So it has been exactly one week since Ben and I found out that we were expecting and a couple of days since we let some of you in on our secret!
It was so exciting for us to let you know and some of your reactions were both priceless and very meaningful to us. I know it has meant a great deal to Ben to be able to share his excitement with his family and have someone to boast a little to.
I find Ben's reaction to this whole situation so funny and so sweet. I swear, since we found out he has been walking on air. Completely untouchable. I love him so much and this has only intensified those feelings because he is so excited to be a Daddy and that makes me excited too. He has definitely been my pillar of strength lately, and I can see him going to special effort to listen to the things I am saying and to try and understand how I am feeling. Which is made even trickier by the fact that even I don't really know how I am feeling at any given time. His patience with my mood swings (pre-pregnancy) has always been commendable, but lately he has really outdone himself. Even when I know I am being a completely irrational cow, he is lovely, understanding and does whatever he can to make things better.
There isn't terribly much to report at this stage. Having an answer as to why I am feeling like I am hasn't made it any less unpleasant to deal with, but at least there is a purpose now. Mostly there isn't any nausea or 'sick' feeling, just a feeling (that is sometimes almost overwhelming) of being a bit down in the dumps and just generally unwell. And really, really sore boobs. Oh, and skin break-outs which has always been a hormonal consequence for me anyway... but seriously people... where is the glow??? Not here, thats for sure. Ben will concur that we have definitely been experiencing a bit of a hormonal roller coaster. I think the latest was yesterday I was crying because I wanted to eat marshmallows, but felt I should eat something better for baby instead... so I burst in to tears, adamant that I would make a terrible mother. I can see how silly it is now, but at the time I was genuinely devastated!
Our first scan, which the form says is a dating scan, is booked for Saturday 7th September. I am so ridiculously impatient and just can't wait to get a glimpse of the little creature that has and will throw our life as we know it in to chaos. Fingers crossed all will be well and progressing as it should be. Ben and I have discussed how crazy the situation is, with both of us being such impatient people (you know the kind of people that pay twice the postage to get it express post or end up having to buy there significant other numerous Birthday present as every time they buy one in advance they end up gifting it and ruining the surprise). This is one situation, however, that no matter what we do we can not rush it. Nothing is going to make this baby grow quicker or arrive faster. Which, in the end is probably a good thing because goodness knows we need as much prep time as possible!