Who would have ever thought that being pregnant would be so stressful. In my naivety, I thought that I’d get pregnant, get bigger, waddle around for the last few months, buy lots of baby things, decorate a nursery and then give birth.
Never for a second did I think that even in the first few weeks that I would be worrying myself sick over the slightest twinge. It almost feels crazy.
This weekend was going well until Sunday. We had been to Gosport to visit Matt’s family as it was his Mum’s 60th birthday. We’d had a nice day – apart from the “not-so-comfy” 6 hour car journey (there and back). When we got home we were shattered but in good spirits.
Sunday morning I woke up, looking forward to seeing my sister and her family as we’d not got to see them the previous day due to our travels. We decided to do something we never do these days and stay in bed a bit longer and have breakfast up there too. Matt went down around 10.00am to make some toast and I went to the bathroom.
Two minutes later, I felt ill. Without going into details, things didn’t seem to be right. When I told Matt, I burst into tears thinking it was the start of something terrible. He ran and got all of our books so that we could look up “bleeding in early pregnancy”. We scoured the books and each one reported that it was normal – unless you were really bleeding and with proper red blood and pain. I had neither. Not even close.
I went to the bathroom several times after that and all seemed to be okay so I calmed down a bit. We popped out for a couple of hours – took it easy anyway – then came home.
Again, I experienced the same kind of thing as I had in the morning but nothing too bad. By 10pm that night when I was ready for sleep, I once again felt sick. The colour had changed to a light pink. I think I only managed to sleep that night as I was so stressed out.
Monday (yesterday) came and I didn’t wake up in the best of spirits. I was feeling tired, emotional and extremely worrid about what had happened the night before. I was in tears to Matt and my sister was trying to persuade me that everything was fine too. It’s hard to accept that when all you feel is negativity.
Matt ended up calling the Maternity Unit and explained to them what had happened. They basically told him that we had to see a doctor as I’m not “on the books yet”, so to speak – ie, I haven’t had my first booking apppointment with the midwife. Helpful for someone in a state of utter dispair!
So, we called the doctor and got an appointment with someone we’d never met before, Dr Attah. He was lovely and could see that I was very anxious so without us even having to ask, he said that he was going to send me for a scan. I expected that there would be paperwork and phonecalls so it would take at least until the following day to hear anything – let alone get an actual scan date. But he was great and picked up the telephone there and then and called the Early Pregnancy Unit and got me booked in.
I have a scan tomorrow at 11.15am. I cannot wait. We’re going to get to see our little bean and check that everything is fine! I’ll be back tomorrow with more news and perhaps even a little photo 
*Fingers crossed please!*
