I was sitting around sipping coffee, eating cakes and chatting with the ladies at mums group today, when I had an overwhelming urge to blurt out my news, but I controlled myself thinking "I should wait".
But I don't know how long to wait. I think I will probably tell them next week, as long as I've told our families first, then I am happy for my friends, other mums, to know.
The thing is, people often wait 13 weeks to get past the risky period, but why wait? You might not want to tell your boss or people you don't really like, but sharing the news with friends is a good idea. If something bad were to happen, they would be there to give you support. Why go around keeping all your experiences to yourself when you could share them with dear friends?
We waited with Jude because that's just what people seem to do, but I'm fairly sure we won't wait this time. I've decided to see a GP and have the pregnancy medically confirmed, and then I think I'll tell whoever I want.
Wednesday 27 October 2010
Sunday 24 October 2010
Confirmed Pregnant
My intuition was spot on.
Pregnancy forums use the initials BFP (Big Fat Positive) to describe a positive result from a pregnancy test, but in my case it was more of a Little Faint Positive. All the same, there was an undeniable double blue line on the white stick when I took the test this morning.
We are a bit surprised how excited we are. We thought we'd be a bit more subdued about having a 2nd child, but I was so excited yesterday and when I woke up this morning, knowing I would take the test as soon as I got out of bed, I didn't want to rush it. I certainly didn't want to see a negative result and as long as I was in bed I didn't have to face it, but then Jeremy woke me up and told me he was waiting for me to take the test, so in the end I had to do it.
And I'm very glad I did.
As soon as we told Jude he said "Yay. Wow. Baby sissy." It's so fantastic knowing Jude will be a part of the experience this time. I think that's what makes this pregnancy so exciting and fun. How wonderful.
Pregnancy forums use the initials BFP (Big Fat Positive) to describe a positive result from a pregnancy test, but in my case it was more of a Little Faint Positive. All the same, there was an undeniable double blue line on the white stick when I took the test this morning.
We are a bit surprised how excited we are. We thought we'd be a bit more subdued about having a 2nd child, but I was so excited yesterday and when I woke up this morning, knowing I would take the test as soon as I got out of bed, I didn't want to rush it. I certainly didn't want to see a negative result and as long as I was in bed I didn't have to face it, but then Jeremy woke me up and told me he was waiting for me to take the test, so in the end I had to do it.
And I'm very glad I did.
As soon as we told Jude he said "Yay. Wow. Baby sissy." It's so fantastic knowing Jude will be a part of the experience this time. I think that's what makes this pregnancy so exciting and fun. How wonderful.
Sunday 17 October 2010
Egg Implantation
Just a quick note:
I felt sharp cramps last night and today had a couple of light spots that indicates to me the little egg has implanted itself. I had the exact same experience when I fell pregnant with Jude.
After all this, if I end up not pregnant I'll be pretty amazed. Probably very disappointed.
I felt sharp cramps last night and today had a couple of light spots that indicates to me the little egg has implanted itself. I had the exact same experience when I fell pregnant with Jude.
After all this, if I end up not pregnant I'll be pretty amazed. Probably very disappointed.
Friday 15 October 2010
Baby Take 2
When I started this blog I was quite heavily pregnant, so the journey from the start with Jude was largely undocumented. I've decided, therefore, to start round 2 from the beginning.
Jeremy and I have decided to stop postponing our plans to extend our perfect 3-person family and make room for 1 more. We had so many reasons to keep delaying a second child until we realised we could wait forever. There being no time like the present, we set forth to procreate.
When we conceived Jude, I just knew. We took a pregnancy test 3 days early, on my birthday just for fun, and when the negative result came back I wasn't worried at all. I knew in 3 more days we'd have a positive, and sure enough that's how it happened. I have always been in tune with my body so it came as no surprise.
Last month I was sure I was pregnant. This time it wasn't just a hunch. My breasts ached and tingled constantly. However, I came down with a very bad cold that had me in bed for almost 5 days. I was so sick we had to send Jude out into the world to find his own amusement (with a lovely friend who was able to look after him all day while Jeremy worked). My body became a rancid cesspool of disease and I felt that my interior was a hostile environment for a zygote to struggle for survival.
Then my periods came a full week early - an unprecedented occurrence. I feel certain that we had conceived but that pregnancy didn't take form. I had no regrets because I knew my sick body was no place for a baby and I needed to recover.
And recover I did. This month we tried again. We are trying for a girl this time so we ceased sex a couple of days prior to my most-likely date of ovulation (far from an exact science, especially given how short my cycle was the month before).
The day after I am certain I was ovulating, I suddenly developed a strong metallic taste in my mouth when eating, particularly dairy. The disgusting taste is undeniably present. I did some research and discovered it is a not-uncommon very early sign of pregnancy. Coupled with the fact that I am peeing more than usual and I'm incredibly sleepy, I am feeling very confident we are pregnant.
Hopefully I will come back in a couple of weeks with a more solid affirmation of my strong suspicions, but either way it's an interesting process to document.
Jeremy and I have decided to stop postponing our plans to extend our perfect 3-person family and make room for 1 more. We had so many reasons to keep delaying a second child until we realised we could wait forever. There being no time like the present, we set forth to procreate.
When we conceived Jude, I just knew. We took a pregnancy test 3 days early, on my birthday just for fun, and when the negative result came back I wasn't worried at all. I knew in 3 more days we'd have a positive, and sure enough that's how it happened. I have always been in tune with my body so it came as no surprise.
Last month I was sure I was pregnant. This time it wasn't just a hunch. My breasts ached and tingled constantly. However, I came down with a very bad cold that had me in bed for almost 5 days. I was so sick we had to send Jude out into the world to find his own amusement (with a lovely friend who was able to look after him all day while Jeremy worked). My body became a rancid cesspool of disease and I felt that my interior was a hostile environment for a zygote to struggle for survival.
Then my periods came a full week early - an unprecedented occurrence. I feel certain that we had conceived but that pregnancy didn't take form. I had no regrets because I knew my sick body was no place for a baby and I needed to recover.
And recover I did. This month we tried again. We are trying for a girl this time so we ceased sex a couple of days prior to my most-likely date of ovulation (far from an exact science, especially given how short my cycle was the month before).
The day after I am certain I was ovulating, I suddenly developed a strong metallic taste in my mouth when eating, particularly dairy. The disgusting taste is undeniably present. I did some research and discovered it is a not-uncommon very early sign of pregnancy. Coupled with the fact that I am peeing more than usual and I'm incredibly sleepy, I am feeling very confident we are pregnant.
Hopefully I will come back in a couple of weeks with a more solid affirmation of my strong suspicions, but either way it's an interesting process to document.
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