Bexybun
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(I would like to say, if this comes across as a moan, I promise you it's not. Just my musings on how strange second pregnancy is to me.
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I'm a little confused. Having already had my daughter (Amelia, 4, currently strutting around in full witch costume because "I just am being a witch today, mummy, ok?"), I thought any future pregnancies would be a total breeze. I mean, the scariest part about having your first is the unknown, right? So from baby number two onwards, you're much more prepared, right? Wrong.
I am so naive. It's completely different. And even if it wasn't, I've forgotten half of the stuff I learned the first time round anyway.
One thing that is completely different now is the doctor's part in early pregnancy (although this is also may be down to where I now live). When I suspected I was pregnant with Amelia, I went straight to the docs who did urine and blood tests to confirm. I had a 9 week dating scan, then the 12 week routine scan.
This time around- apparently my docs no longer do tests. And no dating scans. And my 12-week is scheduled for 14 weeks. All in all, even though I've done two positive tests, I've been left with a terrifying thought that I may have made all the symptoms up in my head, and nightmares that I turn up at the scan to be told I'm not pregnant at all, it's just wind or something.
This time around, I also have IBS. Yay. Severe stomach cramps are a sure-fire way of convincing yourself there's something wrong 24-7.
On the pregnancy side of things, I did have the common symptoms the first time round, but nothing like this.
The sickness is shocking, the boob pain makes me want to snarl at anyone who comes within 5 feet of my chest, but the oddest, the most confusing symptom I have ever come across - the one that, when people told me about it previously, I laughed and called them crazy - I am of course talking about the Rouge Sense of Smell.
I can smell EVERYTHING. Even stuff that's not there. Hell, especially stuff that's not there. But even if I try to cover up that horrid smell, it's completely pointless because a perfectly nice room spray that I loved 10 weeks ago now smells awful to me. Meal preparations are some tense times in this household at the moment, with me standing over whatever my wayward nostrils have decided is the offending item, shouting to himself "Himself! Dinner's cancelled! The chicken's off."
He comes in and smells. "It's fine."
"How can you say that?! It stinks! It's obviously rotten. We need to go shopping."
He gives me 'the look', the one he's been giving me ever since the smell tests started. "Bex, I promise you, it's fine. Just like the steak was fine. And the salmon. And the milk. Now please, for the love of god, stop smelling the food!"
Hmphf. Roll on Tri 2, that's what I say.
Bex xxx

I'm a little confused. Having already had my daughter (Amelia, 4, currently strutting around in full witch costume because "I just am being a witch today, mummy, ok?"), I thought any future pregnancies would be a total breeze. I mean, the scariest part about having your first is the unknown, right? So from baby number two onwards, you're much more prepared, right? Wrong.
I am so naive. It's completely different. And even if it wasn't, I've forgotten half of the stuff I learned the first time round anyway.
One thing that is completely different now is the doctor's part in early pregnancy (although this is also may be down to where I now live). When I suspected I was pregnant with Amelia, I went straight to the docs who did urine and blood tests to confirm. I had a 9 week dating scan, then the 12 week routine scan.
This time around- apparently my docs no longer do tests. And no dating scans. And my 12-week is scheduled for 14 weeks. All in all, even though I've done two positive tests, I've been left with a terrifying thought that I may have made all the symptoms up in my head, and nightmares that I turn up at the scan to be told I'm not pregnant at all, it's just wind or something.

This time around, I also have IBS. Yay. Severe stomach cramps are a sure-fire way of convincing yourself there's something wrong 24-7.

On the pregnancy side of things, I did have the common symptoms the first time round, but nothing like this.
The sickness is shocking, the boob pain makes me want to snarl at anyone who comes within 5 feet of my chest, but the oddest, the most confusing symptom I have ever come across - the one that, when people told me about it previously, I laughed and called them crazy - I am of course talking about the Rouge Sense of Smell.
I can smell EVERYTHING. Even stuff that's not there. Hell, especially stuff that's not there. But even if I try to cover up that horrid smell, it's completely pointless because a perfectly nice room spray that I loved 10 weeks ago now smells awful to me. Meal preparations are some tense times in this household at the moment, with me standing over whatever my wayward nostrils have decided is the offending item, shouting to himself "Himself! Dinner's cancelled! The chicken's off."
He comes in and smells. "It's fine."
"How can you say that?! It stinks! It's obviously rotten. We need to go shopping."
He gives me 'the look', the one he's been giving me ever since the smell tests started. "Bex, I promise you, it's fine. Just like the steak was fine. And the salmon. And the milk. Now please, for the love of god, stop smelling the food!"
Hmphf. Roll on Tri 2, that's what I say.
Bex xxx