Well, it’s been a while since I’ve sat down properly and written out a blog post but here I finally am. And with some amazing news. I can’t actually quite believe it but how exciting. Rodney is going to be a big brother. Dave and I have been trying for a baby for the past couple of years but wasn’t too serious about it. We never planned it at the right times or anything We just wanted nature to take its course one day. And it did!
We weren’t that great at timing it when I conceived. As it was exactly nine months until our wedding HA. But weddings can happen whenever, so we’ve postponed that to 2020 and next year will be welcoming a little bundle of joy into our lives.
Now, to the first trimester. WOW. I found out when I was 5 weeks which is superrrrr early. So the first couple of weeks felt like it dragged. I told my immediate family, everyone booked on for the wedding. (it’s going to be in Cyprus so needed to make sure no one paid anymore). And the people I worked closely with.
From week 5 to week 8, I panicked every single day. I bought 10 more tests and did them every couple of days to make sure I was still pregnant. I didn’t feel sick or anything. My boobs hurt but other than that I wouldn’t of known I was pregnant. Those weeks were probably the hardest so far. I constantly googled everything (don’t google anything, its all bull – unless its on the NHS website) and I’d spend 90% of my time paranoid that I was no longer pregnant. If anyone is currently going through this, please please please feel free to message me, I was lucky enough to have another blogger (Jess Cantoni) who had gone through everything I was feeling and it was really nice talking to her about it, so I’ll always be there for anyone else.
As soon as I hit 8 weeks the sickness and tiredness started. I must admit, I think I’m very lucky in a sense that I’m sick most mornings and then normally fine the rest of the day. I know some people struggle with it all day, everyday, but my goodness the tiredness is something else. Getting up at 5am everyday for work was killing me and I spent most mornings crying because I wanted to go home to bed haha, such a drama queen. I finally had my first appointment with the midwife and after that, I found I was less paranoid and began to look forward to my scan.
I had my scan at exactly 12 weeks and its so amazing seeing this little thing, with a little heartbeat on the screen, it felt so surreal. The scan pictures weren’t the greatest and to be fair, I didn’t expect them to be because I do have a belly on me and the baby is obviously really small at the moment, but you can kinda make it out. Head on the right, body, arm and leg on the left. I’m hoping it will be a little clearer in the next scan.
I’m currently 14 weeks and 5 days and I’m still being sick most days which sometimes completely drains me. I do feel like it’s getting better, I can’t eat as much as I would normally but then for my size and weight I don’t necessarily think thats a bad thing. In fact, I’ve actually lost weight, but that all might change when the baby starts to grow more. I’ve also discovered that baby doesn’t like chocolate which is actually devastating, especially when its the best time of the year for chocolate! I’m just going save all the chocolate I’ve bought and pray it doesn’t go out of date before the baby is born haha.
All in all, I do think I haven’t had a bad pregnancy so far. I certainly haven’t “glowed” but I haven’t been bed bound either, which I’m happy with. We’ve got the next scan in January which will hopefully reveal the gender too and I’m so excited!! I will definitely be back with an update on that scan. If anyone wants to talk to me, ask me any questions or keep up to date with my pregnancy then please feel free to message/follow me on Instagram @kiirstenjones 🙂 xo.