Three weeks pregnant…
well thats what I thought… and so did the doctor… until I realised the EPIC fail I had made.
I am not sure whether it’s the hormones, or the ridiculous fatigue I seem to be experiencing, or a mixture of the two, but I have gone slight coo coo!!
Today I managed to leave the hand brake off my car, fail to lock my car door at another point, and then indicate to go left when I was going right. All this in amongst, putting food in the cupboards that’s meant to live in the fridge and other silly things!
But the biggest most epic fail I made was with my dates! I’m a fucking lesbian, how did I mess that one up! it’s not like I had a boat load of sperm on various days to get it wrong!
I have been using a period tracking app for years. How I have managed to read the dates wrong this week I really don’t know.
Below is the picture of my app. The tiny pink numbers tell you the day of your period. So on the 1st of March I was on day three. In my exhausted state, I saw a big fat number ONE, and decided that must mean day 1 of my period, and obviously it was the 3rd of March! What an idiot!! I mean seriously. What was I thinking. I have been puzzling over the dates, for three days! trying to work out why I wasn’t at four weeks, because your meant to be 4 weeks on the day you miss your period! What a total plonker.
So in fact I am 4 weeks and 2 days pregnant!! Apparently, the below is what my baby looks like at the moment. Still mostly a mass of cells, but exciting none the less.
The other great news is that the doctors are keeping us on the waiting list for IVF until I hit 12 weeks. This has taken so much pressure off us, and I am so so relieved. So all in all, a pretty bloody good day!
Which brings me on to my next point…
These hormones. I really thought it would take me some weeks before I felt anything.. Oh no.
My boobs have grown so much in the last week I have already had to buy a new bra. But most bizarre of all is all the happiness! I am not complaining here, it’s just taking some getting used to.
If I am honest, I was pretty terrified of being pregnant, it bothered me a lot. The thought of something growing inside me.
Today I found myself saying
I LOVE BEING PREGNANT
what?? Sacha doesn’t say shit like that! It’s like I’ve turned into this really maternal, mother person…
When did that happen?
I coo at babies, and bounce around the office corridors smiling.
What happened to the Angry Lesbian with a soapbox….????
Where has dark and twisty Sacha gone?
The last thing I will update you on I received a letter today. From the consultant, who is treating me on the NHS. I tell you what if I wasn’t pregnant it would have sent me spiralling into a really bad low. It was SO negative.
In fact, so negative it made me laugh.
“It would seem that we cannot entirely write off this lady’s chance of conception.”
NOT ENTIRELY? that made me chuckle. ‘ye of little faith’ apparently my ovaries ROCK!!
The consultant finished off by saying:
” The ultimate test of what the significance of these results will be is how she responds when stimulated but as my best guess is that she will be able to get a reasonable number of eggs.”
Reasonable? no need to be so pessimistic, Mr. consultant, my ovaries have done the job for you! Much to everyones surprise!!
I am not sure the sentence is grammatically correct…!!