It’s been two weeks since I updated. Week 8 went by without much change from week 7 – essentially more sickness, quite a lot of food aversions, and even the beloved pineapple vanished from my enjoyment. Thankfully it was replaced by a new found love of jacket potatoes and cottage cheese. Yum.
Week 9 on the other hand… Woah momma. We started off week 9 really rather tired – bed by 9pm every night, and still feeling snoozy 10 hours later at 7.30am! The nausea got a whole lot worse at the beginning of week 9, to the point where one morning I was so scared I would be sick on the train I took a plastic bag with me. Thankfully, it didn’t get used. Towards the weekend just gone, everything seemed to be getting a bit easier, a bit less sickness, food aversions getting less, and generally feeling physically better. Mentally though, it was all starting to get a bit weepy come Sunday. I felt really rather low, and withdrawn. Nothing in particular getting me down, must just be the hormones going for gold in my system. When you start feeling like crying during an episode of Eastenders or somesuch, you know it’s your lady’mones.
Yesterday was by far and above the worst day of pregnancy so far. Absolutely terrifying. Around 8.20pm I started getting some rather painful stomach cramps and dull aches. It spread to my lower back within about ten minutes. About half an hour later I was shaking and crying on my bed, hot water bottle clamped to my tummy as waves of pain scorched through my pelvis and down my legs. I was so scared. I really felt like this Wasn’t Right. Another 20 minutes in, the pain had subsided and we decided it was just one of those weird things that your body does sometimes.
My body had other ideas. Within an hour, the same pain returned; this time even more ferocious and nauseating. It got so bad within about 15 minutes that I could hardly breath, and felt as though I was about to pass out. I could hardly see anymore, and my hearing started to go. I was lost in a world of physical pain and mental anguish. At this point, Jake called an ambulance. They arrived very quickly, within 5 minutes, and as the second wave of hell started to pass over, I was rushed to A&E. We had to wait for 2.5hrs to see the doctor, but thankfully no more pain had come in that time. Also, I hadn’t bled at all, which seems to be the big thing everyone was concerned about.
At 1am we made our way home, after lots of prodding and questions from the doctor. She booked an emergency scan for today, and so finally hitting the pillow at 2am, we both attempted sleep. I think it’s safe to say we both had one of the worst night’s sleep we’ve had in ages. Not knowing if you’ve still got the little one is a really rubbish experience.
Finally, some good news. We got a scan at 11am today, and after no waiting at all we were shown our rather cute looking blob on the monitor. There s/he was, minding her/his own business without a care in the world. Little heart beating away, oblivious to all the fuss and bother the rest of the family had been going through. Hehe, well done little bump, very good April Fool.
So, without further ado, let me introduce you to my Prime baby, aged 9.5 weeks and a whole 2.6 cms big from crown to rump 
