So last week resulted in a visit to the labour ward after being sick a stupid amount of times, and not being able to keep even water down.
I had felt rough all day, puked in the work car park and then about another 9 times before the out of hours doctor sent me up the hospital for some good old iv fluids and anti sickness drugs.
I thought it might be the start of hyperemesis again, but it seems it was just a bug as OH has been sicky too this week.
As much as I hate being in the hospital, I did feel tonnes better a few days later, the best I have done this pregnancy.
Thank you NHS for making me feel human again 😊
I was super excited when I found out I was having another boy. Don’t get me wrong, I would’ve been happy if it were a girl, but I was so sure I wanted two boys.
I think some people thought that I would like a girl ‘to have one of each’. Not really. Girls are just drama, and don’t get me started on teenage angst and hormones, I remember all too well how that felt. I just couldn’t see myself with a baby girl, and given that this pregnancy was unexpected to say the least, the very least nature could do was to bless me with another little boy. I can just see them being best buddies, sharing and looking out for each other. I’m sure girls do this too, but there is something unexplainable within me that wanted the two boy bond.
I’m sure its lovely having a baby girl, with the pink and the frills, but being a tomboy myself growing up, I like the rough and tumble of boys (and their toys seem to be way cooler).
Part of me had to gear myself up just to prepare in case this was a girl. I knew I would cry, and selfishly, some part of me would have been disappointed. Controversial? Maybe. After all, any baby is a blessing. I’ve read about gender disappointment groups, and I was secretly hoping that I wouldn’t have to join one, but would have been nice knowing I wasn’t alone in my feelings.
I am happy and excited knowing that my second little boy is on the way, something I’m not sure I could’ve guaranteed had it been a girl. I almost feel guilty for saying it, but I’m putting it out there because I’m sure many a person has been through something similar.
So we are definitely a male-orientated household now. The dog and I severely outnumbered, but that’s exactly how I want it.
Can’t believe its been nearly two months since I last posted, shame on me!
Well Christmas has been and gone, and so has Lenny’s second birthday, seriously where does the time go?
We have a proper little toddler on our hands now, we’ve entered the twos but it hasn’t been terrible so far. Yes, he has the odd yell and throws a toy occasionally, but to be fair we’re getting off pretty lightly.
Finally managed to upgrade him to a beaker for his juice, we must have at least 50 others in the cupboard (I’m not the only one right?). I think our next milestone is going to be tackling potty training. Can’t say I’m looking forward to it personally, but I’m sure it will click with him when he is ready.
Though, he has learnt how to open the front door now so have to make sure it is locked at all times! Its scary how clever little people are, don’t put anything past them! x
We are off to a wedding today, our first one as a family.
Not going to lie, I am totally bricking it. My stomach is doing somersaults and I feel a bit sick. I’ve been panicking about this all week, and now its here.
I cant wait to see my friend get married, but I’m honestly more concerned about how Lenny is going to behave. Will he be noisy? Will he scream during the ceremony? Will he play up during the meal?
I’m just praying its all going to be ok, and everything will be fine. I want to come home and wonder what I was worried about.
Watch this space!
I never get bored of taking antidepressants, I take so many I should rattle.
I bet more people take these than you realise to function on a daily basis.
Parenthood can be carried out when you are depressed, it gives you a reason.