Hospital appt set

Not much has really happened in the last week or so to warrant writing much so this will be a quick one.

I have a date for my first hospital appointment – 4th May. By then I will be 17 weeks so I assume I’ll get an ultrasound and stuff. I really can’t wait! Maria, my next-door-neighbour, said that when she had the first ultrasound it was the first time it really seemed real. It was very emotional. It’s quite good timing really for us as we go away on holiday to Fiji the next week. I was talking to my Mum (or should I just call her ‘Nana’) last night and she suggested we go to the hospital before the actual date so we can get our bearings and work out where to park and then where to go in the hospital. I’ve never been to the Royal Brisbane before so we think this is a very good idea. My appt is for 8am and Maria said it was much better to go in the morning than the afternoon. She had to wait over an hour sometimes if her appt was in the arvo.

Mum and I were tossing up some names last night too. I’m not going to share them with you all yet, we’ve got to keep some surprises. She is by herself at the moment as Dad’s having a ‘boys’ week with my brother in Adelaide. They are currently watching the V8 supercars and having a fantastic time from all accounts.

I have really struggled this week not to tell the girls at work that I’m pregnant. I think I’m only going to last another week or so then I’m going to have to tell them. I’ll probably wait til after Easter and tell them then. That will mean I’m 12 weeks so that will be a good time.

Well that’s really all I’ve got this time. Hopefully something interesting will happen soon so I can make this more appealing.


First craving

Well it was bound to happen some time and for me it was Tuesday night. In fact it was all my Dad’s fault. Tuesday was actually a shocker of a day. I woke up and felt fine but not long after my store opened I was serving a customer and couldn’t focus properly on the computer screen. It was like I had looked in to a bright light. As this has happened to me before I recognised the symptoms immediately as a migraine. I hardly ever get them (not like my poor Mum) but when I do, boy do I go down. I took a couple of paracetemol straight away to see if I could knock it on the head (so to speak), but I really wasn’t well at all. I sat in the back room at work for quite a while waiting for the pills to kick in and started to feel a little better for a while. I felt really nauseous too and light-headed and finally gave up by about 11.30 and told Jody I had to go home and sleep it off. I spent all afternoon in bed asleep. Daniel came home, had his dinner, and then went out singing with his group Vox Montage.

At about 7.30 I got a call from my Dad. I was still feeling pretty crook but it was lovely to talk to him and he really took my mind of things. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and my stomach was telling me to eat but I really didn’t feel like anything. That was until Daddy started talking about crumpets with lots of butter and honey! Then that’s all I could think about. As Daniel was already out I sent him a text message asking if he could find me some crumpets on the way home. He’s such a wonderful husband and went to four different places not getting home until after 11pm – but he got the crumpets! I only had one but I really enjoyed it!

I have been fine since then and actually have a bit of an appetite back again. Bought more crumpets yesterday and have frozen them for another day. Upstairs for thinking!


It Begins!

A couple of weeks ago Daniel and I received the wonderful news we were expecting a baby! My wonderful husband thought he would set up this blog thing for me. Now that I have my own computer and won’t take time away from his ‘Precious’, I think he hopes this will mean I don’t bore him with all my stuff and put it in this instead. I’ve never done anything like this before – not even a journal keeper, except when I was a teenager – but we won’t go there 😉

It all started with peeing on a stick on Thursday 17th February – at 7pm to be exact (I know because I had just finished watching ‘Neighbours’). The test came up positive straight away and, having done one once before which was negative, I got pretty excited. I called Daniel to the bathroom and asked him if he was ready. He went a bit pale from memory, and as I showed him the result and confirmed what that meant, I think his first words were ‘Oh crap!’ But he smiled and gave me a huge hug. I remember trying not to jump up and down and scream my lungs out with happiness as I knew we had to get it confirmed with the doctor. Every now and then that night though I just started giggling like a school-girl.

Daniel made an appointment for us at our local medical centre for Saturday morning as there are too many ears at my work. (It was very difficult at work that day not being able to say anything to anyone – I felt like I would burst!) Dr McNally confirmed our pregnancy test and we came straight home to make phone calls for the rest of the day. Daniel was on the mobile to his mum as I was on the phone to my parents telling them the exciting news. My parents were so overwhelmed they both started crying and asked if they could ring me back later that night when they could talk. We just told the immediate family that day and my best friend Sarah, and everyone was over the moon for us. The last thing everyone said to me before they hung up was to ‘take care of myself’.

So that was about two-and-a half weeks ago and I’m now nearly nine weeks. Only 31 to go! I’ve been pretty lucky with the morning sickness thing. The day after we told the family I woke up with a shocking headache and threw-up several times. But that’s the worst day so far. I mostly just feel a bit ‘off’ and have had trouble eating. I really don’t feel like anything and have to force myself to eat. I have actually lost a couple of kgs since finding out I was preggers which will probably be good in the long run. I just hope I get my appetite back soon – I hate being off my tucker. Other than that I’ve been quite tired and lacking in energy. I’m always thirsty and sick of going to the loo every half hour. Especially don’t like having to get up in the middle of the night. Not every night and usually only once, but I guess it’s all good preparation for later on.

I guess that’s a long enough entry for a first go. I’ll add more stuff as I think of it.