The blog is rapidly approaching real-time.
The buffer that I created of a month between my real-world happenings and when the corresponding post goes live has all but eroded.
And I think I’m going to be okay with it. I think I’m mostly doing okay.
In case I wasn’t clear, I was having some real issues with anxiety for all of the early part of this pregnancy. That over-whelming worry that something was wrong, or would go wrong was just, well … over-whelming me.
Anxiety is a bitch. And unless you’ve really experienced it, is super hard to explain. Here’s a tip; being told to ‘calm down’ is not calming. Being told ‘everything will be okay’ does not actually reassure the person with anxiety. And telling them to ‘just breathe’ may very well result in you ‘just being throat-punched’.
People who suffer anxiety are most certainly not dumb. We understand and are usually more frustrated and upset with ourselves than you could ever possibly imagine because sometimes we aren’t capable of just breathing, calming down or being confident that everything will be okay.
But we are working on it. All. The. Time.
For me, the constant worrying has dropped back to a totally normal level of pregnant-mum concern. Stuff may still go wrong, but it probably won’t.
Today I am nearly 19 weeks pregnant. That’s nearly half way. Blueberry kicks, and wriggles and has been perfect on all of the scans we’ve had. I am healthy and happy and still doing all the things I did before.
I am okay. But not everyone is. Be kind. Always. Because you never know what other people have going on.
Today I am 14 weeks and one day pregnant.
My app lovingly tells me my tiny human (whom I’ve nicknamed Blueberry) is the size of a house mouse. Nice.
My precious rodent.
We did the road-trip yesterday to tell my parents and The Captain’s dad and step-mother. We did the trip to his Mum last weekend. So the parents are informed.
There is a bump. I’ve been slack and not taken enough photos of it, but here is last week’s update.
Today is the first day of my second trimester. I feel like I can breathe a little more. Not a lot, because I know well enough that terrible things can still happen, but a little. And that’s a relief.
Still not being facebook-official about baby but letting people know as it comes up in conversation. I still get panicky about announcing anything but I’m getting calmer.
It’s gonna be alright.
So, I know that I’m pregnant. It’s amazing and wonderful and beyond super exciting.
Both personally and in my close circle of friends, I’ve learned and experienced way too much about early-term pregnancy loss and miscarriage. It’s far more common that people realise. Mostly because not everyone talks about it, including me.
Despite having a blog and sharing my life on the internet, I’m a pretty private person. There is NO WAY I’ll be announcing this pregnancy until it is well and truly viable and outside the danger zone of the first few months where the statistics put reported miscarriages at 1 in 5 of ALL pregnancies.
I often say to people though, it’s YOUR news, control it the way you want. For me, I keep the news of our babies very very quiet because if we were to lose this baby I would want to keep to myself to reflect and grieve and recover without having to un-announce a baby.
For other people, sharing the news of the pregnancy and a subsequent potential loss to more people would give them a bigger pool of support to draw from if they needed it. Horses for Courses.
It seems cruel in a way.
Find out you’re pregnant.
Immediately fall in love with your tiny womb-raider.
Spend the next few months terrified they might die through no-one’s fault but nature’s whim.
I’m choosing to stay positive. It’s all I can do. Eat well, move lots, take the vitamins and rest.
Chilling out, hatching a human,
I don’t even know how to write this post. I’m not sure that I should.
But then, that’s what this whole raft of delayed blog posts has been about isn’t it? To help with the fear of this all being out in the open. To give me a buffer of time to process if things go wrong.
Because today, after a week of refusing to pee on sticks because I was losing my mind, I peed on a stick.
Yep. There’s been some happy crying.
The stupid sticks were lying to me. I have been hatching a tiny human for 2-3 weeks and the sticks were lying. Or baby is stealthy? Like the Captain? Maybe I’m hatching a tiny ninja?
Speaking of the Captain, it’s his birthday in a few days. I’m going to keep super quiet about it until then and surprise him.
Best birthday present ever.
I’m so excited that I’m shaking.
Full of love and a tiny ninja,
So I started peeing on sticks again.
I know, I know. It’s an issue.
I sometimes don’t discuss the levels of my crazy with The Captain, just the over-view. But yesterday morning he touched my tummy and asked if there might be a baby in there yet.
How do you know?
I’ve done some tests.
Hmmmm, like every morning for the last week including today.
But it’s only 7am now?
Yep, I got up at 4am and tested then in case it was different.
Gotta love someone who loves the type of crazy you are. He just hugs me and makes it okay.
I’m over the concern that I was losing hope. I know that I’ll be okay. Just a day away from the restart today and this saying is one of the most fitting I know.
Keep on keeping on. No more peeing on sticks for a few weeks. But I’m standing back up.
Yeppers. I’m not chiming in here with excited pics of positive tests or ridiculously cloying birth announcements (don’t think for a second those posts and pics aren’t mentally planned and perhaps Pinterested away),
There is this evil time of month for every woman trying to fall pregnant. Well, at least one of the evil times, depending on your level of desperation.
For some, I understand the arrival of a period is pretty heart-breaking, but I have been dealing with that okay. It’s a full-stop and a restart button for your cycle and I’ve been okay with that.
For me, the hardest part is the 2WW – the two week wait. It’s that gap between when you may possibly have conceived and when you can find out if you are pregnant. In previous months, this is where the crazy was at it’s peak. It’s where I was peeing madly on sticks for the entire 14 days just longingly, desperately hoping for 2 lines. And it made me feel a bit psycho seeing 1 line each time.
This month is feeling different. I don’t FEEL pregnant. I’m pretty sure I’m not actually. So this 2WW is different. I’m not waiting on a positive. I’m not waiting on a baby. I’m just waiting on that restart button. Start again. Try again.
I’m not sure if the fact I’m chilled out about this is a sign that I’m calming down or if I’m already losing hope.
21st of July, 2015
I need to stop peeing on things.
Okay. So not things. Sticks. I need to stop peeing on sticks.
Trying to conceive has truly turned a corner into crazy. I knew it was starting when I found the ovulation prediction kits and peed on those. I think I got the information I needed out of them. And I think it made me feel a little bit less helpless.
But now that I’m in that awful wait where I may or may not be pregnant, I’ve started almost obsessively doing pregnancy tests. NOW, contrary to my actions, I’m not an idiot. I realise that this is the first month of us trying to have a baby. And that even really good pregnancy tests couldn’t pick up a positive yet. AND that realistically there is very little chance that I will be pregnant. It makes me feel slightly more in control.
I may or may not have peed on all the pregnancy tests I have. There were a lot.
They are all negative.
And that’s okay.
There is always another month. I can pee on things next month.
Eww. And sorry,