This is the beginning of my pregnancy diary, tho, I am almost 16weeks gone now…yes, its been tough to even start or keep one.
I have truly realized that the experience is very different for different people. Mine has been less than pleasant. Its simply the thought of bringing forth life sometimes that makes me feel less ill towards it.
I think from the moment I truly realized that i was pregnant was when the complications started. Just when I thought I’d start to enjoy it. Well, let me not say complications, more like regular difficulties. But, ive had rather severe ones.
I feel like Mrs Morning Sickness… Some people are like, “Oh yes, I threw up…it subsided after a while”. They forget to mention it could take up to 3-6 months, some throughout. Sigh!!! Im in the 4th-ish month, and here I am, making noise for the neighbourhood, with my beastly-like sounds. I imagine people think there’s a mini monster living in my house…cos I do sometimes. Still can’t tolerate sooooo many things, yet, I figure I’m terribly hungry for them…and lots more.
I think of all the things I feel like eating or making myself, and I’m so sad, cos, alas, that’s wishful thinking for now. I have had to be put on bed rest, so, thats semi-quitting work. Taken…even begged for injections and drips. I couldnt walk straight for a while, because I had laid down so much.
I haven’t washed my hair since last year. I just took out kinks I had since December, cos I knew I wouldnt have the time for my less-than-tamed fro. Which seems to have grown longer. I could show you, but, I have picture phobia (whatever that’s truly called) for now.
In the midst of all this, I lost my biggest support system. My Grandpa. It hurt so much for so many reasons. Majorly how he spoke about, with such eagerness, the desire to see me pregnant. But, I guess he has a much better view now, I’ll just never know his thoughts.
So yes, everyone’s experience is truly different.
So, don’t feel alone if you are going through similar situations. I dare not say worse, because, I cannot, for the life of me, imagine anything worse. I don’t pray that on anyone.
I’m very stubborn, so alot of what has been advised to me, even by professionals, has fallenon deaf, unwilling ears.
“Eat as much as you can, even though you throw up”- I doubt I listened much to that.
Vomiting is less than pleasant for me. But in truth, its very good advice, something always remains for your little one to munch munch.
“Wake up early to eat, then you can go back to sleep” – another great advice, except, this lady hates to be disturbed, for any reason. Though, its better, cos you finally get up less hungry.
Fluids…fluids…fluids!!! No contests to this. You don’t want your little one, and yourself dehydrated.
FOLIC ACID!!! Once again, I admit I skipped on a few days, but, never ever ever underestimate the power of folic acid on your baby. Everyone everywhere will tell you how important it is. And they are incy-binsy tablets anyway.
Don’t skip on your scans, ante-natals, required shots. Even when you are tired and weak, these help you monitor your child’s growth and effectively prevent any unwanted mishaps.
Yes, there are and will be days that you do not want to even look past your eyelids, but, go and check your baby out. So when that chubby checker comes, you feel and know you did your best.
Have a good support system around you. Even if its one person, its so important…all the best if its your husband/partner. I’m not saying single moms are left aside, NO!!! That’s why I said, “all the best”. In the absence of a partner, for whatever reason, a trusted person also works.
And I say this because I have a sister who is pregnant also, a single mom, and given the chance, even though she might not say in so many words, she would really rather not.
I’ve had such great support from my husband, who is not Mr Emotional, but, never ceases to say how beautiful or sexy I still am, or how he knows we will be great parents, or how my puking seems to not even affect him in anyway (this baffles me immensely).
Even when I cry, which I have done a lot of, he just tells me it’ll pass. He still wants to take me out, and doesnt care if I’ll puke all over the place. He can’t get over how the boobies seem to be growing, even when I couldn’t care less.
he only unpleasant thing is how I lost weight drastically and lost my bum with it…lol. Very unhappy for him.
My mother inlaw, God bless her. I owe her moregrand babies, though I was initially running from it. She’s a nurse and really nurtured me…with tough love at times…like I said, I’m extra stubborn.
My father inlaw, the joker…he’s been amazing. My husband’s family, well…they are mine too.
My whole family!!! My mama, who cleaned my puke, washed my face, squeezed my hand, hugged while I balled my eyes out…even whilst dealing with the loss of her dad (she being the youngest).
My sisters who called and checked on me often, even through the teasings…we will all have ours (to the ones who don’t yet). And the male cousin, who endured it all. You have my heart forevermore.
Pregnancy isn’t easy, and I expect Parenthood is no walk in the park either. If you’re not married or truly ready for it, don’t rush into it, because you NEED support. It cannot be overstated.
If I didn’t mention it before, I’ve saved the best for last…TRUST GOD. He who began a good work in you, will be faithful to complete it, even until the very end. He will never ever give more than we can handle. And that thought and belief has kept me going. I’m not overly spiritual, but, I believe in a God who has never and will never fail on His promises.
So, when it gets hard, don’t think He has left, no NEVER!! He’s watching and preparing you, and holding your hand all through.
This is my first post, so I guess future posts might not be this
long. I can’t wait for 20 weeks, hopefully, allllllll forms of sickness will be totally gone.