Well technically it’s week 10 for the next couple of hours anyway.
Tonight while I was cuddling a poor, sick, and in desperate need of TLC toddler I felt a million little flutters going on, courtesy of the jellybean. So even though Riley doesn’t conceive of a baby at this stage (and probably won’t until I really start showing), it seems like her little brother or sister is all into her already.
This week I did actually separate myself from the couch and get moving. Although two 40 minute walks in one …

The body is weak. Very weak.
This week I figured (in all of my wisdom) that as I wasn’t wracked with morning sickness I should get moving again and actually do something akin to exercise or possibly risk actually becoming part of the couch.
Exercise involved step-ups (at home), yoga (at a new class) and packing boxes/stripping skirting boards (an awful yet effective type of exercise). It’s fair to say, my body and my barely existent muscles are screaming in pain today.Although I do enjoy my happy endorphins, pain or no pain. …

Morning sickness has arrived. Or all day sickness, to be more accurate. Which is a relief. One less thing to worry about. Although I might struggle to remember that when I’m rocking in the fetal position on the couch. Finding that salt and vinegar rice crackers makes it better was the grand achievement of this week. Just as well I’d eat those crackers by the bucket-load, morning sickness or no morning sickness.
And as if sensing that her position as the only child is under threat, my toddler has felt the …

I was reading The Feminist is Breeding and it resonated with how I’ve felt being pregnant and no longer trying to conceive. After 9 months of trying, I stopped even thinking about being pregnant. It was just all about getting a positive pregnancy test. I didn’t think about baby stuff or doctors appointments or making sure I ate a healthy diet or any of those things. Because after so long, it was all about getting pregnant, not being pregnant.
And so when it happened, I was not really prepared for it. …

I was 7 weeks pregnant on Sunday. Pregnancy symptoms are still a little bit AWOL. Except for the exhaustion part. I slept for nearly four hours in the afternoon on Sunday and was in bed by 9pm. Yes, breasts are tender, but not nearly as bad as the first time around. And the lack of morning sickness has been worrying me a little. I keep chanting to myself ‘every pregnancy is different’. I don’t think it’s working. Although I’ve had a couple of evenings with feeling a bit off with …

It’s a shame that this photo doesn’t really show how tiny that little suit is. I remember when Riley was born I had one suit that was five-zero and the rest were 4-zero figuring that she would be too big for 5-zero anyway. Not so. She swam around in that 5-zero suit.
I’m still waiting for morning sickness to show up. Yeah I know, it sucks to be me, right? I’ve had a few days of queasiness but nothing like the nausea I had with Riley. The lack of nausea makes …

Today is my first doctor’s appointment for me and the jellybean. I imagine that the blood tests will come back and say I’m iron deficient (again!) and I should be taking the super-strong iron supplements. Last time I was on them and they were about 20x more than the general recommended intake. And I took them twice a day. It wrecks havoc with your system, but it was the only way to get my iron levels up to a normal level.
As I’m in complete, unadulterated planning mode, I also called …

My 8 months of trying to conceive was long, gruelling and emotionally harrowing. And really, by comparison to the length of time it takes some people who suffer with secondary fertility it is a relatively short period of time. And yet, there’s nothing about it that seems short. I have an infinite respect for other people who go through the trying to conceive turmoil for only a small amount of time or an unbelievably long amount of time. After 8 months I was wondering how many more months I had …

Yes, the pregnancy test is my arch nemesis. I don’t think it’s weird at all that I’m almost phobic about an inanimate object. For months, pregnancy tests have tortured me with cold, hard, horribly accurate negatives. I hate even the idea of taking one. Because as much as I hate not knowing, it still has the element of possibility to it. I bought these tests a few days ago. They’ve been mocking me from the corner of the lounge room for all of those days. Despite my disdain for limbo, …

I spot the day before my period at 1pm. That’s how it’s been for the last 6 months. It may be longer and it’s only recently that I’ve noticed. It’ hard to say. It’s how I know that a cycle is a bust. There have been other months where I’ve held out hope after the spotting, but it always ends badly for me. Always. So when my body was talking to me I decided to listen to it.
The day I wrote Cycle 8 was the day I got my …