I’m five weeks into my pregnancy, but only six days into knowing I’m pregnant and I’m already feeling impatient.
Having been trying to conceive for just over two years I’ve had plenty of time to think about what it will be like getting to this stage. I’ve googled every possible thought I’ve had about pregnancy, and scoured mummy forums to find out what the early symptoms are, what’s normal, what’s not normal, how big you get, what you should eat, what you must avoid at all costs. I thought I was set and knew exactly what to expect. But nothing could prepare me for the actual feeling of being pregnant.
My boobs have grown and are now incredibly tender. Taking my bra off at the end of the day used to feel like a relief, but now they just feel like heavy sacks that have been bruised.
Everyday I have waves of cramping in my lower abdomen, as though my period is about to start – to the point that sometimes I have to pop to the loo to double check it hasn’t.
And today I was slapped by those stupid emotion-terrorising hormones, causing me to cry at the smallest thing…about five times throughout the day.
I don’t mean to make it sound like it’s been terrible. It’s really not. In spite of all that, the feeling of actually, finally, being pregnant is something else. Every ache and pain reminds me that there is something incredible going on inside me. It’s a little person growing! According to Babycentre.co.uk he’ll be the size of a lentil next week – how can a tiny little thing be creating so many sensations?
I have to say though, the waiting is absolutely killing me. We haven’t even seen the doctor to confirm it yet, and I’m ready to start decorating the spare room. They say the tests are 99% accurate, so I’m pretty sure there’s something in there, but we don’t want to jinx it by telling our families too soon. Five more days until our appointment and then at least we will know it is all real!