The culprits, it seems, are our hormones."
So, I'm pregnant, due August 12th 2013, with what I'm sure is a baby girl... Though I'm more than happy whatever the sex, as long as the baba's healthy! This clearly makes me very early on in the journey, yet I'm already so so tired.
Don't get me wrong, I'm excited. Very excited! MrB & BabyB are too. BabyB is no longer a baby though -he's five now, where's the time gone? His reply to our big news was "Yay, my wish to Santa came true!"
To which my silent response was, "so this is your fault huh." I jest, haha.
I can't remember ever being this out of sorts during my last pregnancy, especially this early on, though I did have the morning sickness for a short while.
But, like it's known, every pregnancy is different. I just want to share today's events...
After I dragged my lazy ass up from lying reading (secretly nodding off), I put on jeans reserved for 'bloated days', and we in the B household went food shopping. A feat, considering looking at food makes me want to be sick and nothing but strawberry jelly can cure it. But I went with the boys, avoiding the meat aisles, and feeling especially sorry for MrB as his flushed wife dry heaved throughout, giving him and the rest of the store, the death stare through watery eyes.
Next, we nipped into a sports shop to pick up my son some new trainers. Sickness passed, I then felt like I was on fire, pulling my scarf off and again, giving MrB the death stare entitled 'Who's idea was this?'
It was my idea. I wanted to get out of the house because I kept falling asleep every five minutes, but being out only enforced just how knackered I felt!
I want to sleep or sit doing nothing 24/7. How can that be, I ask MrB -I haven't done anything remotely tiring!
We both know, but he know's better than to point out the obvious and instead avoids my predictable shitty comeback and runs me a bath when we get home. In that moment, and most moments, it doesn't escape me just how fab MrB is. But flowery thoughts are cast aside when I take off my bra and curse like a mofo because some magical entity has placed lead weights in my tits.
Every fucking day they've been sore.
Now, it's a rarity for me to have any tits to begin with, small 'ens have done me just fine. Now with my body preparing itself, these things have came out of nowhere. And they hurt like hell. I'm just over eight weeks pregnant, so early - please tell me they'll stop growing!
I'm a rather petite person, so when I was pregnant with my son, my back & body took a beating. He weighed 9.1, so not the smallest of babies.
So, for this pregnancy, I plan to start yoga after fourteen weeks, hopefully that'll help strengthen me up! But I do wonder if there's some magical cure for sore boobs?
So, concluding this rant, I'll say that I don't think it's just the hormones and changes to our bodies that effect our mood swings -we're just pissed off in general because we're so much out of our comfort zone.
I'm so excited to meet my lovely new addition to the world, yet I have to go through some version of Narnia hell to get there.
Most of all, the route of this, I think, is the impatience, I found out I was pregnant when I was 1-2 weeks!
Perhaps, because it's so early on & I've no bump as such just yet, I'm just expanding in other ways, it doesn't seem real so all these changes are still a shock? Maybe it's all the worries that come along with being pregnant? Maybe it hasn't sunk in at all?
Is it worth it? Hell yeah it is. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to occasionally
rant about discuss it on here, saving MrB the ear-ache. TToria therapy? Nods.
...all the while secretly smiling because I just can't bloody wait!
Among book reviews, excerpts etc, I'll no doubt post the occasional 'pregnancy post'. Not your thing? I don't blame you. I don't want to read about some stranger's tits either.
I do go back to work after the festive period on the 7th, so it's really about finding time to fit posting in amongst that, family life & napping! If you're pregnant too, please let me know, it'd be fab to converse about each other's experiences. Or if you remember specific things about past pregnancies and want to talk about it -give me a shout!