Daddy

Baby

You've got the best daddy ever. I've known he would be from the moment I fell for him, which was very shortly after I met him face to face for the first time. I didn't need it confirming but if I had had any doubts, they'd be quashed by just how amazingly wonderful he's been while I've felt so rotten the past few weeks.

He goes to the supermarket pretty much daily in an attempt to keep me eating.

He comes home at lunchtime when I haven't got the energy to make myself food but need to eat to stop being sick.

He goes downstairs when he's settled in bed cos I can't sleep before I eat *insert random food want here*

He kisses me when I've just been sick, even before I've brushed my teeth.

He puts up with my crazy mood swings; be it crying at a Morrisons advert (go figure) or shouting at him for no reason whatsoever.

He loves me through it all.

I am one lucky mummy to be and you are one lucky baby.

Daddy is one in a million and he's all ours.

Vile

So, for the past three days I've felt so wiped out and sick that I've barely left my pit. Coupled with that is a decent amount of hormonal weeping, so I'm a real bundle of fun.

I reached what I hope is an all time low this morning when I misjudged being sick (I thought I had more time) and projectile vomited at our bedroom wall. Being on my own, I also had to clear it up (after ten mins of being sick into the toilet). It also ruined my fella's surprise for me: I called Daddy to cry at him and he'd got the afternoon off so he'd be on his way home soon anyway. He wasn't going to tell me til he got here.

I was sick twice more before he got here but am now on my third slice of toast (having earlier ingested a bacon sandwich) and my second cuppa. Eating makes me feel nauseous but thus far (touching much wood) no additional vomiting.

Thank goodness for a new good book (Lisa Lynch's The C-Word). Kicked my self-pity into touch if nothing else. Incredible woman.

8 weeks gone

I am absolutely shattered this week. I'm still eating constantly to prevent being mega sick, just mega tired at the same time.

Told everyone at work on Friday, so I can be sick and flexible without the added worry of what people are thinking. Apparently my being pregnant doesn't stop my boss expecting me to work all the hours though, so I'm working on a presentation on Sunday. I'm working on how to tell him that the hours I was working pre-pregnancy aren't possible any longer...

We went to Mothercare for emergency maternity clothes today. Apparently, it turns out usually baggy jeans are no longer baggy?! Already?! Not a great choice but it'll do til I can do some Internet shopping :o)

New favourite things

Chocolate chip cookies (thank you Auntie Hannah for that suggestion!), raw carrot sticks and... roast chicken with quavers.

Seriously. Roast chicken and quavers together in a bowl after work. It's amazing.

7 weeks...

I'm doing better this week, provided I manage to eat seemingly constantly.

I really don't like baked beans anymore but other than that, nothing is really tasting wrong - yet I can be starving (and therefore be very sick) and think of nothing on Earth that I want to eat. Tea is still good :o)

I do smell EVERYTHING, through boxes and round corners. It's very odd, sometimes nice and sometimes sick making but always odd.

Had to undo my jeans after eating tonight, it's barely noticeable but we can feel a little swelling low down in my abdomen. I hold it (you) often :o)

First day back at work after the sickness started properly today. I just worked from home but I did okay. I'm a bit worried about being able to eat regularly enough to not be very sick in the office but I have a new starter in my team on Monday, so I'll have to give it my best shot.

It's really starting to sink in now and it's a lovely feeling.

Update

So, vomiting 7-8 times a day has moved on to vomiting 20+ times a day. Not nice. We went to our out of hours surgery (the Badger Clinic) Wednesday night and discovered that I was dehydrated enough to be burning my fat stores and retaining water but not enough to be put on a drip. The GP on duty suggested that I try and deal with it naturally - that is, try and put up with it. So we left with a sick bowl that looked like a small hat (yes, Daddy tried it on to make me laugh) and not much else.



Thursday morning, the midwife returned Daddy's call from the Wednesday night (he called her before NHS Direct) and stressed the importance of seeing our own GP. She wasn't happy at all about my being sick pretty much constantly - the way she saw it, I may not need IV fluids now but I would do if I carried on in the same vein. So Thursday afternoon, I saw Dr O'Gorman who shared the midwife's concerns and injected me with an anti emetic, prescribed pills and signed me off work for a week.

On Friday, Daddy spoke to my boss and his boss about my current, erm, condition. His boss was much more enthusiastic but then his boss doesn't lose an employee for up to a year... I took my new pills, one three times a day. By pill number three, I worked out I was being sick considerably less but also losing the strength in my extremities. Not fun.

This morning, Saturday, I decided no more pills. Not the ones from Thursday anyway. As yet, today has been a good day. Poached eggs on toast are very successful - if only I could do them on my own...

A little moment to mention how fabulous my sisters and my mum has been during the excessive sickness. Very thankful for such wonderful friends and family - and a Daddy to be who regularly goes out to fulfil my every whim. Why oh why don't we have shares with our local supermarket chain?!