Al has spent the whole day tearing round tidying, sorting the flat and generally doing my tired head in (sorry Al, you rock really, I'm just tetchy!) Bless him, he's so practical, he just wants to get the flat sorted so we can move before the soon-to-be bump becomes a little screaming person. I've been wanting to leave London for soooooooo long. I love my firends but I can't cope with the expense, the hassle and the anti-socialness of London. I don't want to live somewhere where I have to commute by scooter because I get pushed off trains. I want to live somewhere where I'll actually have some money left after paying rent. I want to buy a house! I'll never do that in London, not with my shite temp salary and part-time working habits!
So basically, we want to move to the Midlands, close to both our families (build-in childcare tee hee.) However, Al's flat needs a LOT doing to it, including some electrics, new storage, new hot water system, new kitchen... argh! So tonight we are going to brainstorm all the shit that needs sorting, and that has been newly unearthed by the tidy-up - and get planning! I just wish I had the energy to match his.
I've also been thinking about how I found out I was pregnant. Most people find out when they skip a period, and that's the only physical symptom. I've not had that. I've flet sick as a dog for two weeks and took an early pregnancy test to 'rule out my paranoid notion that I might be pregnant'. I'm also rubbish and working out when I'm due on. I've no idea how long my cycle is and all that malarky. The only thing I do know was that I came on last 30th March. I don't even know if I'm late yet? It's crazy... I feel a bit cheated really, the whole waiting for a missed period thing has kind of passed me by.
The other disadvantage of knowing early is the chance of early miscarriage. Two-thirds to three-quarters of miscarriages happen in the first 12 weeks, and many non-viable pregancies miscarry around the date of your period, having previously given an early postitve pregancy test. This is haunting me at the moment. I'm terrified that essentially, I'll get my period and miscarry. This pregnancy might be accidental, but I sure as hell don't want to lose the little bean now it's here. Therefore I am stupidly paranoid of everything at the moment, questioning every back twinge and loo trip. Endless fun...
However, the fact I know so early, at just gone four weeks, means I can start looking after myself and just try and ignore the paranoid part of my brain. I started the Folic Acid today, to reduce the risk of Neural Tube defects, such as Spina Bifida. With my brother's disabilities (mostly environmental and/or non-genetic) and my uncle who died after 3 days of... (better ask mum!) I'm NOT taking any risks. I've started eating healthier and trying not to give into my hunger all the time, though I have just put away a huuuge homemade Sunday dinner.
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