Morning
11 weeks today and according to the app on my phone, the baby is now the size of a lime. I'm almost there, almost in the second trimester - yey.
However, as I sit here, I have sharp shooting pains up my bum/vagina. Not very comfortable, anyone know why this would be happening?
I've started taking the fragmin. Friday night behind my knee was painful and warm to touch (2 symptoms of a DVT) so it kind of scared me into injecting myself. After 4 days of injecting fragmin I have bruises and lumps and my legs are sore, very, very sore.
Aside from the two aforementioned little problems, the only other problem (if you can call it that) I'm having is trying to avoid stepping on spiders in the middle of the night due to having to wee. Oh and after having to get up at 2.30am to wee, I couldn't get back to sleep until 4.30am. Oh well, I guess it's just preperation for the sleepless nights that lie ahead.
Broke down in tears yesterday due to DH being insensitive. He went across to Mrs Perfect's house with DS1 and DS2 whilst I made dinner. This is a normal Sunday thing as DS1 and her DS2 are best friends and have been since they were born - she gave birth a month before me. Anyway, when he came back, he went on about how nice their house looks since they've had a new kitchen and the house decorated. When I asked him what it looked like, he just said it looked really nice, bright and I'd like it. Cue tears from me as our house is not nice, nor decorated and even if we did decorate it, it would never be up to the standard she has done her house up. This woman is perfect in every way, there is not one area I could outdo her on. Our house just looks awful both inside and outside and as DH will only allow me to paint and hang up pictures it will never look any different. It really gets me down, I'm on the verge of crying now. All of our neighbours have pride in their houses and constantly do them up and make them look nice and then there is us. It's embarrissing and neither of us will invite people around because we so embarressed. Oh well, I have to go to her DS2s birthday party next Saturday so I'm sure she can rub it in how nice the house is and how great she is at throwing parties. Shes already told me there will be face painting and cake decorating. When I was a child pass the parcel was as elaborate as it got and there were definately no fucking party bags.
DH is still strippping the paint in the playroom, though not all of it because there are wires on the outside of the wall so in places it's going to be noticable where the new and old paint is. It looks awful and after a coat of paint I can't see it looking any better. It just seems pointless. I had booked an electrician to come tomorrow and put the wires in the wall, but even though it was my money paying for it, DH has asked me to cancel it. The house is a shit hole. We have old kitchen units, 1 of which is broke and held together with black tape. The kitchen is dark. Mixed windows throughout the house, some will open, some won't. Old fashioned wooden floor that has bits missing and is coming up. Cheap and tacky french doors were the previous owners ripped out a window. I don't know why I fucking care because it's not my house anyway. I hate living like this. He doesn't see a problem with the way the place looks. When it comes to him selling the house, I can't see it happening and if by some miracle he does, he definately won't get the 210,000 he paid for it so he'll be losing money, but thats his own fucking fault.
Right, I need some breakfast. Fried potato, scrambled egg and cold toast I think.
Between DH and the boys, I'll be amazed if I haven't got high blood pressure at my next antenatal clinic visit.