Monday, 8 May 2017

First trimester for a first time Mum



I can't believe I'm in my second trimester, where has the time gone? During the 12 weeks of my first trimester the baby, also known as 'Blob' in our household, grew from the size of a poppy seed to a plum.

As a first time Mum I had no idea what to expect, although once we had announced we were pregnant we were automatically inundated with stories of our parents, grandparents and friends telling us all about their pregnancies so we had a little idea. It's lovely to hear everyone else's experiences but it's completely different going through it yourself. As soon as I found out I was pregnant I just expected that I would be sick every morning, want to sleep all day, strangle Dan, be uncomfortable, look like I had been dragged through a hedge backwards and eat EVERYTHING.

Now some of those are true but I have to say, I loved my first trimester! I was so lucky not to get any sickness, although I struggled quite a lot with nausea I was never actually sick, so I was incredibly lucky. I managed to work out when my nausea kicked in so I would take snacks around with me which helped immensely. Fatigue wasn't too bad, I did find that I would come home after work and need a bit of a cat nap before having dinner. As far as my mood and strangling Dan, nothing changed there...although Dan may say differently! As for food I found this was the biggest change for me, I completely went off of meat which became a bit of a pain. The thought of eating it or seeing it made me feel sick as a dog. Dan, bless him, soon got tired of jacket potatoes and vegetable soups as at that time it's all I could manage to eat. Other than the daily struggle to work out what I wanted to eat, I really enjoyed being pregnant.

Don't get me wrong, the first trimester had it's down moments. I don't think I ever fully relaxed as there is always that niggling voice in the back of my head to not get to carried away until the 12 week scan. Seeing our little 'Blob' with a healthy heart beat on the screen is one of the best moments of my life and at the same time is when I think I have let out the biggest sigh of relief. I'll be honest, I did have a moment just before my 12 week scan where I found I got completely overwhelmed, there are so many leaflets, appointments, blood tests, booklets and decisions that I didn't think I would have to think about until further down the line. I think this may have also been nerves in the run up to my scan but I'm so lucky to have Dan that's there to support me and tell me that no matter what we're in it together. As I suffer from PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) it's meant that I'm being monitored a little more. I have regular urine tests, and at about 28 weeks I have to have a diabetes test which I'm a little worried about but I'm trying to pop it to the back of my mind.

Happily 'Blob' is doing really well, he/she has a healthy heart beat and all our tests came back clear so after that 12 week scan we've been on cloud nine. I instantly felt so much more relaxed as soon as I walked out of the ultrasound appointment clutching onto the photos of Blob. It's so hard to get your head around the fact your body has created a little baby with a heart beat, 10 fingers, 10 toes and a very cute button nose.

I'm now 22 weeks pregnant, Blob is the size of a coconut, I feel the size of a hippo and things are changing everyday but I'll save that for another blog post!

If you're expecting how are you finding your pregnancy? Any tips for a first time Mum?

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