Being pregnant is the singularly weirdest experience of my life. How could it not be? There's a tiny person growing *inside* me. However natural that is, it's also incredibly trippy. I know, of course, that I am just one in an incredibly long line in women to go through pregnancy but, despite having read all the blogs, questioned all my friends and done all my research, it still feels like such an individual and strange experience.
Before I found out I was pregnant, I was desperate for children. Or, it certainly felt that way. Trying for a baby was far more emotional than I expected; the sense of failure and disappointment each time it 'didn't work' was crushing, however much I tried to stay light and breezy about it. Luckily for us, it was a relatively short process (shorter than I expected) but my heart goes out a million times over to those who are not so lucky - I don't know how people go on that journey for years without breaking into tiny pieces. Partly, I think, my need for control was what was making it more difficult; you have no say in what your body does, and there's no way of knowing what will happen. I suppose it prepares you for having a child, when the idea of control is laughable, at best.
However, the moment that little window on the test said 'Pregnant', it was like a switch was flipped and I wasn't so sure, after all. Of course, by that point, it was too late to change my mind, but the feeling of finding out was so overwhelming that I just burst into tears. I don't think even now that I could pinpoint exactly what emotions I was feeling but it was a mix of elation at getting exactly what I want, and fear that I had made a terrible mistake. Be careful what you wish for, and all that. The first few weeks were definitely filled with more of the latter; I was incredibly anxious that it would all go wrong, whilst at the same time equally anxious about what would happen if it all went right. There's no denying that parenthood, in whatever form it comes to you, changes your life beyond recognition, and certainly does a number on your body, too. I spent a lot of time worrying and crying, which is not really what I pictured for my first few weeks of pregnancy.
As I got used to the idea and started to allow myself to get a little bit excited, that definitely calmed down. However, that was when my pregnancy symptoms hit; and, oh boy, did they hit. So many women I know talk about how they loved (or love) being pregnant, but I am definitely not getting that feeling. As I mentioned last week, it's definitely been a rollercoaster ride of experiences that have made me feel *very* sorry for myself. Suffice to say, I am not great in the face of adversity. I've just not felt like myself for weeks; being exhausted and nauseous all the time has stopped me from doing a lot of the things that I enjoy, like blogging and baking, and I've gone from being an 'up and at 'em' sort of girl to a 'let me just take a nap' one. And there's nothing wrong with being the latter, but it's just not *me*, you know?
I've also had to face my greatest fear - blood tests. I know that no one exactly loves them, but I have been phobic of them pretty much all my life. I've avoided them thus far (thankfully due to good health) but that wasn't an option. I had a small meltdown in the midwife's office and eventually managed my first one on the third attempt, thanks to some very wonderful nurses at Chapel Allerton Hospital who I want to shower with flowers and chocolates.
Thankfully (for me, and also for you, as this is turning into quite the essay...), I feel like I've turned a corner over the past week or so. A little bit of feeling faint and a sore back are still plaguing me, but it's infinitely preferable to eating toast for every meal and napping as soon as I get in from work every day. Now that we're into the second trimester, it also feels okay to get even more excited - to plan a nursery and think about names and coo over tiny baby clothes. The mantra I've been working with until now has been 'if you're going through hell, keep going' but now I think I'm ready to switch to 'it will all be worth it'.