Interesting.... I have just added the baby due date ticker and it says I am NINE weeks pregnant! Confusing!

I have an appointment with the midwife next week, hopefully she will help me figure it out!

8 weeks

Weighed myself this evening, 77.1kg so still loosing weight, I thought I had been eating better, but I guess I am still using a lot of energy and I am not eating as much as I normally would.

Been feeling better generally, but still having rough days, I find it tiring to be at work at the moment, as there is alot of pressure on everyone to work really hard given the economic situation, but I just can't keep going and often feel very sick and tired (literally).

I spoke to my line manager about going back to 3 days, and while he would rather it were other people taking a cut in working days as I am doing pretty well at work, he understands (I told him I was pregnant also) and is fully suportive of the decision, so I just have to put the form in and I should be back to 3 days in April.

Weighed myself last night, now down to 78kg, so lost 2 kg which I think is 5lb over the week and a half. Glad I am getting my appetite back. Had two croissant for breakfast - yum.

Managed to recover by this weekend, M's parents came over on Friday and looked after Fidget on Friday night, I went down to M's sister's (Maz) hen do in Dorset. I turned in for an early night, ready for the next day. On Saturday we went out for a walk, there were 10 of us and over the weekend most of them got to realise that I was pregnant (pretty difficult to hide it and make up excuses). We started at a pub for lunch, unfortunately it was a bit of a gastro pub so everything on the menu was fussy and complicated, there was nothing I could stomach, so I had to have just chips! Our walk was about 6 miles circular route, normally I would have found it a very pleasant walk, pretty flat, only a few slopes, but being pregnant, with all my muscles all stretchy and tired I soon fell to the back and really struggled on the inclines. Towards the end my hips really started to hurt, I should have stopped but I didn't I just kept on walking. The last stretch was over Badbury rings, which was the most challenging slope, but there was a great sunset.

In the evening, two of Maz's freinds made us a 4 course meal. I couldn't eat the starter but to my surprise and delight I ate all the main (chicken, rice, broccoli & carrot) and my pudding (home made cheesecake with berries). I managed to stay up till half 12 but was absolutely knackered from the walk, as I went to bed I was very worried about my hips as I could hardly walk and it took ages to get up the stairs, but they felt much better by the morning.

On Sunday I drove home to find M home from China, it was great to see him.

I tried on my dress I had bought for Marian's wedding, it is quite fitted so I had been thinking it wouldn't fit, but worryingly it is much looser than when I bought it in the new year sales. I must have lost a fair bit of weight. I tried to weigh myself but the batteries have gone in the scales. I will get it sorted to go along with the 8 week photo.

I feel my appetite is better now, I am still quite restricted but I have just finished a spaggeti bol' made to some fairly specific instructions, but it did go down which is great, so hopefully things are on the up.

Posted too soon (again), the morning sickness has been rumbling on, bad as before, but in the early hours of Sunday morning I started throwing up for real, followed by diorhea. I was still curled over the loo when I heard Fidget stir, I left her in her cot for a while then went to get her milk, a fig roll and an apple for her breakfast. I established a camp in the back bedroom, (the least dangerous room) and with the gate closed and all the other doors off the landing shut, Fidget was free to roam while I lay in bed.

She made quite a mess of the room, turfing everything out, but she found some interesting stuff. And so she was pretty content most of the day, jumping on the bed for a cuddle or to bash me on the head (one blow did bring me to tears, she pointed at them and declared "bubble!").

I haven't eaten anything, the few nibbles of a cracker and sip of lucozade I did manage, came back up when I was on the phone to M who had just arrived at his hotel in china.

M isn't back until Saturday morning, at this point in time things look pretty bleak. I hope i can eat something tomorrow and get some strength back.

6 weeks (and 1 day)

On Monday, we had to take Fidget to the doctor for her ears, so I also got an appoitment to see the doctor, as I was worried about the discharge that I had mistaken for my period. The doctor said congratulations and that there was nothing to be worried about. He worked out my due date as 1st October. Later when I got home I wanted to work out how many weeks I am, so I used a site on the web, which said my due date was 8th October, so who knows.

Anyway, I recon I am just past 6 weeks, so I took the first picture and weighed myself at 80.1kg. Don't really know the significance of the weight as I haven't weighed myself for ages, but I have probably lost some weight already as my old chum morning (and the rest of the day) sickness has arrived.

For breakfast I manage a couple of peices of toast, very thinnly spread with jam, I am off milk, so no cereal or tea. I can sometimes stomach a peppermint tea, but really only drinking sparkling mineral water, or cola for a special occassion. I force down a small amount of whatever veggy thing they have at work, but if I have the choice it would be a cheese or egg or bacon sandwich with nothing else in it, and force down a bit of fruit. This time I have the advantage of being fairly certain I wont actually vomit, so I can push myself a bit further in the name of nutrition. Tea is pizza, shortly followed by a lie down and snooze on the sofa until bed time! I can't stand the thought of anything rich, spicey, windy veg, too sweet and particularly chocolate is turning my stomach!!

It is really draining, to be constantly so nauseous, but this time you can't stop and rest, as Fidget needs looking after and playing with, but she is great fun so it helps to take my mind off it and stop feeling sorry for myself.

I am looking forward to 12 weeks, the sickness last time was over by then and I started eating to really make up for lost time, I remember having much more energy.

On Monday night we also told the family (mums, dads, brothers, sisters only), everyone was really pleased for us. We will be keeping things under wraps until after M's sister's wedding, so I hope I still fit into my dress then.

I also told Naomi, as I wont be going to circuits any more, and told Mush this morning, which was cool. I cant really stand keeping it secret. I will see some more of the mummies this afternoon and Monday, so if they ask I will tell, I should think.

Well I posted the last post too soon!


My period turned into nothing much, and dissapeared so I was a little concerned. This afternoon after much stomach churning I decided to do a test. Fidget and M waited outside the bathroom then came in to see the result.

Came on my period today. Booo.

I had really got myself convinced that we could have managed to get pregnant in the first month of trying. But I guess I know now that I have a 5 week cycle.

It is made a bit harder by being pre-menstrual I guess, so it all seems a little out of proportion. But it will be fine. We can have a nice bottle of wine tonight and look forward to another month of trying.