OK, so I will start at the beginning.
I found out at the end of February I was expecting, basically I realised I had missed two of Aunty Floe's visits, first due thirdish week of January and thought I'd better pee on a stick. After it came up positive and a massive OMG what have I done response complete with 'I can't do this' and 'what do I do now, the world is falling to pieces' (it, wasn't, I was being the drama queen that I am) I began to come to terms with it. Thinking about it deeper I had maybe a day and a half of spotting at the end of January and a bit more second week of February.
I checked my own dates on an online calculator which said 25th September.
After a couple of weeks of faffing I saw a MW who gave me the date 11 September.
So when I went for my first scan today I thought I was around 16 weeks or a bit under.
After seeing a very mobile little thing waving little arms about, clenching fists and wiggling fingers on the screen at the hospital I was told firmly that I am 11+3 and due 22nd October.
I have stopped being sick last week, chest is bigger but not as painful as it was, this stopped last week. Bloating has all gone down, I look almost normal apart from a cup size up.
But I have been growing reams of new hair since the middle of January, by the end of January I had new tufts at my temples about 2 inches long.
Since beginning of Feb I have had period type pains until three weeks ago and felt exhausted, fluey and PMSey until the middle of March too.
I just can't get my head around it.
I could be perfectly happy with being wrong of a week or so but a whole month out?
How did I get it so wrong? I've told people as I thought it was time and it was going to be pretty obvious in a couple of weeks and now I'm worried and feel a bit stupid. Even more so then when I went to the Drs saying I think I'm 10 weeks gone.