Week 8, or the week of the Wild Strawberry, was a quick and uneventful one.
After the excitement of our first midwife appointment in week 7 (the week of the raspberry) and the bulldozer of queasiness in week 6 (the week of the blueberry), week 8 was a much welcomed calm after the storm, with just a few bumps along the way.
Mainly being a pregnancy symptom that I’ve struggled with since week 6, which I understand to be a very common one… bloating. And if I can throw in the word ‘trapped’, I’m sure you get my drift.
I’ve been unable to zip up my jeans past midday every day, which opens me up to potentially embarrassing situations in work, and by the evening I look and feel as though I’m trying to digest a football. I’ve tried all the usual remedies and preventative measures – mint tea, ginger biscuits, eating small but often and slowly, but I haven’t been able to pinpoint what causes the worst of it.
On Thursday last week I had such bad trapped bloating that I got into bed fully dressed and didn’t get up until the morning. This was after the husband offered to take me out for lamb and mash, which is all I’ve wanted to eat for the past three weeks, and I couldn’t turn him down, so left the house hunched over and wearing no make up for the first time in, oh about 17 years. I just didn’t have the energy. We went to the quietest, most secluded pub, only to run into two sets of next door neighbours. They definitely did a double take thinking my husband was dining out with another woman.
The only thing that seems to help the bloating is lying on my tummy, which isn’t helpful when I’m in work and it’s only a matter of time before I’m unable to do this anymore. If anyone has any tips or remedies that I haven’t tried, please pass on your wisdom!!
Other than the big bloat, I spent much of week 8 mulling over the Combined Screening decision, as I posted about following my midwife appointment and the decision we tentatively made. Read my Combined Screening post here, and do let me know your stories and thoughts, I’m finding it such a difficult decision but I think my gut is telling me I shouldn’t get it done, as I don’t think I’d want to progress with further risky tests should the results put me in the ‘high risk’ category, and therefore what’s the point in having the screening in the first place. Ignorance is bliss, right?
I’d love to hear your thoughts on this subject, and any other experience or words of wisdom you can share on being pregnant, so leave me a comment below or tweet me @DayDotDiaries.