I found out I was pregnant on the 2nd November 2o17 after taking two positive pregnancy tests. I wasn’t actually surprised to see two very strong lines on each test. because by the time it came to taking the tests, I already knew I was pregnant and would’ve been more shocked and confused if it was negative. It is still hard to explain how I felt at the time. It was just really surreal. It wouldn’t sink it, (and it didn’t for quite a while).
How Did I know I was pregnant? MY BOOBS! One word. Painful. Serious Ouchy.They felt so much heavier and every time I moved in the night it felt like I had two bricks in each boob. They also grew, everrrrr so slightttlyyyy….. which never happens for me! I can also remember being in Nando’s with my boyfriend, and I was so thirsty that I got through about four drinks within half an hour as Jack watched me, confused as I was gulping down the Fanta orange.
At around 5-6 weeks, my nan said to me, “have you had any sickness yet?”. “Nahhh, think I’ve escaped the sickness“, I replied. Oh how bloody wrong was I then? By 9 weeks I began to be sick. And it just didn’t stop. I was keeping my pregnancy a secret until my first scan, but I had to pull my manager aside and tell him, because I had to keep rushing out of the office to throw up!
I have to admit that I found it difficult to get excited at first as I was so worried that I would lose the baby. My mum sadly went through three miscarriages before having me, so I was in no hurry to go out and buy anything baby related. The first trimester is an emotional rollercoaster, especially when you’re a first time mum. As well as adapting to the fact that you’re actually going to be a mum, and that a little person is going to rely on you for so many years, you cant actually feel the baby moving inside of you because it’s so little, and you won’t get to see the baby until the 12 week scan so I was worried and kept doubting my bodies ability to grow a healthy baby. My first scan was on the 4th January, when I was around 13 weeks pregnant. I literally felt sick. So sick. I couldn’t even speak to my boyfriend Jack, I didn’t want to hold his hand, I didn’t want anyone to speak to me. I was shaking. I’m an anxious person and it had kicked in, in full f*cking force. We were called into the room, I laid up onto the bed and pulled my top up and the sonographer put the cold jelly on my stomach followed by the Doppler.
And there it was. Our perfectly healthy little baby. Heart beating away.
I was SO relieved. When the scan had finished, I came out and hurried to the toilet in the hospital wing and threw up. It was like all the built up worry and fear inside of me came out. I felt much better after and I was able to speak to Jack and hold his hand again, haha.
I worked out my due date to be the 9th July, but my scan pushed it back two days, to 11th July. I’m so happy I’m having a summer baby! I can just imagine the bouncy castle parties we can have in the future for birthdays, just like I had, (nearly every.single.year).
In the first trimester, I felt ridiculously tired, especially the first 8 weeks. It’s a mad feeling when you’re completely exhausted but haven’t done much at all. You feel like you can’t justify the tiredness and I had to keep reminding myself I was growing a tiny little human. The extremely tender boob situation died down at around 9/10 weeks. When I was 17 weeks and 5 days, on 4th February, I felt the first flutters. What an amazing feeling. It felt like bubbles popping in my stomach and then it turned into big “swishes”. I suffered with constant headaches around this time as well, up until about 19 weeks.
On 26th Feb, I had my 20 week scan and it was crazy to see how much the baby had grown in just 8 weeks since the previous scan. Much to my boyfriends annoyance, we won’t be finding out the sex of the baby until he/she is here. I’ve always said I would keep my first baby’s gender a secret, plus both sides of the families don’t want to know, so it just makes sense. I’ve always pictured myself with a baby boy first but who knows; that’s half the fun of it and I really don’t mind at all what I have.
I’m currently 29 weeks pregnant today. I have been eagerly awaiting the “pregnancy glow” but it’s being stubborn and making me wait. Or maybe it’ll never come. People disagree and tell me otherwise. My nan always compliments my skin but the sickness is draining and not in the slightest bit glamorous (there’s nothing glamorous about reaching and weeing at the same due to the tug on the stomach is there?), and it just doesn’t make me feel pretty, at all.
We recently visited “Window to the Womb”, in Romsey, and got to see our baby in 4d. There are just no words to explain how it makes you feel. I was speechless and in awe of how cute our little baby was. Jack was sat in the chair wiping his eyes. He couldn’t stop himself from crying. He got to a point where he was laughing by crying at the same time. He was so happy, but so emotional. I can’t imagine how we are going to feel when we first hold our baby, but I am so excited for the feeling and it melts my heart knowing how much of an amazing dad my boyfriend will be.
Pregnancy is far from easy and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit scared about labour and birth. The fear of the unknown makes me extremely anxious. But I am equally. if not more grateful and appreciative that I have been able to grow this beautiful little human inside of me. My own mother, friends and many others have not been so lucky and for that I count my lucky stars and feel truly blessed.
We are looking forward to meeting you, Baby Grice.
Thanks for stopping by. I look forward to sharing more of my pregnancy and journey into motherhood with you.