It’s been a long, hard week. I have been very sick, unable to eat anything much except toast and am now feeling constantly dizzy – most likely because my blood pressure has dropped. This is not unusual for me as in previous pregnancies I was regularly down to 80/40, but it leaves me at risk of fainting unexpectedly which could be a bit of a concern if carrying a toddler, driving a car or generally trying to be in charge of three small, wayward children. These days I am not allowed to hold a glass of wine so there is no danger of spilling that at least.
I have also resumed short periods of homeschooling with Harry, mostly because I feel guilty that he may fall behind since his friends went back to school last week. So I struggle to do the preschool run then homeschooling whilst entertaining the toddler only to collapse in a malnourished, dehydrated heap once Ben goes down for a nap. When he’s up again I struggle to get through the afternoon, make the boys’ supper and get them all into bed without making their lives too miserable because I am . Every day is a struggle.
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The results from my nuchal scan showed an active, dancing baby so I am definitely pregnant (not that I had a lot of doubt what with all the sickness and everything). The results gave me a similar risk of having a Down’s baby as that of a 24 year old so Matthew and I have decided that we will not have any further tests (like an amniocentesis) because of the risk of miscarriage. I’m a little more pregnant than I thought and my first thought when she told me that was thank God, hopefully the sickness will end sooner then followed by perhaps that increases the chances of it being a girl. Unlike my last pregnancy there was no indication of the gender of the baby. More importantly, it is definitely not twins.
Which, on the downside, means that stomach I’ve got is all fat.
