We hit the 6 week mark today, and I must admit I'm starting to feel a little bit more confident. Although we had a miscarriage a few years back at 6 and a half weeks, so I'll feel even better once we get past that point. And I reckon by 8 weeks I'll be really confident and might even start telling people.
The reason I kind of need to start telling people is that it's likely they have already guessed because my belly is already HUGE! It's so not fair. The fat rolls have just piled on over the last 3 weeks, and just around my tummy. And it's more sticky-outy. With my first pregnancy I always looked a few months ahead of where I was, but this is quite ridiculous.
On the upside, I feel so much better this time around than with Lewis. I felt so nauseous from week 4 through to week 11 with him. I couldn't touch coffee, only wanted steamed vegies, and generally felt like shit. But this time, I feel practically normal. I'm still enjoying coffee (cutting down has been a killer) and wouldn't even know I was pregnant if it wasn't for the tiredness. But even the tiredness is better than last time. All very strange.
I went to the GP today to get all the referrals for ultrasounds, bloodtests, hospital etc. and asked for an early dating ultrasound, just so I can check all is well. I really don't think I can wait until 12 weeks - especially as I'm feeling so well. I've even been going to the bloody gym! Crazy stuff. Fingers crossed.
