Just a quick check in from me...
Cheering the PUPOs along. Hopefully your 2ww's will be over soon and will all be resounding BFPs. MrsD I've still got my fingers crossed for you - it ain't over yet; Nelly tis sounding very promising and I'm loving your chart of pee sticks (you could enter it into an art museum - I reckon you'd fetch a fair few pennies); Madness and Critter hang on in there guys; and Buzzy I'm hoping your ET goes well. Your holiday sounds lovely but I'm in awe of how brave you are being about the whole process and in a foreign country to boot. Hugs for you all.
If it helps, I had no symptoms before my BFP apart from mild backache. I felt like I had raging PMT and that was it. I was convinced that AF was on her way and when 3 days late was convinced it was my body playing silly buggers again. I only did one FRER and the line did take a little while to come up. It wasn't dark until about 10 minutes later. The symptoms didn't really kick in until 8 - 9 weeks, when it was full on nausea and honking several times a day from week 8. I know it's hard and that everyone wants the tick list of symptoms so that they have some sort of definitive yay or nay, but I just don't think they exist. It's not fair. We should know instantly and then be able to avoid booze, guilt, 2 weeks of the waiting misery. Tis not fair this lark. We were joking how baby princess was subjected to champagne, gin cocktails, red wine, pink steak and lobster when he was a small ball of cells. Part of me feels a bit guilty about the indulgence during the 2ww; the other part of me thinks it's not a bad way to start life!
Doll I've given up on multi vits. My iron levels are fine and I just couldn't stomach the taste of them anymore. Plus they made me wretch to the point of vomitting, which kind of negates any of benefits that they could have offered. I have a draw full of hideously expensive unopened supplements that I should have been shoveling for the past few months. But I just think I'm happy to be eating a good diet and not worrying about anymore pills. I don't think it's done any harm as the brute baby I have seems to be busy enough, growing well and doing all the right things.
Sar and Gin hope you two newly diffed ladies are getting on ok... welcome to the world of being treated like a 'normal'. I still find it very, very weird and would like a badge for special treatment and a medal for being in the race so long. The lack of recognition irks me sometimes. Especially when people assume things happened so easily. Not a complaint but just a mild niggle. I also get irritated by instadiffers and announcements, it doesn't give me the Princess Rage but it does make me itchy in my brain hole.
Joy, Euro and Lemons I'm thinking of you ladies and extending a knowing smile and hug and hand hold your way.
Rabbit sorry for the spotting and continuing NHS woes. Did PALS get back to you about your poor experience? Have you found a womb yoga person yet? The lady who does my weekly yoga did a Sat sesh of womb yoga the other week as a one off and invited us all along. It seems to be catching on.
Waves, hugs and / for everyone missed.
Oh, and talking of yoga, did anyone see the whole yoni thread thing a few weeks back (the man from Hull proffering yoni massages - it's in classics and certainly brightened my day when I stumbled over it)? I have obviously heard a lady part referred to as a yoni before (I lived in Brighton long enough, you can have yoni counseling down here if you need to connect with it ) but I was nearly in stitches when our yoga teacher told us to "make the yoni symbol on your tummy; the potent symbol of woman" Oh how I had to keep THAT chuckle in.
So as for me, I'm 35 + 1. It's nearly D Day. I finish work this week. It seems very surreal. I'm not really sure what I'm going to do with a new baby and to be honest it's starting to freak me out a little bit (?) but in a very good and happy way. We are still at the in laws, things are going better at the house and I've been cracking the whip gently encouraging Mr P to go over to the house after work to do stuff, whilst I sit and watch and read books under the guise of getting the bloody thing finished in time and keeping the pressure on keeping him company. In the words of Christina Milian (anyone remember her?), "it's all gravy, baby". I actually have no idea what that means but it sort of seems fitting. Anyway my stress string has well and truly snapped and by exposing myself to The Village weekly, I'm keeping my perspective and monkey under control. I've probably gone a bit cuckoo what with the hormones, heat and 8 month exposure to in laws . ^Rocks in corner repeating it's all gravy, baby. It's all gravy, baby" BUT we nearly have one finished room, the plaster disaster is now resolved and we still have 5 weeks left (more if the baby is late - looks at bump and sternly instructs baby to be fashionably late, no-one likes an early comer to the party.)
Hope it's sunny where you are. Lots of cheer leading and loves, Princess xxx :)