‘I’m pregnant’.

I have to be honest, those are words that I never thought I would hear myself saying.  I was well into my mid-thirties before it even occurred to me that having a child might be something I’d like to do.  My husband (then boyfriend) was equally non-committal about the whole idea.  But, slowly and surely, the topic of kids started to creep into our conversations on a reasonably regular basis.  Then we got engaged, got married, and by the time we got back from honeymoon the deed was done!  It all happened very quickly and, I’m delighted to say, very easily.

I knew I wanted to blog about the experience of becoming a Mum for the first time, but choosing the right time was really tricky.  Start at the beginning and hope nothing goes wrong?  Start in the middle when, frankly, there’s not much going on?  Wait until it’s all over and you’re overwhelmed by the new arrival?  In the end, I settled on waiting until fairly close to the birth, at almost 37 weeks.  My due date is 3rd August.

So, how has it been?  Strange, is the short answer!  I know I’m not alone in this, but the mental transition from career to motherhood has been interesting.  I’m amazed by how quickly my priorities shifted from the demands of my 9-5 and my clients, to the impending arrival of our daughter (yes, we found out).  I was surprised by how much of an (increasingly irrelevant) annoyance my job became, and I’ve always loved my job.  Slowly and surely, I found that my mind was telling me ‘there’s a baby on the way, ignore all this crap!’ and it was quite difficult to stay focused on work.  I’ve been on leave for two weeks now and, frankly, work feels like a different world.

Having started this blog towards the end of the pregnancy, I’ll give you a brief overview.  I’ve been very lucky, in my opinion.  I was nauseous for a few weeks, but never actually sick.  I couldn’t go near anything that was strongly flavoured or scented (garlic, onions, spices, fried food, even my beloved red wine!) and retreated into this weird world of bland children’s food.  I lived on cheese and pickle sandwiches, fishfingers, sweetcorn, bread.  Anything yellow, it seems!  Then, suddenly, I hit a turning point about four months in and my appetite came back with a vengeance.  I was mightily relieved.

I did have one setback in the early days.  At around twelve weeks I had flu, which became a chest infection that totally poleaxed me for three weeks.  I struggled to get up my own stairs without having to rest halfway up, developed asthma into the bargain, and spent weeks on antibiotics that didn’t even make a dent in it.  It was horrible.  I couldn’t lie down and had to sleep propped up on the sofa.  It’s odd … you always hear about early pregnancy symptoms of tiredness and sickness, but nobody tells you that you can have respiratory problems too.  So be warned.

After that cleared up, along came the heartburn (thank goodness for Gaviscon, I was drinking it by the pint) and comedy hiccups that were pretty much constant for about a month.  More amusing than troublesome, frankly, although it made holding a conversation very interesting.

Since then, it’s been pretty much plain sailing.  Almost textbook.  We’ve done our homework, been to ante-natal classes, set up the nursery (more on all of those things to follow) and are eagerly awaiting the day when two becomes three.  I can’t wait.