Hi all,
I discovered about 5 days ago that I'm pg- did a home test x2 they both came up pos. Based on last period I'm somewhere between 8 and 12 weeks but am not 100% sure yet.
I am waiting for a gp app on Monday to confirm this- it feels like the more time goes by the further away Monday runs. I am going out of my mind with impatience and in the meantime am terrified every time I breathe/ eat/ drink anything just in case its harmful.
so today for some reason I woke up early to pee (I know that's normal) then went into town for a haircut and then met my boyfriend in a shop to buy some new jeans. Size 16 btw (I'm normally a 14) because my tummy looks like I have a permanent case of bad carbs bloat recently.
As we were queueing to pay bf made a joke that if he ate a few more pies he would be able to fit into them too. Normally I would laugh this off - I'm not precious about my weigh- but I immediately let him know it wasn't funny . By the time I left the shop I was in tears and he took a good 10 minutes comforting me.
I am not exactly showing but my clothes all feel tight and I feel like I'm not pregnant, just a chubby woman. NOT feeling particularly glam as my skin has gone pale and spotty.
When we walked home I needed 5 mins quiet time as I had worked myself up into such a tizz, worrying whether the foetus had a heartbeat or not- ie is it alive in there? Is it doing ok? why isn't there any way of telling FFS?!
This evening we went to a restaurant for dinner before going to the cinema to see up. The restaurant took 45 minutes to deliver starters and we had to cancel the rest of the meal in order to get to the cinema on time (we had pre-booked tickets). I held my tongue to the waiter for fear I would have a complete bitch fit at him.
Then we went in to see that new film UP and I huffed hrough the first 5 minutes and then found myself silently crying not once but twice through the film.
I got home, had an episode of loose stools (no doubt caused by the lack of proper food and just eating popcorn) then freaked out about that and searched the internet on whether that would do any damage to the pregnancy or not. Eventually I was reassured, but I stumbled across something about not eating celery during pregnancy....
...and guess what I was nibbling on at the time? f**king celery.
I know there is not likely much anybody can say to this day except perhaps that I need to chill out a bit. But I am just exhausted because I am normally a very balanced person and I am so deeply scared, I so desperately want Monday morning to be here so my GP can tell me everything is going fine. Everything is affecting me all over the place.
Add to this I am now going to bed and my boobs really feel funny and that makes me grumpy as heck even though I'm grateful for the symptoms really.... argh! just so confused!
anyway people just wanted to mouth off- poor boyfriend has heard this once already and we havent told anybody else yet so needed to let off steam somewhere
If you have read this far thank you for your amazing patience! x