I can’t make up my mind if the first trimester of pregnancy flew by or dragged.
Here’s what I remember from these three months.
- the moment the little cross appeared, unmistakeable and immediate, in the display window on the test
- hellishly sore boobs
- not being sick, hurrah!
- wanting to tell everyone – and we did tell close friends well before the twelve week mark
- the metallic taste
- losing the craving for [any food] as soon as we have some in the house
- being completely repulsed by red meat
- stuffing myself with Marmite on toast for exactly ten days then reverting to loathing it
- slightly regretting throwing out all my ‘fat’ clothes when we moved house as they would have been grand as maternity clothes
- everyone saying we were ‘quick off the mark’ getting pregnant just after our wedding – I remind them I’m old
- the delight of early scans at 6, 8 and 10 weeks – fried egg, mini human, dancing baby stage
- unremittingly itchy back and one cracked, Sahara-level dry hand
- getting increasingly excited about finding out if it’s a boy or a girl
- immense gratitude to friends who are donating baby stuff
- low level but persistent tiredness which refuses to ease off
- the constant and loud brain ticker of I’m-pregnant-I’m-pregnant-I’m-pregnant of the early days
- utter glee at not having to change the cat litter
- the excitement on my parents’ face when we told them over Skype
- the first gentle butterfly flickers – this morning
That’s just for starters. Wondering what’s coming in round two.