Week sixteen has again been about a million times brighter than the preceeding weeks. I’d even go as far to say that, aside from a little extra tiredness, I feel normal again. NORMAL. I can cook again, I can clean, I can take Elfie swimming, go shopping and am generally happy. It’s a Christmas miracle!
It’s only now looking back on the last three months that I’ve realized what a complete period of insanity it’s been. That’s a quarter of the year right there that I lost to nausea, exhaustion and generally being a bitch. Poor Will feels even better than I do I think; as much as I always wanted to have another baby the idea to have one so soon originated with him. Althought I was on-board with it I think me telling him constantly “this is all YOUR fault… YOUR stupid idea” took its toll and there will be no more of that nastiness.
There was never a point when I didn’t want to have this baby, but when you’re sobbing on the floor because you feel so wretchedly ill and bone-tired it’s difficult to remember the reasons why you put yourself through this. I think it was almost worse than last time as I’d already been through it once before; I knew that the horrendousness would last 3 months whereas when I was pregnant with Elfie I kept convincing myself it’d be over ‘soon’. Again I marvel at the body’s capacity to forget and I worry about a potential baby number three now I’ve committed my first trimester experiences to paper (or blog). Right now I don’t think I could face going through it all again, especially not with two kids. I would rather do anything, ANYTHING, than go through that again.
This week has seen a really big work project coming to an end. I have worked my socks off on it since October and I am delighted to now take a few weeks off with Elfie – shopping, doing Christmassy things and napping. However, we have also had some bad news as we found out we have to move house again. Six weeks after moving us in our landlords have decided to sell up for their own financial reasons so we have started looking for a new place. We love this house to death and the long-term plan was always to buy it once our Nottingham house sold and we were more settled business-wise so it’s a shame this has come so soon… We’ve talked through every option available to us and right now purchasing another house just isn’t viable and I’m not prepared to stretch ourselves so much financially before baby comes along. If it’s meant to happen, it will.
Legally we have the house til April, but who wants to move at 8 months pregnant (done this once, it’s not fun). We want to stay in the village so will sit tight until Dream House mk II comes along. Or February, whichever happens sooner, then we’ll expand our search area slightly.
In other pregnancy news I now have sinusitis, yet another quirk I knew nothing about before I had Elfie. Apparently this is quite common during pregnancy, who knew? It makes walking when it’s cold pretty unbearable on my poor ears. I also have a touch of heartburn already and cramp in my leg. All a bit annoying, all I would take over exhaustion.
The bump is still nano sized and really only visible after a) I’ve eaten lots of carbs, or b) when my bladder is full. I did buy some maternity jeans last week though as my usual ones give me an interesting muffin top. They’re a little loose but I’m sure I’ll grow into them, and last time I hopefully started wearing maternity jeans at 8 weeks. So that’s an improvement.
I feel a little in pregnancy limbo right now – I don’t look especially pregnant, feel especially pregnant or act especially pregnant. I want to feel the baby kicks!!
Eek, sorry to hear about the house. we think we might have to move again too, two months after moving in, as there’s a complete nutter living downstairs, loves practising his double bass – LOUDLY. Really irresponsible of your landlord to move you in!
xx
I am amazed that anyone plays the double bass outside of my Middle School orchestra – how annoying! x
You look amazing, glad to hear you are feeling better
You look beautiful. And I want your boots. Nightmare re: the house but I’m sure you’ll find something just as lovely xx
Thanks Helen! No idea where the boots are from I’m afraid, they were hand-me-downs from my mum xx
You look gorgeous and where did you get your boots from?! I love them!
Thanks Katie! I’ve no idea re: the boots I’m afraid – they came from my mum!
You look fab. I’ve just has my third, and the sickness/nausea was SO bad this time round so I sympathise with how you felt before. When mine kicked in at 8 weeks I knew I’d probably be I’ll until around the 16 week mark and I felt panicked at the thought.
Sorry to hear about your house.
I think that was the worst bit – you know how bloody long it’s going to last!
I was going to ask about the boots too!
hah, I’m not sure! My mum passed them down to me last winter, no idea where they’re from x
You look amazing! And your house looks lush :) I am ‘broody’ but have a niggling feeling that there is a part of me that is saying ‘NOOO never again!’ I just can’t remember why, although I’m sure when I’m retching into a toilet bowl or when that first contractions comes it will all come flooding back….! Hope you find somewhere lovely very soon. X