So, I am pregnant – woo-hoo!
So far this has felt great, the excitement, the love and a whole new chapter of my life. My only fears so far have been about miscarriage and how we would cope with that.
We didn’t manage to keep it quiet really, the excitement was too much! When the test showed positive we were on our way to spend a weekend with friends who would be drinking and would question my refusal to offers of drinks around the fire. Actually I was more than happy to ditch the alcoholic drinks for water and fruit teas because my life has been filled with fun and plenty of parties and boozy late nights and now is my time to take a turn on a new path.
The scan was…amazing! Filled with fear that they were going to tell me it was all in my mind and I had in fact made up the whole pregnancy, the feeling of relief and joy when the sonographer smiled and said ‘it is certainly not in your mind’ was exciting to say the least. Seeing its heart beating and its limbs surrounding its oversized head and bean shaped body, we squeezed each other’s hands and felt very fortunate.
Cooking has always been something I’ve enjoyed, but it has suddenly moved to a new level. I thought this came later in the pregnancy. My desire to eat frequently is leading me to cook, bake and preserve. The biscuit tin is full, the shelves have homemade chutneys upon them and there’s a pot of soup bubbling on the hob almost constantly.
Before pregnancy my daily breakfast would be peanut butter on toast, now advice tells me that a pregnant woman should not eat peanuts too frequently. This has been hard for me – I have swapped it for almond butter, which I’m told is full of calcium, although it’s not got the same crunch.
Today we went to Ikea to get a smaller sofa to make space for the impending family member. There were hordes of pregnant woman there, arms linked with partners, some with a waddle, ready to transform their homes in to well designed compact spaces.
There is no turning back – I have joined the pregnant gang.