I’m 8 weeks pregnant tomorrow. Telis and I heard our little oyster‘s heart beat last week at 6w6d. 116 BPM! The day after, we travelled to visit my sister Elfa in the country where she is studying medicine.
It’s been a good few weeks.
I feel so blessed to finally be pregnant with a viable pregnancy! I’ve been discharged from my fertility clinic and will now be in the care of midwives. I self-referred yesterday and they booked me in for a scan on Thursday when I’ll be 8w1d, I get to see my oyster again so soon! I just only hope they’ve grown as they were measuring slightly smaller than my weeks.
Telis and I spent a few days in Elfaland with my sister. We were initially planning on staying in the city where my sister lives for the duration of the trip but decided last minute, while there, to book hotels in two different cities and travel to and explore around them. We all had a good time and Elfa and Telis even made a friend with a guy travelling alone who then spent our last day there with us.
Morning sickness kicked in. Yay. Except I got it more in the afternoon when my stomach was empty. It’s kind of abated now so I feel like it was short lived but maybe it’ll come and go.
I’ve also had a very significant increase in salary. I was shocked when I saw the email. I thought it was a scam so emailed my boss asking if it was for real. It was! The reasoning behind the increase was that as a woman, my pay should be on par with my male colleagues, and so it was bumped up to match, I guess.
Things have really started to fall together. With how shit the past year has been, I can’t believe and quickly and seamlessly things turned around.
I even have a pregnancy buddy! My friend Daye is about 24 weeks pregnant. She’d been meaning to meet up with me for ages but we weren’t able to find a time that worked for both of us. When we finally met, I could tell straight away she was pregnant. Just by her chubby face, haha! She was so nervous to tell me, but when she did, I was ecstatic! I told her that she should never feel bad about telling me her good news, that outside my own sadness, I’d be able to be happy for her! Luckily, I was already four weeks pregnant so the news didn’t deal a crushing blow. I even offered to plan her baby shower! I’m just so excited! My kid will have an age mate and I’ll have a pregnant friend!
I’m looking to throw a joint 30th birthday party and baby shower. I’m due in January so will be heavily pregnant during my birthday so I thought, two birds, one stone, make it one celebration and call it a day. I can’t wait to meet my little oyster. They’re mine and I love them already.
But ugh, I’m so fat. I haven’t put on much (any) weight but my God are my jeans tight. It’s just this stupid bloating and I’m really hating how my body looks. At least if I looked pregnant my fatness would make sense, but my belly is just rotund like I’ve eaten too much. Just let my bump pop out already. I’ve been taking weekly bump progression pics and I can’t wait to see how things compare to last week. It’ll be nice to see my oyster‘s growth reflected in my belly size.