I found out i was pregnant, then fell down the stairs: A diary

-- Im shaking writing this, just when id prematurely given up hope, I take a test to confirm my disappointment. My period is due tomorrow. But as I turn the test over, everything is different. This time theres a little +. Im pregnant. Were pregnant. I hold my hands out in front of me..still shaking! I'm trying to act normal..get through tea, find the perfect time to tell Craig. But im nervous? Its what we both want, but now its happened..im scared! This changes things dramatically. Seeing Rio with Annalise this weekend, although troublesome at times, has confirmed that I want him to be a big brother more than anything. He's going to be such a good one, you can see it. That's providing I get past twelve weeks..theres always that.


--I whispered the word 'pregnant' to Rio, told him to tell Daddy. Craig said "We did it!"..we did, we actually did.


--I feel sicky in the night, I hardly sleep, pregnancy gives you the craziest dreams. I've remembered I need more Folic Acid. My skins horrible too.

--Today the worst thing happened. I fell down the stairs. Broke my foot in two places but all I could think sat at the bottom was "but im pregnant!". There's been no cramping, no bleeding. Hopefully we will be okay. They couldn't/wouldn't xray me. Instead I got examined and re examined. Half potted up and full potted up the next day after the genius fracture specialist felt my foot, prodded the centre and generally hurt me until I felt sick to confirm that yes I had broke my 4th and 5th metatarsals.

--The nausea is all day now, sometimes it is manageable, others it just creeps up and devours me. Everything is making me feel sick. Apparently chicken pie and mash is a no no!

--The tiredness has started, by 12.30 im exhausted and willing Rio to nap. At first he did but he seems to have grown out of them abit, and some days we both do without. On these days an 8pm bedtime is imminent.

--On top of the previous I am now full of cold. Great!

--FYI frequent urination is bad enough without having a pot and having to bum shuffle up and down stairs.

--I seem to be able to control my sickness by eating every few hours, which is great.. apart from the fact that i'm probably going to gain 10 stone! *slight..okay huge, exaggeration*. Cheese and turkey jumbo sandwiches from Cooplands are my current love.

--Today I am 8 weeks pregnant, the midwife finally rang me back and arranged my booking appointment for the first week in December. Hoping I can get my scan in time..it falls so close to Christmas you never know. And by rang I mean left a message on my voicemail, for my dad to hear while he was looking after Rio and me and Craig we're shopping. The Christmas surprise is no longer a Christmas surprise for my side of the family now. Which annoys me, getting to 12 weeks was always my goal first, especially all things considered.

--My mum said she knew I was pregnant. I had a glow about me when we went over for tea weeks ago. Just as me and Craig had found out. She thought we'd let slip when I fell down the stairs but as we didn't she played along with my "xray" story.

-- 12 weeks, still no scan, having to wait until the 3rd January because of Christmas. Everyone important knows now regardless.

--Feeling lots better :)

-- Scrap that, got a sickness bug and spent the last 24 hours in bed. Attempted sale shopping in Leeds today. Big mistake! Swear i can feel the baby sometimes on a night?

-- Had my scan today :) I'm 14 weeks tomorrow. Second trimester, the first one went by so quickly this time. Little one was sat up so I had to drink more and wait to be scanned again. Only to roll upside down giving us the worst scan picture ever but who cares? They was kicking off the walls, landing on their bum over and over again :) before curling up with a hand next to their face! Too cute. Rio wasn't that entertained. Instead he took the opportunity of quietness to chant "bugger bugger bugger". God help us ;)