But this morning was such a drag to get out of bed so I'm going to indulge in a moan and then shake off the "woe is me" feeling!
I've stopped throwing up on a regular basis and some days I'm not even nauseated so that's a win. But as the vomiting eased up I started getting sharp shooting pains in my abdomen. I've had trouble with fimbrial and ovarian cysts before so I recognised the pains and carried on as I knew there was a cyst on my ovary that had been spotted at my scans.
But they got to the stage where I was woken up by them and I resent anything causing me lack of sleep (other than Sam but even then I'm still likely to kick Euan out of bed to deal with night time wakings) so I planned to bring it up at my next check up. Before I could get an appointment though, I had a horrifying moment one morning where the pains got suddenly worse and I had some bleeding.
I don't feel this baby as much due to the placenta being at the front so I coupled that with the pains and blood and had a good old fashioned freak out. I phoned the antenatal clinic, shoved Sam in the car seat with a chocolatey bribe and hightailed it for a check up without even stopping for concealer or the magic pore stuff that makes me look less terrifying.
Sam loves the clinic (Granny and her snacks work there and he's been the cloth nappy demo baby since he was ten months old) so he was content to make himself at home while I was reassured first by hearing the baby's heartbeat and then by a pelvic exam. The bleeding was coming from a polyp and although they couldn't say for sure what was going on with the cyst, they were confident that it was the source of the pain.
I got sent home with some strong-ish painkillers and told to go to the maternity assessment unit if they didn't subside. My lovely in-laws came over to entertain Hurricane Sam until nap time and then Euan came home in time for the afternoon shift. Just as well, because the co-codamol knocked me on my ass completely. I'm such a lightweight on painkillers, the diamorphine they gave me when Sam was on his way had me sleeping between contractions!
Eventually, after another hospital trip (there's more to that story but it features a raging hormonal tear fest which deserves it's own blog) and a couple of weeks the pains have gradually settled down. Just in time for the pelvic pain to start.
This time I've invested in a super dooper Boppy pregnancy pillow. It's fantastic but I'm glad we have a big bed because it takes up as much room as me! I'll need to dig out my trusty gym ball for sitting on soon but I think I'll probably limit using it until Sam is in bed, otherwise he'll be using it as a giant bouncy ball. Which probably falls into the "funny but wrong" category of toddler parenting.
So there you have it, my Tuesday moan. Out of a grand total of two pregnancies, this is the worst one ever. I'll get on with shaking the "woe is me" off now!