The thought of eating anything more substantial than a piece of chocolate or a carrot stick fills you with revulsion...
And yet you could polish off a BBQ bacon cheeseburger with deceptive ease.
I've gained a sum total of 0.8kg during the pregnancy so far, and yet I'm back into my size 14 jeans due to discomfort in my 12's. Fret not, my beloved teenyjeans, I will be wearing you again soon...
A large part of my diet last week consisted of Reece's Nutrageous bars. OMG. It was a spontaneous buy (3 for £1.20... so I got 9) and they all got nerfed within the week. I was more restrained the last time I went shopping, no unnecessary chocolate purchases. That said, I have had 24 pieces of Green & Black's Butterscotch today... /facepalm.
I'm struggling to get on the exercise bike and do my miles for Cats Protection, the nausea is... well, it's nausea. It's wiping me out fairly effectively, I have to say. I'm taking the opportunity of it being the weekend and having Bruce home to do as little as humanly possible so that it can do its thing and leave me the hell alone during the week when I need to keep house/cook/keep toddler alive all at the same time. That's the theory. Thankfully, my dad is taking Taylor on Wednesday - I will probably collapse in a little puddle of self pity instead of doing anything productive though.
And then feel enormous guilt, as there are thousands of couples who can't have kids of their own who would love to feel this shite/take care of their other half who felt like shite.
In other news, my little Facebook page, The Unloveables is now live, and I've had my first custom order placed already, bless your hearts!
I'm looking forward to next Friday, as that is when we get booked in with the Midwife. I'm not completely sure what to expect during that appointment - will they use a Doppler to see if they can hear the heartbeat? We'll be nearly 8 weeks by then so it should be discernible... Will they do blood tests? I'll eat something 2 hours before so that if they do a glucose test it should give me a good indication of whether I'm in danger of developing Gestational Diabetes again. I really really hope not. GD means big babies with big heads, and if Taylor is any kinda guideline of how the Minion will come out.... *shudder* I think I might opt for a C-section instead, thanks. Oh come on, don't look at me like that. His head was MASSIVE! Ach, we'll have a better indication of all that as we get further along into things. No point even thinking about it this early in the proceedings. I'm kinda hoping for a wee dating scan, but they might leave it until the end of November when we're closer to 12w.
That's it for now... my little secret diary... until I change all the privacy settings at once. BA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!
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