Being pregnant is tiring. Travelling in particular gets to me, and some days when I get in from work I just want to curl up and sleep. That’s not allowed today; it’s my birthday and we’re going out for dinner in 45 minutes. Thankfully the sickness has pretty much finished for today, and I should be alright as long as I don’t eat too much.
I don’t feel awful all the time, anymore. But I do throw up regularly, when my stomach is empty first thing in the morning. Sometimes I think that’s just a manifestation of anxiety and nothing to do with pregnancy hormones at all. Yesterday I definitely had a moodswing, though.
I’m getting noticeably fatter, which might be down to eating and lack of exercise – obviously we’ve given up playing squash, and I haven’t thought of anything sensible to replace it yet. I suppose I ought to start swimming. We’re at 11 weeks today, and the first scan is next Monday, and then I’ll be able to start telling people [okay - more people; the discreet handful of people in the know is already quite large, because needs must and sometimes I have to explain quite why I am looking so dreadfully ill. It's hard to resist].
With a week left of the first trimester, my cautious optimism is quite strong. I haven’t thought hard about the possibility of the scan revealing problems; what is the point of worrying about it in advance?