Name changed for this, I'm 13 weeks and in a constant state of denial, exhaustion and anxiety.
This baby is very much wanted, and planned. It's taken 9 years to get here after multiple miscarriages and heartbreak.
I thought I'd enjoy this as for the first time, everything is going well and I feel so guilty.
I haven't been to work for 7 weeks, sickness started at 6 and went away 2 weeks ago but the exhaustion is like nothing I've ever experienced.
My friends loved pregnancy, my Mum didn't get one bit of sickness or pain and loved being pregnant.
My sciatica is so bad that it's making me cry, I can't take my usual cocodamol for it, I'm so tired I can't make it through the day without a sleep. I then lay in bed at night with restless legs and anxiety. I don't fancy anything to eat other than fresh fruit.
The progesterone suppositories are horrendous, I've already got a big bloat/start of a bump and everyone is shocked I'm only 13 weeks.
Currently lying in bed with terrible earache, otex in my ear and cotton wool shoved in it, paracetamol isn't touching it.
I felt complete detachment at my scan and 6 months feels so so far away. I know I want the baby to be okay but I feel like I can't register in my mind that the baby is in my womb.
I'm already on citalopram 20mg for depression.
I needed to vent, doesn't help that DH is so excited which makes me feel so guilty and although he's sympathetic and lovely, I can't tell him the full extent of how miserable I feel.
I was so naive and thought that one day I would have a dream pregnancy and be in the baby bubble of buying things and dressing a bump.