I logged onto my blog the other day and was horrified to realise that it had been two weeks since I’d last posted – where does the time go? A lot has happened to my bloggy friends in those two weeks. A pregnancy has ended, another has started. Milestones have been reached and cycles have been cancelled. I just wanted to reassure you all that I have been reading, even if I haven’t been writing much, and that everything is still going well in my world.
The nausea has definitely settled down, at least until yesterday when I had a surprise attack of the vomits in the shower. Hopefully that’s the last one! The nausea has been replaced by an almost constant headache. Apart from a couple of days when it has been really bad, the headaches are much easier to handle than the nausea was, so all-in-all it’s an improvement. I still have to be careful not to activate my all-too-eager gag reflex while brushing my teeth, and I’m still getting pregnancy pimples and The Wonderful Mr Sour Mouth, but I feel decidedly more human than I did a few weeks ago.
I reached the twelve-week mark yesterday (and there’s a new photo up too, so that in a few months I can look back and remember what my belly button looked like as an innie), and tomorrow we have our NT scan. I am both nervous and excited.
Although I can still technically fit into most of my regular clothes, they are not very comfortable, or flattering. Last week I headed out (quite excitedly, I must say) to buy a few “transition” items of maternity clothing to get me through the next month or two. I have to say that I was surprised by what was available, and not in a good way. I know back in the ‘olden days’ (the 1980s, for example) maternity clothes were not particularly stylish, and were designed more to cover up as much of that tell-tale bump as possible. Rather like a hessian sack, and often in a similar fabric. But I thought that times had changed. I’ve known pregnant women who have managed to look quite stylish, and I’ve had my eye on a couple of stores that always seem to have something cute in the window. So I don’t really understand why I had trouble finding anything decent. The first store I went to looked pretty good from the outside, but once I got in it was a different story. How hard is it to get a simple t-shirt right? It seems that cut and fabric go right out the window once you add the word ‘maternity’ to the name. The fabrics were largely awful, synthetic and horrible against the skin. The cuts weren’t much better. I understand that pregnant women can put on weight in places other than their belly, but really – do we need shirts with sleeves wide enough to fit three arms in? And for the love of god, if you’re going to use so much fabric on the sleeves, at least make them long enough to actually reach the wrists, rather than finishing one inch above them! Every thing I tried on made me feel at least 10 years older than I am; I felt like I was playing dress-up in my grandmother’s clothes. And the most basic tank tops started at $55 – what?!
I headed three suburbs away to another store that I was sure would have better stock – and thankfully it did. But of the dozen items I tried on, only three looked decent enough that I actually bought them. So now I am the proud owner of a pair of maternity jeans, a pair of leggings (most. comfortable. things. ever.) and a long-sleeve t-shirt. And all for the bargain price of $440. No, that’s not a typo, I didn’t mean $44.00. I spent $440. To be fair, I bought a pair of jeans that cost $300. I made the mistake of trying them on without first checking the price, and they just looked so much better than the other (somewhat) cheaper pairs. And they’re from Italy! Made in Milan, no less. But oh please, puh-lease don’t tell H – he just wouldn’t understand.
I’m hoping that with these new additions I can survive with my non-maternity tunic tops and dresses for another few months… otherwise I’m going to end up spending more on maternity clothes than on our obstetrician bill. Sigh.